Catherine and Michael
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Catherine was a guest lecturer at a small, southern, community college. She had been in town for just under three weeks. Her lecture on that fateful day had lasted a little longer than usual. On top of that, her students had asked many more questions than they normally would have asked. This pleased Catherine because it indicated they were paying attention.
However, by the time she left the classroom it was getting late. She hoped she hadn't missed her ride. To add insult to injury, Catherine's had not missed her ride. Her friend Sandy, who usually picked her up, had failed to arrive that evening. It was Sandy who had arranged for the guest lecturing position at the college. Since this temporary position was a good distance from her home in Chicago, Catherine had not brought her own car. Sandy had faithfully, up until that particular evening, taken Catherine wherever she needed to go. No one Catherine spoke with knew why Sandy had failed to arrive that evening?
Catherine had turned down several offers from students willing to give her a lift back to her motel. After all, she assumed, her regular ride would soon be there to pick her up.
By the time she realized her friend wasn't coming, it was getting dark and everyone else had left campus. Now, she was stranded and alone outside the darkened lecture hall. All Catherine knew was she was five miles from her motel, tired, and it was getting late. She decided to walk to her motel. The walk would do her good. She could get some exercise and walk off her anger at not being picked up.
Catherine was a lovely twenty-nine-year-old woman with dark brown, shoulder length, hair. She exercised regularly and had a nice figure. She had just enough body fat to give her some great curves.
When Catherine started walking toward her motel, she had failed to notice the darkening sky. Unknown to Catherine, storm clouds had been gathering all afternoon. Before she had gotten half a mile, it started raining.
In no time, Catherine looked like a soaked kitten. Her make-up was running down her face. Her normally well-kept hair hung limply around her neck and shoulders. Her thin knee-length dress was soaked and clinging to her body. The wet dress closely followed every curve of Catherine's body, especially her ample breasts.
Just as the clouds opened up, and the rain came down in wind driven sheets, Michael pulled up and offered Catherine a lift. She had known Michael since first arriving at the college. Michael had been one of the first people she had met there, and she liked what she saw.
Michael worked in the maintenance department at the college. He had initially helped her find her way around the small, but confusing, campus. Maintaining the college grounds had kept Michael in excellent condition. He, too, was in his late twenties. Twenty-eight to be exact. He was not overly muscled, but he had a solid build with no visible fat. His blonde hair complimented a dark tan. The tan was compliments of many hours spent working in the sun. His deep blue eyes had fascinated Catherine from the time of their first meeting. Since that first introduction, she had been hoping he would ask her out.
With little hesitation, Catherine accepted Michael's offer and climbed in beside him. Just as she seated herself and closed the door, the rain intensified. The rain became a torrential down-pour, and the wind was howling through the tree tops.
Michael could barely see the road ahead and had to drive very slowly. Running off the road would not have been a good way to impress Catherine, and he did indeed want to make a good impression on her.
He had admired her since their first meeting as well. However, she was a professor, and he was just a maintenance man. In the hierarchy of academia, a mere maintenance man didn't ask a professor for a date. Michael knew his place. He certainly didn't want to offend her by asking her out.
As he slowly drove toward Catherine's motel, Michael couldn't help but notice how her wet dress had clung to her body accentuating her breasts. Her nipples were erect from the cool rain, and were plainly visible as they strained against the soaked fabric. She was wearing a bra, but it was a thin one. Michael felt a twinge of excitement in his crotch.
Both Catherine and Michael seemed tense as they headed for her motel.
As Michael's car crawled through the storm toward Catherine's motel, they chatted and began to relax with each other. By the time they got to the motel, they were telling jokes and laughing about the storm. Michael finally worked up the courage to ask Catherine to have dinner with him that evening. She accepted the offer. However, she needed to dry off and change clothes first.
The laughter stopped when they got to Catherine's motel. Due to the heavy rains and a blocked storm drain, the motel's lobby and entire first floor were flooded with nearly a foot of water. Unfortunately, Catherine's room was on the ground floor, and the authorities wouldn't let her get near it.
As she returned to Michael's car, Catherine was obviously distraught. She told him about the flooded area, and her inability to get any of her things. Nearly in tears, she asked. "Now what am I going to do? They won't even let me get some dry clothes! I can not go out looking like this."
"I have a suggestion. You come with me to my place, take a shower, and dry off. While you're in the shower, I'll find something for dinner, and dry your clothes. Then, you can stay on my couch tonight." Michael offered.
Catherine gazed at Michael's smiling face, looked into his deep blue eyes, and softly agreed. "All right! I don't seem to have many options, and that does sound like fun on such a nasty night. But, my dress can only be dry-cleaned. A dryer will destroy it. What can I wear?"
"I have a robe you can borrow." Michael said.
Catherine leaned over toward Michael and brushed his cheek with a soft kiss. Michael felt a thrill run through him from the kiss. She then told him. "You're so sweet. Thank you for rescuing me. You're my knight in shining armor." A wide smile had spread across her still dripping face, as she said. "Let's go, Sir Galahad!"
"Your wish is my command, M-Lady."
The rain was still pouring down when they pulled into the drive at Michael's home. Laughing loudly, they ran from the car to the small covered porch. As he got his door open and they stepped in, Michael pointed down the hallway, and said. "The shower is through the bedroom and on the right. You'll find my robe behind the door."
Catherine turned to Michael and firmly hugged him. He could feel her breasts pressed to his chest, and he liked the feeling. In his ear she softly said. "Thank you for helping a girl in distress." With another light kiss on his cheek, she turned and headed to the shower.
Michael laid out a spread of reheated leftovers. There was Chinese food, fried chicken, and half a pizza. Dinner was accompanied by a chilled bottle of red wine. He had just finished setting the table when Catherine came into the kitchen.
He couldn't help but notice how she filled out his robe. She made it look so much better than he ever had. As she sat down, the robe gaped slightly open giving Michael a glimpse of her ample breasts.
When Catherine noticed Michael's gaze, she smiled and slowly pulled the robe together.
During dinner, they chatted about their lives. Even though they were on vastly different societal levels, they seemed to have so much in common when it came to their personal life.
Catherine and Michael were both somewhat shy and insecure socially. Both had dated before, but neither had a steady partner. Because they each had high standards, both had only had a few intimate experiences. Neither had found that special someone, yet.
As they ate the leftovers and drank the wine, the storm continued to rage outside. The tree limbs scraping the roof overhead and slapping the side of the house sounded like they were trying to tear the place apart.
Every time the lightning flashed and a loud clap of thunder roared, Catherine practically jumped out of her chair. Michael moved to sit beside her, took her hand, and did his best to soothe her nerves.
After dinner, Michael led Catherine by the hand to his living room. He suggested they watch a movie and have another glass of wine.
Catherine said. "That sounds like a wonderful way to spend such a nasty night."
Just as Michael popped a tape into his VCR, an extremely bright flash of lightning hit somewhere very near-by. It was immediately followed by a tremendous crash of thunder. Even Michael jumped. Catherine was still screaming as the lights dimmed, then went completely out. They were plunged into darkness, and Catherine cried out. "MICHAEL!"
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