Brad had been driving for almost eighteen hours straight, and it hadn't stopped raining for one minute. His GPS had routed him thru a region of Appalachia that was eerily remote. Several times he had been forced to skirt around large boulders that had been washed down the steep cuts in the mountains.
Although it was just past noon, visibility wasn't good and he was forced to drive more slowly than he really cared to. Rounding a sharp curve on the side of a mountain he came up behind a stalled truck. Not sure he could get around it; he was forced to stop behind it.
Even before he could get out of his car, the truck door opened and a slender woman wearing jeans and a very wet blouse ran up to the passenger side door, opened it, and slid in. Actually, even as disheveled as she was she was beautiful.
Almost panting she explained that she'd run out of gas and asked if I could take she and her companion a few miles down the road to her place. Fortunately Brad always kept a spare can of gas in his trunk.
Offering to give it to her, he told her to stay in the car while he got her truck started. Having emptied the can, he went to the driver's side of the truck and slid in.
Inside there was another woman, younger, perhaps than the lady sitting in his car, but this girl was petite and wearing a blouse that outlined breasts, obviously unencumbered with a bra. Her roan colored hair was tied back in a pony tail. She didn't say anything, but just stared at him as he started the truck. Once started he got out and went back to his car.
By now, he too was soaking wet, and sliding behind the wheel, told the woman he had it running and ready to go.
"Follow me. I live just about two miles up the road," she began, "And Kelly's creek up ahead is over flowing, the bridge is probably washed out by now anyway, so you wont be able to get very far on this road. You might as well stop in for a meal and a drink."
Without even giving him a moment to think it over, she slid out and ran to her truck. Moving out, he followed close behind.
Almost two miles down the road, she turned off, and he followed her onto a gravel road. A short distance into the woods, they stopped at a rather ramshackle barn next to a fairly decent looking house. Parking the truck the two women ran up to the house and stood on the front porch waiting.
He shivered. Though it wasn't really cold, he was sopping wet and with the rain coming down in sheets he was already uncomfortably wet and his teeth were chattering. The three of them went into the house. A fire was going and the room was filled with that smoky smell fireplaces always seem to impart to a room.
He saw another young woman standing in the kitchen. The older woman, impatiently stared at her and snapped, "Get us some towels Daisy then pour us a drink, we'll catch our death of a cold if we don't dry off and get warmed up. Now don't just be standing there staring. He's our guest. Now git a move on!"
Reluctantly she left the room and returned with towels, then poured three drinks from an old fashioned, corked jug.
The woman whose house it was, now walked to the fireplace and with no pretense of being shy, began to unbutton her wet blouse. Brad stared as her breasts teasingly began to peek out.
"God it's miserable out. It's been raining like this for damn near five days steady and I had to make a run this morning. All the gas stations are closed and I was damn lucky you came along."
He just nodded and asked.
"Make a run? What could be so important that you would go out in weather like this?"
She grinned and sort of whispered. "This county's dry and ...well I guess I had the last store of moonshine in the area. I kept the still working until the creek got too high. Anyway I got a good price for it. Too good a chance to make some good money so I couldn't pass it up, ya know what I mean?"
"Oh," she went on, this here is Ellie, she's Daisy's cousin and I'm Lucy, Lucy McAllester. Daisy's my kid. What's your name?"
"Brad Madison, he replied, I'm just passing thru on my way to upstate New York. I'm going to open up another massage parlor up there. It'll be my third. But I'm running late because of this rain."
She nodded and moved nearer to the fire place. Almost as if no one else were in the room, she pulled the open blouse out from her jeans and slowly turned. Modesty wasn't something that seemed to care about.
The manner in which she took it off was deliberately suggestive. Almost like a strip tease might be performed. She stood between Brad and the fire place with her back to the fire. And with her body outlined by the flickering flames, she put her hands beneath her breasts and held them up, sort of thrusting her breasts forward.
He stared. Two of the most firm, supple breasts he had seen in a long time were suddenly within reaching distance. Her nipples were already erect, probably from the chill of the rain. The dark pink points proudly protruded, almost as if inviting his touch or for that matter, his mouth.
Small darker areoles surrounding them, were peppered with a profuse pattern of small bumps. His mouth flooded with saliva as one might do when anticipating a delicious meal.
She saw him staring and placing her hands under them she sort of bounced them in her palms. "Like em," she asked. "Pretty perky for a thirty seven year old mom, don't you think?"
All he could do was nod and muster a low, "yeah, oh yeah, beautiful." Then raising the glass to his mouth he took a large gulp. The clear liquid left him breathless as well as speechless.
She went on. "Daisy got a pair just like mine. Probably got um from me. But I guess they ain't gonna get quite up to where mine are. She's already twenty one and probably all developed. but just as perky and sensitive as mine. And what you see is all mine."
Brad looked and concluded that from what he could judge, that would make her, Daisy, about a small C. This woman was obviously a large C, and yes, they were real all right.
On impulse he asked about Ellie and Daisy. How old are they? Both of age, twenty one, but I only know about Daisy. Ellie says she's experienced around men but I don't really know.
She paused for a moment as if thinking before again bragging. "Daisy's still sort of a virgin ya know. I mean she ain't never been ridden, but.... Well she and Ellie are kissin cousins, if you get my drift. Round here men are scarce. And we all kinda take care of each other."
He was having a difficult time trying to grasp what he was being told, and lifting the glass, slowly took another swig. Here was a woman, nude from the waist up, telling him about her lesbian or possibly bi daughter and her cousin and god knows what else.
Feeling a bit daring he asked: "And where is your husband? How does he feel about this?"
