| Straight: Strangers: Carrie's Drive Out (1/5) |
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It was out 10pm on a really windy, wet and cold night. I had decided to stay in and get on with some work. I was just about to finish writing a report, when there was a long ring on the doorbell. I opened the door to see a very wet and cold girl standing there. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m lost and my car has broken down about a mile back. You seem to be the nearest house. Could I use the phone?” She was petite and pretty with long blonde hair down past her shoulders, and wearing a rather summery-looking short strappy dress despite the weather. She looked frozen, soaked through and near to tears. “Of course! Come in,” I said, ushering her into the warm hall. “Look, you seem frozen! Would you like to dry off? I’ll get you a towel.” “Oh thank you!” she said – with more gratitude than the occasion really seemed to warrant, “I am completely frozen!” The fabric of her short dress clung to her figure, showing a full breasts and legs. I tried not to concentrate on her hard nipples showing through her lacy bra. I fetched a large clean towel and showed her to the bathroom. “I’ll try to find some dry clothes for you, too,” I called to her as she closed the door and started to run a bath. “I’m Pete – I don’t know your name!” “I’m Carrie!” she shouted back. “Pleased to meet you!” While Carrie was in the shower, I rummaged around in the wardrobe and found some clothes my ex-girlfriend had left behind. It wasn’t much – just a white bra, (which I guessed would be about the right size) a pair of white lace panties and a short white skirt and red top. I also found a warm dressing gown and laid the clothes out carefully outside the bathroom for her. Then I went to stoke up the fire in the living room to make sure she would be warm when she came out. I then warmed up some soup and made two mugs of it, and took a bottle of whiskey from the drinks cupboard. About 15 minutes later, she came into the living room and gratefully accepted the soup. I found it hard not to stare. It was warm in the house and she’d had a good hot shower. She had decided not to put on the dressing gown and was wearing just the short T-shirt and skirt. She was obviously a bit taller and a bit bustier than my ex girlfriend, because the skirt seemed very short and tight and the top clung to her firm breasts. The bra was slightly too small and it pushed her tits out very appealingly. “Feeling better, I hope,” I said. “Mmmm, yes, thanks!” she said, sitting herself down on the sofa opposite me. I felt a rush of blood to my loins as I noticed the skirt ride up momentarily to show where the little white panties stretched across her mound. This was becoming difficult. Apart from one brief and rather unsatisfactory session with a girl I picked up at a disco a few weeks before, I had not had sex for at least six weeks, since my girlfriend had left me. I passed her the cordless phone. “Here, feel free to call whoever |
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