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Riding Out The Storm

Date: 5/20/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: Hannah_Jones, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

storm. Another streak of lightning hit nearby and that was when I saw someone trying to climb out of the muddy roadside ditch. It was a man. He was trying to stand, but the rain had turned the dirt to mud and he kept sliding back. I got closer and reached out, taking hold of his hand to help. “Are you okay?” I had to yell for him to hear me. “Yeah, I think I am,” he answered, shouting above the roar of the wind and the rain. He then went to his bike to look it over. “The front wheel is bent. Gonna have to leave it. I live up the road a piece. Can I get a lift?” “Yes, I can give you a lift,” I answered, and then I helped him drag his bike off to the side of the road. Another bolt of lightning hit while we were still outside of the car. This bolt seemingly hit right on top of us, blinding us momentarily and followed immediately by a deafening clap of thunder. For a moment I felt disoriented. There must have been some electric current or something crossing the ground because it felt like it shot right up my legs. He grabbed me when he saw me wobble, and he helped me to the car. “Damn, that was close. Are you okay do drive?” he asked. “Yeah, I’m good,” I assured him after I shook it off. He got in on the passenger side and once we had the doors closed we could hear each other better. “I’m Bob. Thanks for stopping.” “You're welcome. I’m Hannah. How far down the road did you say you live?” “About a mile or so. I’ll point it out to you. I almost made it though. I was on my way ... home from work when this storm hit. Damn wind caught hold of the bike and down I went.” “Lucky you didn’t kill yourself. Don’t you have a car?” I asked as we got underway. “Yeah, but like I said, I didn’t count on this storm.” We stopped talking while I navigated through the downpour. “Right there, off to the right,” he broke the silence when we neared the driveway. I could barely make out the shape of his house when we entered the driveway. The rain was coming down even harder now. I pulled up close to his front porch to let him out. “Where’s the nearest diner or gas station?” I asked him. “Sweetheart, there’s nothing for thirty miles in either direction. Come inside to wait the storm out.” “I appreciate the offer, but…” “It’s too dangerous for you to be driving alone out there. With the right gust of wind, this little car will be blown right off the road. And besides, there are some big gators out there. Come on in. The storm shouldn’t last much longer,” he insisted. He made sense, and I surely didn’t want to be eaten by a gator, so I turned off the engine, stuffed the key into the front pocket of my shorts and retrieved my purse from the backseat. We got out and made our way to the stairs of the porch. Within a minute he had the front door unlocked and ushered me inside. The lightweight cotton shirt I’d put on that morning to beat the southern heat was clinging against my body now, dripping along with my hair and my shorts, making a puddle on the floor as I stood just inside ...