Graveyard Delight on A Saturday Night
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I paused at the top of the stairs and watched from the landing window of our remote cottage at the snowy scene outside. It was a real Christmas card scene with snow still falling hard and each branch and twig of the leafless trees was balancing a ridge of white making it look really pretty. It was an evening when nobody in their right mind would be out driving or walking in the Derbyshire Dales. The fields that surrounded the cottage were blanketed in white and the hills beyond were obscured by the continuous snowfall.
My name, by the way is Nola, a 14 year old home-alone weather orphan. Despite my age I am just about fully developed as a woman although my boobs are still growing slowly. My hair is a dark brown, straight and is cropped at shoulder length. I am 5' 7" and quite slim and get described as being 'cute' rather than beautiful. My parents had gone out earlier, before the blizzard had set in, delivering Christmas presents to my aunt and uncle in Derby and had phoned to say they would stop overnight as driving was impossible. It was only 30 miles away but might just have well been 300. I was quite excited at the legitimate excuse I would have the next day for missing school but the mood was tempered by the sad prospect of having to get my own meal tonight.
Never mind, I had planned out my evening of unsupervised pleasure. First turn up the central heating a few notches. Mum hated wasting the fuel but, well, she isn't here is she? Next, get that meal. What is it Mum said? There are some lamb chops in the freezer and I can peel some potatoes, do some vegetables and cook myself a nice dinner. Yeah right! Pizza it is then. The frozen pizza was already in the oven, the heating turned up and then after the meal the music would be played as loud as I wished and I would be surfing the net for some juicy porn. Oh yes dear Daddy had put on the parental controls when he bought the computer for me, no inappropriate stuff would bother his innocent little girl! But he had made that one teeny mistake. Letting me see his administrator's password! Those parental controls had been off and on so many times!
I recalled the last time Mum and Dad went out for the evening and my friend Jenny had come to sleepover. My goodness, we had some fun that evening. We had found some wonderfully naughty sites. After watching them for a while she looked at me sideways with a cheeky expression and asked if I was wet too. We took off our jeans and panties, draped a bath towel over the 2 chairs and carried on surfing but masturbating too. In time we had both come a few times and had gone to bed together. We had cuddled, kissed and touched each others breasts until we fell asleep. Oh, I wished she was here tonight. We had promised each other that we would go further next time and masturbate each other. I have seen websites since where girls had licked each others pussies and maybe I could persuade Jenny to do that too.
I was about to pull the curtain and go downstairs when I noticed headlights of a car winding slowly down the lane that led steeply downhill from the Dale and past our cottage. Surely no-one was mad enough to be driving in this weather? I watched amused as the car came slowly down the hill from the Dale and approached the corner where a right hand bend led to our house. It seemed to be picking up speed rather than slowing down and somehow I knew it was out of control and wasn't going to make the bend. Sure enough it just seemed to carry on even though its front wheels were turned and it headed over the grass verge and slammed into the wall of our garden. The dry stone wall was strong but against the impact from the car, stones scattered onto the lawn and onto the vehicle's bonnet and the wall bulged in precariously at that point.
Oddly my first thought was how mad my Dad was going to be about his precious wall and if there was any way he can blame me for this. My second thought, though, was that someone may be hurt and I raced downstairs, pulled on my boots and coat. I paused only to pick up a torch and opened the front door. A cold blast hit me and a flurry of snowflakes blew into the hall. I patted my coat pocket just to double check my keys were there before I closed the door from the outside. Didn't want to get locked out in this weather! The snow was deep, about 15 inches and was to the top of my boot. It was soft and each footstep sunk deep as I crossed the lawn.
I looked over and saw that the driver had opened the door and was standing looking dazed but with the snow blowing in my face I couldn't tell what he or she looked like. It was bitterly cold and the wind seemed to go straight through my coat. I went through the gate and along the verge and as I neared the car I could see it was a woman and she was looking at the damage. "Hello," I called, "are you hurt?"
She turned round, startled to see anyone else. "No I'm fine but my car's a bit sick. Who are you?"
"I live here," I said, indicating the house with my thumb, "Do you have far to go?"
"Too far to walk in this, can I come in for while? I'm really sorry about the wall. Is your Dad there? Maybe he can help me with the car."
"Mum and Dad are out but come in please. It's freezing out here." She followed me alongside the wall and through the gate. I re-trod my footprints back to the door and she stepped in them too. My hands were so cold already that it was hard to get the key in the lock, but finally it opened and we both rushed in, and it took all my strength to shut it again against a huge gust. A dusting of snow trailed in from the door but this would quickly melt leaving a wet area.
We both brushed the snow from our coats and heads and went in the lounge. I looked at her and was surprised to see a younger person than I expected. About late 20's I judged, with short black hair blown into spikes by the wind and which ended in a short fringe. She was slim but with nicely presented boobs about my size. She wore a black button-up top that looked expensive and hipster jeans with a metal chain belt. Her calf-length boots looked warm and again quite expensive and her perfume was subtle but nice although I couldn't place it. Her face was soft looking and pleasant as she smiled at me. "Shit what a night!" she exclaimed. Her language belied her classy look!
"You're not kidding! What the hell were you doing out in that weather."
"Trying to get home. I got caught up on the hills and it was already snowing hard by the time I got to the car."
"But what were you doing up there in the first place. It's hardly walking weather."
"Well to tell the truth I'd had a terrible row with my hubby, and I drove up onto the Dale to get my head together, just sort of walking around thinking, but I walked farther than I thought. That reminds me I'd better ring him. Writing off the car should improve his mood... not!"
"There's a phone in the hall, but shall we get a hot drink first?"
"Oh yes please I could kill for a coffee, black, no sugar please. Come on I'll help you." We put the kettle on in the kitchen and prepared the cups and suddenly the oven started beeping. The pizza!
"Oh, I have just cooked a pizza but its too big for me, would you like half?" I offered.
"Well if you are sure you don't mind, I am hungry it's true, but I feel like I'm intruding. I mean, we don't even know each others name. You're just a very pretty girl who saved my life. I'm Solla by the way."
"And I'm Nola. See we're old friends now. I've not heard the name Solla before, is it short for something?"
"Well actually it's Icelandic, I lived there until about 10 years ago. It's short for Solrun which means sun rune."
"Wow, you must feel at home in this weather! So, pizza?
"OK, well go on then, dish me just a couple of slices of the pizza, Nola!" We sat there drinking our coffees and stuffing the pizza. Between mouthfuls I said her English was very good and she told me they all learned English in school and most Icelanders could speak Danish, Swedish or Norwegian too. And there's me struggling to speak a little French at school!
"Thanks by the way," I said when we had finished.
"Thanks for what?"
"You said something about me being pretty."
"No I said VERY pretty! And you are. Surely you know that?"
"Well it's nice to be told anyway. And I think you are beautiful too by the way! Do you want to phone your husband now?"
"Ha, I don't want to, but I suppose I'd better if you don't mind. My mobile phone doesn't seem to work here."
"No, it won't, there's virtually no signal here on any of the service providers. We're in a bit of a black spot. There's a landline phone in the hall you can use." There followed a frankly embarrassing phone conversation, with her obviously being on the receiving end of some bad language and it ended with her telling him to do something physically impossible and putting the phone down, well actually slamming the phone down.
"Sorry for that Nola, he's such a..." She burst into tears and I could guess what she was thinking. I suddenly felt sorry for her, little was going right for her today, so I hugged her and she sobbed for a few moments onto my shoulder but then pulled herself together. "Sorry, it's all too much."
"Look stop saying sorry, just forget him for now, forget the car and let's enjoy the evening. You can stay here tonight; it's still a blizzard out there."
"That seems a bit of a nerve, I smash your wall down, eat your pizza and then you offer to put me up! You are too kind. Talking of the wall, let me give you my card while I remember and you can get your dad to ring me. I'm sure the insurance will deal with it but I want to apologise to him properly. And if it's not covered by insurance I'll promise him I'll pay to have it repaired." She fished a calling card out of her bag and passed it to me.
"Lingerie? You run a lingerie shop? Wow!"
"Well I own it not run it, but yes it's what I love doing, selling beautiful underwear and sleepwear. Do you know the shop?"
"Yes of course, I've looked through the window many times but I've never had the money to buy anything, but you have some lovely stuff."
"OK, I'll tell you what. For being so nice to me tonight you can come and choose a few items that you want for free. Maybe a new bra, yours seems a little tight if you don't mind me saying so."
I looked down at my t-shirt. "How can you tell?"
"That's my job sweetie. Look, lift your shirt up a moment and I'll show you." I wasn't sure about this, but she does work in a lingerie shop so what did I have that she hasn't seen a thousand times a day? So I pulled the shirt up above my bra. She looked from side to side. "There, can you see how your boobs are bulging at the sides and beginning to ripple over at the top?"
"Yes I guess so. So I need a bigger cup then don't I."
"Yes you're well into a C Cup, 34C I'd say and this bra is about 32B isn't it? It's really not doing you any favours, you'd be better off with no bra! Look I've got a box of samples in the boot of my car, let me show you a proper fitting bra."
"No way! You can't go out in this blizzard!" But go she did. She put the coat and boots on and I opened the front door. Immediately it blew wide open in a huge flurry of snow, but she still went. She waded through the snow which was over 2 feet high now. I almost closed the door, just leaving a crack so that I could see her return, and in the meantime the wind gusted against it, trying to push it open. Pretty soon Solla came back in carrying a large suitcase.
"Brrrrr is freezing out there," she said. "It's just not easing up at all."
"I told you not to go out. But give me your coat and let's get warm again. So what's in the case?"
"Right sweetie, shall we go to your room and I'll show you, it will be easier to try these on in your room." So upstairs we went with her lugging the case which she dumped on my bed. She opened it and started sorting through the many types of underwear inside. She finally found a 34C bra, a pink lacy bra lined with silk. "OK do you want to slip your bra off.?"
Again I hesitated but now she'd gone to all this trouble it would have been churlish to say no. So I lifted off the t-shirt and unclipped the bra. She took it from my hands and threw it into the corner. "You won't be needing that ill-fitting thing any more! Here, let's try this one on you." It was strange standing there topless so I was glad to get the pink bra on. She made me lean forward and pulled the cups onto my boobs and then fed my arms in the thin straps. She fastened it behind me then adjusted the straps until it felt comfortable.
"There, how does that feel?"
"Yes it feels great, much more comfortable. But I don't think it's exactly suitable for school!" We both laughed and she shook her head.
"No, perhaps not, but I'll find something more suitable in a minute I'm sure. Anyway you can have the pink one for when you go dating. Actually there are some nice matching panties here somewhere. Oh yes here they are, slip them on to make sure they fit."
"Um, OK I'll go in the bathroom and change." I didn't feel comfortable about displaying my private parts.
"Oh don't be silly, we're all girls together, I won't look if you're shy!" She started searching through the case again so I slipped off my jeans and knickers behind her back and pulled on the pretty pink lacy pair. When she heard the rustling stop she turned round and looked at them. "Oh yes, that set looks so good on you. Have a look in the mirror." I looked in the long mirror on my wardrobe and had to admit I looked so sexy in them. I saw her reflection as she came and stood behind me. "See how much better your boobs look in the right size bra, no bulging here." She ran her fingers down the sides of the cups. "Or here." She ran the flat of her hand on the slopes of my breasts.
She had another bra in her hand, a plain white cotton one and held them across the front of me." This one will be good for school I think. Would you like to try it?"
"Yes please, that's much better for school." She unclipped the pink bra and slipped it off my arms and threw it on the bed. With her so close behind me I was feeling strangely tingly like I was getting turned on. She seemed to be having a good look at my naked tits in the mirror. "Is something wrong?" I asked.
"Wrong? Oh no, just the opposite. I was just thinking how nice and firm your breasts are. Although they are quite big now they hardly sag at all when you remove the bra. I sometimes think boobs are at their very best at your age." Casually she ran her hands on them while she talked, demonstrating how firm they were. I should have objected I suppose but after all she was giving me some expensive clothing here and was probably only looking from a professional point of view I reasoned. She then pushed me a little forward and slipped the white bra cups on my boobs, and adjusted the fitting very capably as you would expect.
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