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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This incredible weather we’ve had recently had an unforeseen consequence that I thought some of you might like to hear about. It’s a slow burner so bear with me 
I was on my way home from work in weather that can only be described as biblical. Rain so heavy the wipers were useless, lightning forks brightening the otherwise dark sky and thunder clapping so loud it made me jump.
Down to no more than 10 miles per hour I was thankful to still be creeping along on the last 100 yards of tonight’s commute when I came round a corner and found a car stalled in a big puddle. I took a risk and pulled beside the car, putting my hazard lights on, and stopped to offer help if needed.
Winding down the window I leaned out and gently tapped on the window. The other cars window opened a crack.
“Need any help?” I shouted over the loud, pounding, rain.
A trembling voice replied “Yes. It won’t bloody start and my phone’s got no signal.”
Checking my own phone I realised I had none either and assumed the storm had knocked out the cell tower.
“I just live down there..” I said pointing to a gap in the hedgerow that frankly couldn’t be seen through the heavy rain, “..you can come and use the house phone if you want to call someone.” I offered.
Through the partly open window I saw a flash of a smile. “Thanks. But the water’s past the door, I’ve already tried to get out and it just flooded in.” She replied.
I told her to sit tight while i parked my car and came back with wellies and raincoat and I’d push her car down into my drive.
She refused at first saying I’d get soaked but soon agreed when I told her I couldn’t very well leave her here.
After parking the car and finding the longest coat I owned I walked back up the drive to her car. I was already regretting being a good Samaritan before I reached her, knee deep in water. I was soaked. The coat couldn’t keep this volume of water out.
Tapping on the window I told her to take the car out of gear and release the handbrake and look for the first turning on the right and pull into it. I live in a remote place and there is a long farm track down to the house which fortunately she could freewheel down without me having to push. Getting her car that far wasn’t easy though.
We made it eventually and as I walked down the drive behind her car I was so wet I might as well have been naked. The coat had been no use against this weather.
As I approached her car door so opened it just a crack and thanked me. Seeing me soaked to the skin she apologised over and over for the trouble.
“Come on, the doors just round this way.” I said leading the way. Just as she got out of the car the rain got even heavier, not that I thought that was possible, so by the time we reached the porch both of us looked like a pair of drowned rats. Hair soaking wet plastering our faces, clothing soaked right through. Fuck.
“Come on, phones through in the kitchen.” I said leading the way after pulling off my wellies. At least we can drip all over the lino in the kitchen I thought.
It was only once we reached the kitchen I took any notice of her and got a good look at her for the first time.
She was in her early thirties, medium height wearing a white blouse and black skirt. She’d had no raincoat with her and her blouse was now transparent showing a sexy black bra beneath concealing her breasts from being totally on display.
I smiled when I looked at her “Looks like you need a towel.” I said now starting to laugh. My own t-shirt was plastered firmly to my body, my jeans felt so heavy they must have doubled in weight with the water they now held.
“Jesus. I’ve never seen rain like this. Thank you so much for stopping. You’ve done enough already. I’ll just use your phone and then go and wait out in the car.” She said.
“Least I can do is lend you a towel. I’d offer you a coat but frankly mine was no use anyway. Phones just on the side there, help yourself while I grab a couple of towels.” I said heading for the airing cupboard.
“Shit. Your phone’s not working either.” She said as I walked in holding out a towel. Before she managed to wrap it around her body I couldn’t help noticing her erect nipples straining at her sexy black bra. Her blouse was less than useless right now and wouldn’t have looked out of place in a wet t-shirt contest.
My eyes lingered on her breasts a little longer than was polite and as I looked up she was staring at me. “Sorry.” I said, knowing I’d been busted and bracing myself for a tongue lashing. One that i deserved.
Instead she smiled and replied “Its not your fault I’m half naked in your kitchen.” then she burst out laughing.
Both of us looked comical. Dripping wet, puddles forming around us as we tried to dry off some of the water.
“Where were you heading? Maybe I could give you a lift and you could come back for your car when the rains stopped.” I said to her towelling my hair.
“Home, in Manchester. Bit far, but thanks.” She told me.
“Shit. You’ve got no chance of getting back. My wife’s stuck in Manchester. She called me 2 hours ago. Her trains been cancelled because of flooding so she’s stopping over.” I told her.
“Shit.”
“Look, there’s a hotel a couple of miles down the road. I could try to get you there if you like? Or, well, you’re welcome to stay here. The rains due to stop overnight so I’m sure the phones will come back eventually. And if your car starts when it dries out you could carry on then.” I offered.
She thought for a moment before saying “So your wife’s not due back tonight? I wouldn’t cause any trouble being here?”
“No. She’s hoping to get the 10am train tomorrow, if they are running again by then. She’s already booked into a hotel for tonight.”
“And you're sure you don’t mind?” she asked.
“Not at all. I can’t leave you out in the car in this.”
She smiled and said “Ok. Thanks. I’m Mandy by the way.”
“Dick. Nice to meet you Mandy. Fancy a coffee?”
“Oh god. Please.”
As I put the kettle on I asked her what brought her to the area.
“I was working last night, in Whitehaven, and was just on my way home.”
“What do you do?” I asked her casually as I poured the hot water into two mugs.
“Well, err...” she said before pausing. “Are you open minded Dick?”
I burst out laughing. Anyone who’s read my previous stories will know why. “Very.” I replied still laughing. “Why?”
“I’m an escort.” Mandy said.
“Nice work, if you can get it.” I said winking at her and smiling back.
“That doesn’t shock you?”
“No. Everyone has to earn a living. And besides, I’m in no position to judge others. Sugar?”
“No thanks. Just milk.”
I finished making the coffee and handed a mug to her.
“Have you got any spare clothes in the car? I'll nip out and grab your bag if you want to get changed out of those wet things” I offered.
Mandy started to laugh “I have, but none of it’s really much use for sitting round the house. It’s only my 'work' clothes.”
“I won’t blush. Promise.” I said grinning.
Mandy laughed louder “look, I know you don’t know me from Adam but could I just borrow a dressing gown? And do you have a tumble drier?”
“Yes, and yes.” I told her smiling and joining her infectious laughter, “You can change in the bathroom. My dressing gowns hanging on the door. It’s this way.”
“Its ok. Your carpets will be get soaked Dick. You don’t mind if I just strip in here do you?” Mandy said smiling at me.
“Not at all, if you don’t mind me watching.” I grinned.
Mandy gave me a big smile reached behind her unzipping her skirt and pushed it down. She unfastened her blouse and managed to unstick it from her body throwing it down with the skirt. Her body was beautiful.
Reaching behind her back she unfastened her bra and then cupped her breasts and slowly lowered it. “Your positive your wife’s not going to come back and find me like this. I really don’t want to cause you any more trouble Dick?”
“100 percent. Carry on.” I said leaning on the worktop watching, enjoying the view.
After dropping her bra she peeled down her knickers revealing her hairless smooth pussy.
“Well?” she said striking a pose.
“Leave me your card.” I grinned.
“Your turn. Might as well dry all our clothes together.” She said grinning.
I’ve never been shy, I wasn’t going to start now after being invited to strip naked.
Off came my t-shirt. Off came my socks. I never wear underwear and as I pulled at the button fly jeans Mandy's gaze dropped just in time to see my hard cock spring out from my jeans.
“Wel....l” I asked after managing to tug my legs free.
“Don’t lose my card, when I leave you it.” Mandy said smiling then laughing.
I collected all our clothes together and was instructed on what type of setting to use so as not to ruin her outfit before hitting the start button.
And just as the machine started all the lights went out. Great, now not only were the phones out but the power had gone as well with all Mandy’s clothes locked behind the door. I thought it would just let me open it, but no. Fucking thing was holding everything prisoner.
“Fuck. Sorry. No phone, no electric and now no clothes. Not your night Mandy.” I said laughing.
“Oh I don’t know. It’s going too bad so far.” She said and doubled up in laughter.
We both giggled and laughed for a good 5 minutes. Whenever one of us tried to speak we just broke down again, which set the other off. This was a feedback loop we couldn’t break until our sides hurt.
“Well Mandy. It looks like your stuck here for a while. How about wine instead of coffee? I asked.
“That sounds nice Dick. You know, even my client took 30 minutes to get my clothes off when I met him. He gave me wine first.” Mandy said starting to laugh again.
“More fool him. The views much better now.” I winked. “Red, or white?”
“White. And, thanks Dick. I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t stopped.” She said and walked towards me and gently kissed my lips.
It wasn’t a lingering kiss, just a 'thank you' but in that fleeting moment she caused the hairs all over my body, what there is of them, to stand on end and my cock to jerk.
“Anytime.” I said playfully smacking her bum as I walked to the fridge.
“Listen, as nice as it is to have you naked why don’t you grab a shower and wrap up before you catch your death? Fuck... No electric, I forgot.” I said returning with a bottle of white.
“I could use another towel.” She admitted.
I poured us two glasses and we headed to the bathroom in what was left of the light and got a towel each before going into the living room.
Being out in the country power cuts are quite frequent so I lit 6 candles in the room then carried one into the bathroom in case either of us needed the loo.
“You’ve got a lovely house Dick.” Mandy said walking round looking out of each window. The house is very private and secluded with garden and hedges all around the property. Even in broad daylight you don’t need clothes which is just as well as Mandy was walking around pulling the towel sexily across her body behind her exposing her breasts and bald cunt at each window while sexily swinging her hips and giving me a fantastic show. A show my cock was readily appreciating as it throbbed madly watching her.
“I’m dry now.” Mandy announced wrapping the towel around her hair and tying it up.
“Your not shy are you.” I said laughing.
“Neither are you Dick.” She smiled back dropping her eyes to my crotch.
“If you need anything, to repay you, you only have to ask.” She said blowing me a kiss.
“Honestly. I’d love to. Christ would I. But I’m not like that Mandy. I’m just being a good Samaritan.
Mandy's smile broadened “Is it your wife?” she asked.
“No. I just don’t want you thinking you owe me anything. Honestly I’d do it for anyone in the same position, though I’d probably not flash my cock at just anyone.” I said laughing.
“Good. I’m glad. You can get into trouble for that.” She grinned and then fell about laughing again.
She sat down beside me on the settee and we wrapped a rug over us both, just to stop us getting chilled. We got to know each other and chatted until the entire bottle of wine was gone. We really got on well.
“Its still early. Fancy another?” I asked.
“Sure, any music, that doesn’t need electric?” she asked as I stood, still naked, to retrieve another bottle.
“Phone and Bluetooth speaker, as long as the batteries last anyway.” I said heading off to get drink and music.
Luckily I cache a lot of music on my phone and we soon had a fresh bottle, relaxed quiet music and for me an amazing view.
Mandy had warmed up and although she still had her lower body covered she’d dropped the rug below her breasts. Seeing her topless in the flickering candle light soon had an obvious affect on me and my hard-on returned before I’d finished pouring the wine.
“Do you like my tits?” Mandy asked.
“Daft question.” I said looking down at my own cock while her eyes followed mine. I took hold of my shaft and squeezed it, “Its fucking rock hard, of course I like them. Your gorgeous.”
“Mmmm. Dick, do you mind if I feel it?”
“I told you Mandy, just because I’m a randy pervert doesn’t mean you owe me anything.” I smiled.
“I want to. Would you mind Dick?” She replied softly.
“I used to do work similar to yours Mandy, a long time ago. I’m not going to say no if you really want to.” I told her.
Her hand circled my shaft and she pulled me down beside her without letting go. As her hand gently caressed and stroked my cock she asked “What work did you do?”.
“I modelled, for an art class. Well every night started with me just posing but that never seemed to last long. I was more of a fuck toy for bored rich woman if I’m honest.” I told her as her hand cradled my balls.
“We’ve got a lot in common then.” Mandy grinned before dropping her head in my lap and opening her mouth to engulf my cock.
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