You find it a little too perfect the house, the seemingly friendly nearly blind old man. Wait if he is nearly blind how did he know you where about to come to the door. The whole thing feels wrong to you so you listen to your instincts and turn from the house and start to run away.
"Don't leave its not fit for fish or fowl out there!" The old butler calls to you. Though being an attractive young woman you have not lived unharmed this long by ignoring your instinks. Your long strawberry blonde hair is plastered to your head and back almost reaching your ass.
As you run the rain begins to pour down once again. Thinking quickly you remove your soaked t-shirt and lift it at an angle over your head as a make shift umbrella. Your only regreat is that you didn't bother to wear a bra but since your alone at the moment you don't mind being topless. Your tight wet jeans seem to get tighter as they get wetter. If it wasn't for the fact your wearing a thong you would have a wicked weggy.
Suddenly your up to your knees in mud and fall flat on your face. Your t-shrit slips from your hands and is lost in the mud. As you try to find it the mud pulls off your shoes and then your socks. Soon you can feel the slick mud and some other stuff inside your pants.
You have no choice but to forget your top and crawl out of the mud. As you get back onto solid ground you take off your jeans and thong and let the rain wash them and yourself clean. As you wipe your hands over your body to remove the mud you let out a scream of shock. |