Well then, just what would you think?
It's a hot summer night, you're two hundred miles from home, your car's just ground to a halt, your cell phone doesn't work because there's no signal, you've climbed over three fences and crossed an ankle-deep creek to get to the nearest house... and the beautiful blonde in the bathrobe that answered the door invites you inside. Okay, so you'd pinch yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming, but after that what would you do? Yeah, you'd probably do exactly what I did. I followed her into the house, watching her beautiful ass through the flowing robe she had on.
I was on my way home after a golf weekend with my buddies. Crossing the wild, rural Appalachians, my car's radiator sprung a leak. I came off the freeway and nursed as many miles as I could out of the ailing vehicle, looking out for some sign of civilization. Then I left it by the road and walked cross country. I was tired and mightily pissed off when I arrived at the only house in sight that Sunday evening. I figured that this far out in the sticks some old timer and his wife would answer the door of this run-down and remote shack. Best I was hoping for was an exchange of pleasantries and the use of a phone to find a local breakdown truck. Instead, a blonde vision in a white bathrobe pulled open the ageing wooden door.
Stunned that such a creature might be my salvation, I mumbled something about my car dying and could she maybe...
"I'm Terri," She kind of half-smiled, half-laughed, "please come in and we'll find someone to fix your car."
I closed the door and followed her through to the kitchen, noticing brown cardboard boxes everywhere. I figured she was either just moving in, or just about to move out.
"You want coffee?" She turned to face me, already holding a pot. Her lip twisted at the corner of her mouth as she eyed my disheveled appearance. "Or maybe something stronger would be better."
She poured me a cup anyway. "The nearest town is about twenty miles away. I was born and raised there, know everyone. My brother owns a garage, and a tow truck. I'll call him and get him to take care of your car. It'll be a few hours, but you can stay here a while." She handed me the steaming cup.
"I, err... don't want to put you to any trouble," I stammered as I took the cup she offered.
"It's okay." She smiled at me, lifting the phone, "You can pay me back, I'm sure. It's been a long time. I could use a man's touch. How 'bout you make love to me. That'll be fair exchange."
I stood there, my tongue paralyzed as she spoke into the phone, arranging for my car to be picked up and towed to her brother's garage. Had I misheard her? Did this lovely creature actually want me to make love to her, just like that?
"He can get to your car in a few hours. He's pretty busy this evening." She replaced the phone and poured herself some coffee. "I'll drive you out to his garage in the morning; it ought to be ready by then. That sound okay to you?"
I nodded, dumbstruck. She checked out my appearance again, impassively. It obviously wasn't my dapper appearance that she wanted. I felt terrible. I was sweaty, tousled and one leg was soaking from my battle with the creek.
"You want to take a shower?" she asked, offhandedly indicating a door off the lounge. "I'll get you some dinner while you get cleaned up."
Totally off-guard because of her declaration of intent, I decided to take her up on that invitation, rather than stand there, ill-at-ease and wondering how serious she was, while she cooked for me.
She took me through to the bathroom that led off her bedroom, handed me a unisex green toweling robe and leaned into the shower to adjust the shower spray for me. As she did so, I noticed one of her ample breasts trying hard to escape the confines of her robe. She smiled at me, tucked the errant breast back in and said, "Dinner will be ready in half an hour. Enjoy your shower."
Under the rejuvenating spray of the hot shower I took stock of the situation. Terri was undoubtedly beautiful, with her shoulder length blonde hair (no visible roots) and the lush body of a fifties screen goddess. Her picture-perfect face was dominated by her full lips and startlingly blue eyes that spoke together so sensually.
As real as the vision she created was, there was something I couldn't quite fathom. She had just invited me, the ultimate Joe Average stuck in the middle of nowhere, to spend the night making love with her. Surprising as it was, I was excited and scared to death at the same time. I stood there wringing my nervous hands under her shower, looking down at the most enormous hard on I'd ever had.
My new-found granite hard-on was still with me when I finished my shower. I tried to hide it in the folds of the extra-large robe as I tied the belt, but had only limited success in accomplishing that. Walking carefully back to the kitchen I was greeted by the welcome aroma for garlic bread and pasta, reminding me it was several hours since I last ate.
Terri nodded for me to sit as she placed a huge bowl of pasta to the table. She indicated that I should help myself to the food as she poured me a glass of wine. I thanked her and laughed nervously as I loaded up my plate and she sat down across from me. Then she began to talk.