Snowbound

My car coughed once then died, leaving me stranded next to the highway during the biggest blizzard that this part of the country has seen in a century. Swearing profusely at anything even remotely mechanical I climbed out of the car and looked around for any sign of help. The highway was deserted, everyone else having enough sense to stay inside on a day like this. Shrugging my shoulders I started back towards the last exit I had passed, fortunately for me I hadn't gone far before my car died and after fifteen minutes of trudging through the knee deep snow I reached the exit.

The off ramp was as deserted as the highway was and the snow was getting deeper by the minute. If I didn't get out of the storm soon, they probably wouldn't find me until the spring thaw. Just as I was about to give up and head back to my car I thought I saw a faint light shimmering through the trees. Trying to figure out what I was seeing I headed in the direction of the light. As I approached I saw that it was an old farmhouse, set back from the road, it's windows dark but a lamppost shined next to the snow clogged driveway. I could have cried at the sight but I was afraid that my tears would freeze on contact with the winter air.

I knocked on the door, shaking the built up snow off my head and shoulders, praying that someone was home. If not maybe I could break in, at that point anything to get in from the storm was looking good to me. Just as I was about to knock again I saw the curtains move as whoever was inside peeked out at me, the sound of the door being unlocked a second later. The door swung open a little and I slipped into the warmth of the house quickly. I don't think I appreciated central heating quite as much as I did in that moment, the waves of heat sweeping over me.

As I stood there hugging myself to keep warm I looked around to see who my benefactor was. When I spotted who it was I almost burst out laughing. Julie had worked with my company a couple of years before going on maternity leave and I hadn't seen her since. Now I stood there dripping water all over her kitchen floor as she stood there looking at me as if I was insane. Julie was in her early thirties and I had always been attracted to her but she was happily married and had a couple of kids so I had just filed her away under masturbation fantasy material. She was tall and thin, with short dark, almost black hair and a pretty face. She wasn't beautiful but she was definitely pretty, with large brown eyes and large lush lips. Julie had kept her figure after having her kids although she always denied it. Her breasts were good sized, not big or anything but they appeared firm and nicely shaped from the few brief glimpses I had gotten a couple of years ago. Her waist was thin, leading down to slightly broad hips (the only after effect of childbirth that I could see.) One of Julie's best features were her legs, they were long and nicely shaped, I had often fantasized about her wrapping her thin thighs around my head. I suddenly realized that I was staring at her and looked away.

"Hi, Julie," I said through chattering teeth. At her name, Julie looked surprised then looked at me more closely.

"Hi, John" Julie said finally, "What are you doing here?" She visibly relaxed and I noticed for the first time that she held a small cannister of mace in her hand.

I quickly explained my situation and asked if I could use her phone to call for a tow truck.

"The storm's knocked the phone out, and there's not another house for miles around," Julie said, "I'm afraid your not going to be able to leave until the storm lets up a little."

Well, I could think of other places that were worse to be stuck in, I thought to myself as I took another glance at Julie's figure. At least the scenery here was nice.

"John, why don't you come into the living room and a warm yourself by the fireplace?" Julie suggested as she led me through the house. As I followed her I noticed what she was wearing for the first time. She was wearing a pair of old faded blue jeans and a man's dress shirt. The shirt was large for her and hid most of the shape of her breasts but the jeans only highlighted her long legs and shapely ass. Her hips swayed almost hypnotically as she walked, reviving my half frozen cock in my pants.

Julie directed me towards the large fireplace and left the room again. A few seconds she was back with a large terry cloth robe that she handed to me. "Change into the robe and I'll throw your other clothes into the dryer for a little bit," Julie offered as I took the robe from her. I was a little nervous about changing right there in front of her, looking at her ass had aroused me and I didn't want her seeing my erection. Also where was her husband and kids? We had walked through the entire downstairs of her house and I hadn't even heard any othe movement in the house.