“When it rains, it pours.”
Marcy had heard that said a few times in her 25 years, but it never felt more real than it did right now. The coldness of it on this lonely county road was more than this city girl had ever imagined, and she was soaked through and miserable.
She was also angry, angry at how she had been taken in by her last “shit for brains” boyfriend. She had even warned herself when she met him, not to trust him too much. Yet, days after getting together he got pissed off at her and, after a drive way out into the country, kicked her out of his car.
He even stole her purse, her money, everything she had that she wasn’t actually wearing, and drove off laughing.
Yes, Marcy was angry…well…at first she was. Now she was just cold and hungry and alone…again.
So deep in her misery was she that she barely noticed the old red pickup truck that had come up behind her till it stopped. She looked over and saw it was driven by a guy who looked old enough to be her dad.
“You okay, Miss?” he asked, a very concerned expression on his face.
Marcy just nodded, although she felt far from okay.
“What are you doing here?” asked the man. “I can’t imagine where you came from on this road.”
Marcy just shrugged. But as the man watched her, she added, “Got abandoned…by a guy.”
The man sighed, looking a little angry himself. “What an asshole,” he said. “Out here, in this weather, you could get hypothermia! What was he thinking?”
Marcy shrugged again.
The man’s expression softened. “Hey, my name is Peter, and if you want, I can drive you to town. It’s a ways yet down the road, but from the look of you, I think you need to get under cover.
Marcy almost refused, but there was something about Peter’s eyes and expression. He seemed okay, and she was freezing! So she nodded and climbed into the truck.
They drove on in silence for a little bit, but Peter could see the girl was shivering badly, and the heat in his truck wasn’t up to the task of warming her up, as soaked as she was.
“Look,” he said. “You need warming, and my cabin is a lot closer than town is. It’s up to you, but I think I had better take you there first. I can bring you to town later, but you really need warming up.”
Marcy bit her lower lip and looked over at him. She was so cold and tired, and didn’t want to make another mistake. But Peter’s age, his concern, and yes, his common sense, told her that he was okay, and she nodded.
So Peter headed home.
Peter now lived in an isolated cabin in the woods, in about 100 acres of land. Formally in finance in the city before he retired and left the company to his son, Simon, he thought he would enjoy the change of pace that nature brought him. And at first he did.
But he was getting lonely and was actually happy to have Marcy’s company, at least for the brief time she would be there.
They pulled up to his place, and Peter brought her in.
The cabin was warm and well-lived-in, and Marcy might have fallen in love with it if she hadn’t been so tired. She let Peter steer her toward the bathroom, where he ran her a bath.
Peter was a little surprised that Marcy just peeled off her wet clothes in front of him, but only said that he was taking her clothes to dry them, and there were plenty of towels to wrap up in after she warmed up.
Marcy just nodded and climbed in, and it felt so good. She almost fell asleep in the tub, but the warmth brought back her senses, and her hunger, and she reluctantly felt she had to get out.
She dried herself off and found a towel to wrap herself in, and went to look for Peter. Wondering nervously if she would have to pay for her stay with sex or something.
Instead, she found him in the kitchen, making food that almost made her mouth water. And when Peter saw her, he pointed over to a chair where there was a large, men’s shirt hanging.
“You can wear that,” Peter said, “While your clothes dry.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Marcy replied, and again in front of him, she just dropped her towel and put on the shirt. She didn’t do it to get a rise out of him or anything; she had just never been very body shy.
Peter was a little surprised, and he smiled as he served up the meal. And while they ate, the couple talked a little about what happened to Marcy, and about who Peter was, putting each other at ease.
But Peter could see that Marcy was still very tired, and as it was getting late, he showed her the couch in the living room. But again, Marcy surprised him as she preferred to curl up on the rug in front of the fire, where she promptly fell asleep.
Peter watched her for a moment before heading to bed himself. He felt sorry for this girl, this lovely girl who had, for the moment at least, come into his life.
Marcy woke in the early morning hours, at first confused about where she was. She took off the shirt that had twisted itself around her body and knelt in front of the low-burning fire in the fireplace to warm up.
All was still, yet she liked it there. This was…a home…and it had been a long time since Marcy had spent any time in a place that felt like that. But, she still felt alone, and went in search of Peter.
She found him sleeping in his bed, and she watched him for a moment. He may be old enough to be her dad, she thought, but he looked good for his age, and…kind.
She climbed onto the bed, and that was enough to wake him.
“Marcy, what are you doing?” he asked, a nervous expression on his face.
“I…I just…” she tried to reply, “I don’t want to be alone right now, can I sleep with you?”
“Er, Marcy, we just met, and I didn’t bring you home for that!” Peter said, surprised.”
“Oh…OH! No…I mean…just sleep. That’s all. I didn’t mean…that!”
Peter swallowed, his eyes on the nude young woman in front of him, and nodded. And with a soft smile, Marcy slid under the covers and pressed herself against him.
Soon, she fell asleep again, a warm shape next to him. But it took a while for Peter to do the same, as he wondered what was going to happen next.
When he did wake, he was alone in bed, and he could smell food cooking. He got dressed and went out to the kitchen.
He expected to see Marcy dressed in her clothes again; they would have been dry by now, but instead, she was still nude. She was working on making some breakfast from the look of it, but he could see she wasn’t that used to being in a kitchen.
Yet the food smelled great, and he smiled.
“Hello, Marcy,” he said, which made her jump and turn toward him.
“Hi, Peter!” she said brightly, “I made breakfast! You hungry?”
Peter nodded and then asked her why she was still nude.
“Oh…I could get dressed if you want,” she said, “but I rarely wore anything at the places I stayed, and just…like…being naked. But if it offends you or something…”
Peter chuckled and held his hands up in defeat. “No, whatever makes you comfortable. You are beautiful, and these old eyes enjoy the view.”
Marcy giggled, and it sounded lovely to Peter.
“Well…I was hoping to ask you something, she said as she served the food.
Peter just raised an eyebrow as he contemplated the overdone eggs and slightly burned toast.
“I was wondering if I could stay for a bit. Umm, I really don’t have any place to go right now, and…I feel…safe…here.”
“Wow, I did not expect that, Marcy, we only just met! Are you sure that’s what you want?”
Marcy nodded. “Yeah, I do. Besides, I might not be all that good a cook, but I know how to clean. And this place needs a woman’s touch, I think.
Peter frowned. “Insulting my cleaning is not a way to get on my good side,” he said seriously. “But…in this case, you are right. And…I could use the company.” He said sadly.
“Me too,” Marcy said, and she moved to hug Peter, holding him tightly.
Again, Peter was surprised, but after a moment, he held the naked girl to him, and their bond was set.
That was three years ago, and in all that time their relationship had grown. Not just intimately, but also in a very kinky way that both of them loved.
And since the day she arrived at Peter’s cabin, Marcy never wore another stitch of clothing.
