For a dreadful moment, he feared that he'd taken the wrong path when his journey through the woods seemed to last forever. Winter was fast approaching, and his resources were running low. Thankfully, the trees gave way, and in the distance, he saw structures that would hopefully supply some sort of shelter.
When he approached the main house, he was glad to see lit windows and smoke coming out of the chimney. He prepared to make his case for lodging--long enough to let the incoming storm pass, at the very least.
The one who opened the door was a woman. She was stunning. It's been a long journey that was spent largely on his own, and whenever he did have company it was male. So any woman would be stunning to behold, but his host was a true thing of beauty.
She welcomed him in and invited him to warm up and get cozy. He was sat down by the fireplace to warm up while she fetched him something warm to eat and drink. He watched as she moved to and fro.
She had a curved figure with a tantalizing ass that he got a good view of when she bent over to pick up something she dropped. What it was, he couldn't say. He should have had more decorum yet he didn't. His gaze kept following her tits. The way they bounced in every other movement and sharp turns captivated his attention. Was it too telling? He wasn't sure, but she didn't comment on it.
She asked him about his travels that brought him to her door. He answered. In turn, she explained that they were on her husband's farm. He was away a town over getting supplies but due to the storms would be away for some time.
While she gave a history of their farm and family life, he ate and drank...slowly feeling more tired and woozy until he completely blacked out.
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When he regained consciousness it took him a moment to register his situation. He was still in the chair he sat down in by the fireplace, but now he was tied up. He struggled against his restraints to test their strength but they weren't nudging. His mind was still a bit groggy and he felt sluggish.
