This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Barcelona Heat”
The fog drifted over the road making the tarmac vanish from view, as Pete tried desperately to see the white stripe down the center. It was no use though he had to stop driving. If he kept driving in this, he was going to have a serious accident. He pulled over, hoping that he was somewhere near the edge of the road and finding that he was, he got out to have a pee.
Standing behind the tree, he relieved himself and then started to walk back, but as he neared his car, he heard a scream. He looked around, but couldn’t see a damn thing and then, being the kind of man he was, he decided to investigate. He tried to walk in a straight line as best he could, in order to find the car again in a hurry.
The scream had been a loud one, so he had no trouble following the general direction it came from. He came up against a fence, but it was only a small one, so he decided to climb over it. Dropping into a field, he decided that if he didn’t find something in a minute he would head back to the car.
Pete was normally not scared of the dark, but he was starting to question the sanity of doing what he was doing. The fog made the dark that more sinister. As he took another step, he was just about to turn back when he tripped over something. Getting to his feet, he turned and looked down. There on the ground was a vision of loveliness, a woman Pete guessed to be about twenty-five years of age.
He bent down to take a closer look and touched her arm. She responded with a murmur, so he knew she was alive.
“Hello miss, are you alright? I heard 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.