1. Riding Out The Storm


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

    the door. “I’d offer to dry your clothes for you, but the dryer is broken. Been meaning to get it fixed, but I just haven’t had the time to get around to it,” he explained. He had a cool southern accent and I kind of liked the sound of his voice. The only dry clothes I had were back at the hotel room I was staying at. “I’m fine,” I replied. He smiled as his eyes looked me over. “I wholeheartedly agree,” he said with a little flirt in his voice. “But let me get you a robe or something. I think I scraped my leg when I fell off the bike. I’m gonna have a look. I’ll be right back.” He was gone for a good ten minutes, so I took that time to look over his home. I was standing in what was basically one large room. The living room separated from the kitchen by a large breakfast bar along with a dining section at the back of the kitchen. On the opposite wall of the living room were two doors; one of which led to the bedroom and the other that he entered through was to the bathroom. The most amazing thing about the house was that the entire back wall was made of glass from the floor to the cathedral ceiling. When the lightning flashed, I could see the small back yard that separated the house from the eerie looking swampland beyond. I thought about the real possibility of the snakes and gators that lived out there. Although the house was nice, this was not someplace that I would want to take residence in. My thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door opened and he stepped into the ...
    living room wearing only a towel wrapped low around his hips. His skin still looked damp and he had brushed his dark shoulder length hair back and washed the mud off his face. He didn’t have the face or body of a male model, but he wasn’t all that bad to look at for an ‘average Joe’. He was slender, a few inches taller than me. The thing that set him apart were his dark eyes and the cute dimple on his chin when he smiled. “I think my leg is gonna be okay,” he said, showing me the black and blue abrasion on the outside of his calf. "I don’t think it’s going to have to get chopped off or anything. I’m just gonna be one sore mother fucker tomorrow… pardon my French.” He had brought out a flannel bathrobe with him. “You can go ahead and put this on. Just hang your wet clothes over the side of the tub,” he said as he handed it to me. I took off my wet shoes and socks, leaving them near the door. Then I took the robe from him and went through the doorway he had emerged from. When I walked in I was amazed at what I saw. The bathroom was also at the backside of the house. It was like walking into a greenhouse with the two outer walls made of glass. A garden tub sat next to a glass wall on one side of the room, a walk-in shower in the far corner, a vanity and sink against the inside wall, and a commode hidden inside a built-in water closet. I took a couple of minutes adjusting to the surroundings before I took off my shirt and shorts, laying them on the side of the tub beside his wet ...
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