a scream and came to investigate."
There
was no answer and then she turned her head looking up at him. Her eyes were
deep sea-blue, her lips a tender red and her face angelic; she moved her lips
but no sound came out.
"Well,
you clearly need help, so I'm going to take you to a hospital," said Pete,
positioning his hands under her torso.
He
lifted what he expected to be considerably more weight and found her to be a
delight to hold. She clung to his neck looking into his eyes and smiling, still
not saying anything, with him staring back into her gorgeous eyes. When they
reached the fence that he had negotiated earlier, he placed her down on the
ground, hoping that she could now stand.
She
used the fence as a support as Pete climbed back over, and he indicated for her
to do the same, by pointing to the wooden strips that he had just used. She
seemed to understand and placed one foot on the wood precariously, finding Pete
a willing person to steady her as she lifted her leg over. Pete couldn't help
notice her beautiful legs, and tried to concentrate more on assisting than of
staring.
He'd
judged the path back to almost the square inch, and by the time he saw his car,
they were almost on top of it. He made her comfortable, and then closed her
door and walked around to the driver's seat, all the while not being able to
take his eyes off his passenger. Climbing into the car and closing the door, he
started the engine and then placed it into gear and moved off.
She
seemed to be fit from what Pete could make out, as he hadn't seen any signs of
injury; in fact he only just started to wonder what she had been doing in the
middle of that field.
She
sat up straight and started to look at her surroundings, checking the glove
compartment and pulling things out, like the map, onto the floor.
"Are
you alright now?" asked Pete, wondering what she was doing.
She
looked into his eyes and her smile was captivating, but still she didn't speak.
Then she sat back, seemingly enjoying the ride. Pete smiled and shook his head;
he liked her, but thought she was a little strange.
By
the time they had reached his home, he was convinced she didn't need medical
assistance, but wasn't sure what to do next. She only wore a long dress and had
no belongings, so he decided to try to get some information out of her in his
apartment.
She
seemed curious about everything she saw as Pete led her into his apartment, and
was even surprised when he flicked the light switch on. She stared at the
light, not sure as to how he had done that, and then looked around his home.
Pete
watched her, noticing how innocent she seemed to be, then spotted the back of
her legs; she was covered in dried-on mud. He led her to the shower, turning it
on first to test the water, and then turned to get a towel. By the time he got
back, she was naked and letting the water run over her body.
Pete's
eyes were transfixed; he couldn't have imagined a more, perfect body as her
long legs glistened while the caked-on mud ran down the drain. Her breasts
stood out, the perfection of her nipples not being missed by Pete's eyes. Then
he caught himself staring and placed the towel on the hook just outside the
shower.
He
hadn't quite realized how much she had affected him, until he came out, for his
erect penis was making him feel uncomfortable. He adjusted himself and then
poured a couple of drinks. He wanted her to feel relaxed as he asked her some
questions, so he tidied up a little and then waited. By the time she came out, he
was shocked to find she was still naked, while drying her hair with the towel
he had left.
She
walked over to him, taking the glass of liqueur he held out and then sat
opposite. He desperately tried to look away, but this sort of opportunity just
didn't happen. He was found wanting, as far as her privacy was concerned. His
eyes were fixed between her legs as she spread out on the sofa.
She
then took a sip of the brandy he had given her and looked at the glass, as
There
was no answer and then she turned her head looking up at him. Her eyes were
deep sea-blue, her lips a tender red and her face angelic; she moved her lips
but no sound came out.
"Well,
you clearly need help, so I'm going to take you to a hospital," said Pete,
positioning his hands under her torso.
He
lifted what he expected to be considerably more weight and found her to be a
delight to hold. She clung to his neck looking into his eyes and smiling, still
not saying anything, with him staring back into her gorgeous eyes. When they
reached the fence that he had negotiated earlier, he placed her down on the
ground, hoping that she could now stand.
She
used the fence as a support as Pete climbed back over, and he indicated for her
to do the same, by pointing to the wooden strips that he had just used. She
seemed to understand and placed one foot on the wood precariously, finding Pete
a willing person to steady her as she lifted her leg over. Pete couldn't help
notice her beautiful legs, and tried to concentrate more on assisting than of
staring.
He'd
judged the path back to almost the square inch, and by the time he saw his car,
they were almost on top of it. He made her comfortable, and then closed her
door and walked around to the driver's seat, all the while not being able to
take his eyes off his passenger. Climbing into the car and closing the door, he
started the engine and then placed it into gear and moved off.
She
seemed to be fit from what Pete could make out, as he hadn't seen any signs of
injury; in fact he only just started to wonder what she had been doing in the
middle of that field.
She
sat up straight and started to look at her surroundings, checking the glove
compartment and pulling things out, like the map, onto the floor.
"Are
you alright now?" asked Pete, wondering what she was doing.
She
looked into his eyes and her smile was captivating, but still she didn't speak.
Then she sat back, seemingly enjoying the ride. Pete smiled and shook his head;
he liked her, but thought she was a little strange.
By
the time they had reached his home, he was convinced she didn't need medical
assistance, but wasn't sure what to do next. She only wore a long dress and had
no belongings, so he decided to try to get some information out of her in his
apartment.
She
seemed curious about everything she saw as Pete led her into his apartment, and
was even surprised when he flicked the light switch on. She stared at the
light, not sure as to how he had done that, and then looked around his home.
Pete
watched her, noticing how innocent she seemed to be, then spotted the back of
her legs; she was covered in dried-on mud. He led her to the shower, turning it
on first to test the water, and then turned to get a towel. By the time he got
back, she was naked and letting the water run over her body.
Pete's
eyes were transfixed; he couldn't have imagined a more, perfect body as her
long legs glistened while the caked-on mud ran down the drain. Her breasts
stood out, the perfection of her nipples not being missed by Pete's eyes. Then
he caught himself staring and placed the towel on the hook just outside the
shower.
He
hadn't quite realized how much she had affected him, until he came out, for his
erect penis was making him feel uncomfortable. He adjusted himself and then
poured a couple of drinks. He wanted her to feel relaxed as he asked her some
questions, so he tidied up a little and then waited. By the time she came out, he
was shocked to find she was still naked, while drying her hair with the towel
he had left.
She
walked over to him, taking the glass of liqueur he held out and then sat
opposite. He desperately tried to look away, but this sort of opportunity just
didn't happen. He was found wanting, as far as her privacy was concerned. His
eyes were fixed between her legs as she spread out on the sofa.
She
then took a sip of the brandy he had given her and looked at the glass, as
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