Tell the girl she's not lost at all... home can be right here...

As I began to realize her fears, my manhood stirred. There was something about this woman that I could grow to enjoy. Of course, she's in no obligation to stay, but...

She sensed that she may have aroused a part of me, even as I continued to raise myself from a reclining chair in the living room. But she still stood her ground and didn't move away from the screen door as I walked towards her.

"What's your name, Miss?" I asked, opening the screen door, the hinges squealing slightly as it opens wider and wider.

"Samantha," came the reply. "Samantha Wiggins."

"Nice to meet you, Samantha Wiggins," I said, bowing down and kissing her on the back of her hand. And as I held her hand, I felt my cock growing stiffer by the second...

I tried to kiss her as gently as I could, even as my blood was surging and building elsewhere. And as I let go of her hand and I looked into her eyes, I could tell she knew what was bothering me. I tried my best to hide my lower half behind the shadows of my quiet home, but she already knew.

In fact... it wasn't anything that I could do, anymore. My cock had now become somewhat of a pole, propping the material of my clothing away from my body. Yes, it was now more of a tent, than anything...

"Well, Samantha," I croaked, with some nervousness. "...I do not have a phone or a car. But I'm not lost and so, neither are you. And you're welcome to stay here for an hour, a day... or as many years as you're alive, if you'd like... It's totally up to you..."