Where it happened: Teenager's Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
Two weeks ago, I was out driving my pickup truck on Wren Road here in rural MInnesota. It was below freezing and snow had begun to fall. As I came to a crossroad, and got ready to turn to go home, I saw a dark clump of something lying in the road up head about a quarter of a mile. I decided to see what it was. As I got closer, I could see it was a person lying in the road. As I stopped and got out of the truck, I could see it was a teenage boy, perhaps 18 or 19. He was partially covered with snow and was shivering under a rather light jacket. His face was very red, but he was conscious. He explained that he had gone out for a walk and had slipped and fallen on the road, and he thought he had broken his ankle in the process. He couldn’t put any weight on it to walk. I asked him where he lived and he said about a mile and a half down Wren Road. I got his arm around me and helped him uip and with his one good leg and my help. I managed to get him in the truck. I drove him to his house. There was no one at home. He said he lived with his Mom and she was at work. I helped him limp into the house and got him into a chair in the kitchen. He was shivering. Told me he had been lying there nearly an hour before I came along. I looked at his ankle, and it was very swollen. I thought it probably was fractured. Since he was shivering, I told him that I thought we should get him to bed to get warm. Again, with his arm around my shoulder and his limping with the one good leg, we managed to get to his bedroom and sit him on his bed. His jacket and shirt were still snowcovered, as were his jeans, so I told him we’d better get him out of those cold, wet clothes, and he agreed. It wasn’t long before he was down to his undershirt and jockey shorts, and I managed to get him under the covers of his bed. I said I thought I should call a doctor, but then we reasoned that no doctor was going to make a house callfor a broken ankle, and he’d probably have to go to the hospital Now, the nearest hospital was at least an hour’s drive. I said, I’d be glad to take him, but first he should warm up and rest. I stayed with him. He kept shivering and I asked him if they had another blanket somewhere, but he said he didn’t thinkso. Finally he said, with sort of a twinkle in his eye, “Maybe if you got in here with me, I’d get warmer sooner.” Well, that was quite a remark from this young kid, but as I looked at him, I kind of took pity on him, and so I took off my boots and jacket, and climbed into the bed with him. I had on a sweater and slacks. 15 minutes later, however, those wre off, as were my panties and bra, and I was warming his cold body with my own.I had to admit it felt good. I kept asking him how his ankle felt, and he said it hurt like hell, but it felt good to be warm again. We just laid in bed and talked and talked and finally,I let him fuck me. I guess actually it was me that fucked him, because he just aid there while I mounted his very ample love-maker. He came inside me in less than ten minutes. Fortunately I had been on the pill for a couple of years. After that session in his bed, and we both were amply warm, I drove him to the hospital and had his ankle set. Then I drove him home with a large boot on the ankle and again helped him in the house. We fucked again,while he sat in a chair, before I left. When I got home, my Dad, with whom I was living at the time, asked me where I had been. I told him about finding the stranger in the road and taking him to the hospital, but I never told him about our love-making. I did call the young man yesterday, and he told me he is healing nicely,and thanks for all my help.
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