I enjoyed that peek moment

I didn’t mention anything about having only one bed up in a comfy little loft overlooking the main living quarters. I’d already figured I’d be camping out on one of the couches below, later on anyway. Any thoughts I might have entertained of anything else actually happening had been washed away almost the way the road had been. Mila was a frightful sight, and continued to sit there shivering even with the blanket now wrapped warmly about her.

When I said, “We’ll get you out of those clothes as soon as we get there,” she had thrown me a curious look, and not one that I took as being too thrilled or anxious upon hearing that. I had immediately amended my comment too. “So they can dry, and so that you don’t catch a cold or something. I’m sure we’ll find you something to wear and to sleep in,” I then assured her. Having said that, she suddenly smiled and thanked me.

“So much for my evening,” I thought to myself. X-rated videos and a nice slow stroke off would have to wait.

**

I had told her that once we’d reached the cabin, we could then radio back down to the store and have either Thomas or Stella forward on any message from her to anyone that might be waiting, or worried in hearing from her. She then told me that no one would be. She lived alone, except for her cat, who another friend was keeping an eye on for her while she was away for the weekend. Attending a local university,

though she also worked a part time job, Mila also informed me she had taken a week off for vacation, which had partially included this weekend. She also would not be going back to school again until the fall semester, so for the moment at least, she had no one she really needed to call or inform them of anything.

Minutes later we had reached my cabin, racing inside with the rain still pouring down in what seemed like buckets. Handing Mila a flashlight as well as grabbing one for myself, both of which I kept in a small handy box just outside the front door, I led her inside.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” I assured her. I then dashed back outside towards the side of the house beneath a dry secured overhang where I kept the generator. I hardly ever used it myself, usually getting by with a couple of lanterns and a nice open pit fire in my living room. A natural fluId made drawing whatever smoke there might be up through the ceiling, giving the room plenty of light to see by as well as keeping it considerably warm, especially during the winter. In seconds it was running, and we had more than enough light to see by as the interior lights now came on.

She was still waiting for me when I came in, though I noticed she had already removed her wet clothing in the short period of time I’d been outside.

“Where can I hang this?” she asked now wrapped only in the blanket I had given her earlier.

I took them from her and draped them over the small little stone wall that ran half way around the open fire pit separating the main living sitting room from the small little dining room next to it. I soon after got a nice warm fire going as she cozied herself up next to that, attempting to dry her hair though I had immediately given her a couple of fresh towels to do so with.

“Can I fix you something to eat? To drink?” I asked now wanting to get out of my own wet clothing as well.

“Something to drink perhaps,” she told me now, smiling appreciatively as she sat there. Even though her hair was still wet and mussed, if anything she looked far sexier than the first time I had seen her.

“Juice? Coffee? Water?”

“Actually, do you have anything stronger than that? I could really use a drink.”

I had wine, some Port, along with some Brandy, and even some Scotch which I then offered her. She chose the Port, which would have been my choice as well. Pouring us both a glass, I handed her hers, and then slipped upstairs into the loft to remove my own wet clothing, as well as in finding her something to slip into, or at least have to sleep in for later.

It just so happened my ex had left behind a short though comfortably soft warm bathrobe though very little else. I returned with that, wearing a robe myself and carrying what I hoped was one of my cleaner hole free tee shirts that she could perhaps use to sleep in.

I then pointed out the loft to her, told her she could go upstairs to change. She even thought about it for a moment, considering it, and then laughed.

“That seems rather silly under the circumstances,” she said a second after that, and then once again surprised me by slipping out of her blanket. Though it was only for the briefest of moments, I saw her entirely naked as she did that before slipping back into the bathrobe I had given her, still leaving the tee-shirt sitting next to her on the couch.

Though she didn’t have overly large breasts, they were certainly beautiful. They had what I would call a tear-drop shape look to them, obvious tan lines appearing upon each where the briefest of bikinis had obviously covered her areolas and nipples, though just barely. It was strange to stand there wondering what that might look like as I actually caught myself staring at her bare boobs entirely for a moment as she changed. In addition to that, I had also noticed she was completely bare, clean shaven between the legs, a preference I preferred for myself as well though I had very little hair there anyway.

Only when she had cinched the sash of the robe around her waist did she look up again towards me, catching me off guard, knowing that I’d been standing there staring at her with my mouth open.

“Oh, sorry…it’s just not very often that I find myself in the company of a beautiful half naked woman,” I told her, feeling my face reddening.

“Oh? I’d have thought otherwise,” she then added once again glancing down at her robe. “Unless of course, there’s something you’re not telling me.”

That caused me to chuckle, and I felt immediately relieved, giving her a brief thumbnail reasoning behind the robe she was wearing.

“Sorry,” she said simply at hearing of my recent break up.

“No worries,” I said smiling back. “I’m good.”