"Well, let’s see what else we can find, shall we my sweet?" Darryl held out his hand.
"Couldn't agree more."
Continuing their path up the trail enjoying every minute of their adventure, Darryl saw the perfect spot that he wanted to make hot passionate love to Mia at. Amidst a sea of long stemmed bushes was a clearing where they could lay down and explore each other's bodies. The idea of caressing Mia's tender body and inspecting every area of her fair skin flesh began to play on his mind. Slowly, he would run his tongue up and down her navel licking every spot leaving not one part untouched until he reached her shaven pussy. Pink and moist her clit would await his tongue's far-reaching touch.
Just as he was about to suggest their love nest, he heard the distant rumble of thunder. A gust of wind spiraled in from above the skies shaking the trees about as if they were mere twigs. Piercing through the break in foliage, Darryl saw silver streaks of lightening illuminating the pale gray skies. A heavy downpour exploded from the saturated sky above pelting him and Mia with its unrelenting speed.
"Dammit!" Darryl yelled. Of all places, this was one area you didn't want to get lost in.
"I am sure we can figure our way back to the car, honey. I think it was that way." Mia hollered pointing in the northern direction.
Mia's sense of direction was one skill set she clearly didn't have. The last thing Darryl was going to do would be to take her word for where they came from. This, coming from the girl who got lost going to the local supermarket, was a chance Darryl wasn't willing to take.
"Honey, we're over here." Taking her back down the rugged path they came from, Darryl was sure the car was at the bottom of the trail.
Howling fiercely, the biting winds sent piercing hail from the roaring skies above. Tiny pellets of ice came from every direction stinging Darryl’s skin. A sea of blurriness surrounded him as buckets of rain blinded him. Clinging to Mia's hand her little fingers trembling with fear and he assured her they would soon be in the car.
The fact of the matter was that he truly felt lost and confused himself. For the first time since growing up in these parts, he had no fucking clue where he was. There was nothing but swaying trees and wet mushy mud and soaked grass everywhere. It was like walking in quicksand -- their feet constantly falling knee deep into the shallow ground created by the endless puddles. He had forgotten how bad these parts flooded out. The mountains were nothing but an endless waterfall during these downpours sending a brown mush down the inclines. He can't recall how many summers he and his family had to evacuate due to flood alerts.
What seemed hours was probably only minutes as the heavy rains trickled down to a faint drip. The gusty winds settled a bit as the storm quickly moved out of the region. The clamorous roar of thunder suddenly seemed to be miles away as it traveled to the next region where it would cause havoc.
Darryl's sense of confidence returned as the storm quickly ceased. Wiping his eyes off his vision, still blurred from the rain, he looked around to see if he could recognize the path. But a quickly developing fog only added more confusion to an already upsetting experience.
"Fuck!" Darryl yelled disgusted at himself for not being more prepared for such an event.
"Honey, look over there." Mia motioned towards a black rickety roof protruding through the thickness of the fog.
"Oh, thank God. Maybe we can find shelter or someone to help us." Darryl replied hoping that their entire trip wasn't going to be a waste. If they could find a shelter and dry off, then they could move on and get out of here before it got too late.
Chapter 7
The closer they got to the building the more Mia thought she should have never said anything. The chances of anyone with life living in that place were next to none. The building was on its last legs and that was an understatement. Sinking into the ground the structure was a shabby white metal that had a bunch of battered windows with more cracks and holes in it than a car imploded by a bomb. An eerie squealing noise sent a shiver down Mia's arms as she envisioned a hungry family of gray furry mice crawling about the insides of the place searching for little crumbs of food. Flapping in the wind, compliments of the abandoning storm, were brown shutters, the paint peeling in huge chunks falling onto the grass beneath it. The shutters, made of some sturdy wood that obviously held them in place all these years, had tiny rusty nails drilled in the bottom of them. That endless motion of the shutters working against the rusty nails had been the culprit behind the squeaking noise.
"Maybe we should try looking somewhere else," Mia suggested. The thought of even entering this place gave her the creeps reminding her of the time she went with her best girlfriend Ginny into a haunted house down the Jersey shore.
"No, we're not turning back. I am wet and tired. I am sure you are the same. Listen, trust me on this. We are safe here. I just know it." Darryl said.
Walking up to the property's main entrance this area was equally neglected. Long blades of grass surrounded the front suggesting that no one had taken a pair of clippers or a lawn mower here in probably a good many years, Mia surmised. The front door had a statue of a dead squirrel on it. Its tiny little jet black eyes stared at Mia. Standing on its hind legs, its gray fur bristled all around its lanky body as if it were killed seconds before it realized it though revolting to look at Mia kind of felt bad for the poor thing.
Opening the door stood a tall thin man with pepper gray hair and tanned cheeks as if he weren't from these parts. He had vivid turquoise eyes -- looking into them reminded a never-ending current of a gorgeous river. Dressed in nicely ironed jeans, a crisp red shirt sporting the name The Buckets in dark lettering, obviously some sports team in these parts, the man was the complete opposite of what existed around here. His hair was neatly combed and parted as if he were a businessman of sorts in a previous life.
"Can I help you?" The man spoke so refined too as if he were raised in some influential neighborhood.
Mia was caught off guard. Why would such a gorgeous older man be stuck in a dilapidated shack that was practically inches deep in the muddy foundation? Not only was he well-dressed he was quite handsome and strong. She couldn't help but notice his firm chest muscles poking through the top of his shirt his wiry gray chest hairs peeking through.
"Sir, we’re sorry to bother you. Me and my wife here were on a hiking trip and well, we got caught in a terrible storm that just passed and we were wondering if we could just stay long enough to warm up and rest a little bit." Darryl hated asking others for help, Mia knew that for a fact, but they were in a dire situation with nowhere to go and not a clue where their car was at this point.
"Oh heavens yes. Please come in. Sorry if I was so stern sounding. I don't get many visitors in these parts. My name is Hamish and yours, sir and young lady?" The man put out his hand. Mia couldn't help but notice the flashy gold watch on his wrist. Judging from the glistening diamonds and sparkles the jewelry was worth a few thousand dollars.
"Oh hey, yeah sorry. I am Darryl and this is my wife Mia. Nice to meet you, sir." Darryl responded returning the handshake.
"Nice to meet you too, miss." Hamish said to Mia reminding her of a butler or another servant that has met their new guests for the first time.
"You too, Hamish." Mia replied not able to get out of her inquisitive mind why on earth a man so well dressed and refined would be living in such a rundown place.
Totally opposite of the exterior of the home Hamish's interior decorating was not much to write about but it definitely was a far cry from the outside of the place. The walls were made up of a fresh smelling pine wood, their glossy brown surface illumining the room thanks to the warming embers of the fireplace in the center of the room. Polished maple brown floors had that hardwood surface that would require countless hours of mopping and vacuuming. However, it seemed, good old Hamish lived here alone -- being there was no one else present -- and such worries probably didn't concern him, Mia thought. In the center of the room was an eloqu
ent shiny white Formica dining room table complete with cushioned beige chairs. In the center was a red bowl with imitation fruit their resplendent glow enough to tempt anyone who didn't know any better to try a piece. Dangling above the table was an impressive silver chandelier. The scintillating lights were like looking at the city's skyline from a far distance.
"Wow, I must say, Hamish, you have such a nice home. This is gorgeous." Mia had to say something feeling guilty for judging the property from its exterior looks. The old adage "never judge a book by its cover" was so true in this case. Lesson learned.
"Thank you, my lady. I keep it looking frightful on the outside to keep any loons from straggling through. Trust me, I have had my share here." Winking his eye she gathered that he had a lot of resources he needed to protect.
"Man, did you catch this Hamish?" Darryl, impressed as much as Mia, walked over to the further end of the dining room where a soaring statue of a bear with heavy gnarled sepia fur stood.
"Yes, sir I sure did. It was just last year right up in the Northern Mountains." Motioning in the direction of one of those bullet holed windows which on this side of the home were translucent and gave a bird’s eye view of the yard and surrounding area around Hamish's home.
"That's impressive, man. Is that what I think a Grizzly bear?" Darryl's schoolboy excitement amusingly reminded Mia of one of her first graders when they saw Santa Clause at Christmas. It was so refreshing to see that a grown man could still be fascinated.
"I tell you what, you two look soaked and hungry. Why don't I get you guys some clothes and fix you something to eat? I’ll tell you all about my story over in Northern Mountain over dinner."
"Sounds like a plan Hamish." Darryl said.
Beckoning them both to the back of his kitchen which was equally decorated with pine wood walls, mementos of chefs their pudgy bodies holding different plates of food. The gigantic statues made out of ceramic appeared to weigh enough that moving them would be more than just a simple chore.
Hamish's bedroom attached itself right off the entrance of the kitchen. There was a dull blue wallpaper that appeared to be peeling in several places. Hanging off the wall in an oval gold frame was a woman with stunning auburn hair and clear tawny eyes. Though she had an albino complexion it wasn't terribly pallid. Hanging around her neck was a spaghetti thin gold necklace with the image of the blessed mother in a purple picture frame in the center. Her dress, a champagne blue, was simply breathtaking, Mia thought. A dress like that with its silky refined material clearly cost hundreds of dollars. Judging from the picture with the brunette background it must have been painted years ago.
"I see you're admiring my mother's picture. She was an amazing lady. A woman of grace and beauty is all I can say. That picture was painted back in 1965 right before she got sick." Hamish spoke in a clearly different tone almost like that of a pastor speaking at a funeral.
"I'm sorry, Hamish. My condolences to you and your family." Mia replied.
"It’s ok, my lady. She has been gone many years now. We all die someday, unfortunately. At any rate, I think you guys would be comfortable in these." Hamish came out of the huge walk in closet next to his mother’s picture holding a pair of satin pink panties and a matching robe to cover along with a pair of white boxers and tee-shirt for Darryl.
"Thank you, Hamish. We truly appreciate it." Darryl replied.
Mia was shocked when she saw the skimpiness of the clothes he gave them. Not only did she not know this man more than maybe twenty minutes if that, she was about to put on an outfit that not only made her look whorish but implied she was a freak. Dressing this way for your husband with him and you was one thing, she thought, but it was completely different with a stranger.
"I am sorry, I don't have anything more accommodating, my lady. Unfortunately, when my last wife left me three years ago she took all her nice clothes with her. This is what was left. Not having many visitors, I don't normally keep a large collection here." Hamish must have seen the stunned look on her face, she thought, astonished that he would expect someone he just met to wear such a thing.
Knowing she didn't have much of a choice with an innocent look from Darryl, his baby blues enough to melt any woman’s heart, she quietly took the outfit while Hamish proceeded back to the other part of the home. Suddenly, stories of crazies doing unexplainable terrible things flooded Mia's mind. You heard about this stuff all the time on the nightly news or those special investigation shows. An avid fan of these show types, Mia recalled one story where a lonely old man who never had company took in a young girl who was lost. Not even days later her mangled body was found in the river.
"Sweetie, it will be ok. Trust me, I know you're shitting your pants but we have no choice. We're lost here in the woods and I am sorry for that. I should have brought a map. Next time I promise I will. I just thought growing up here I should know these paths and valleys. I am sorry." Darryl whispered.
"You better be," Mia smiled. How could she hold him responsible, she thought to herself? How many times had she got lost herself?
"Hey guys not to interrupt your little squabble but dinner is ready." Hamish appeared in the doorway, his raised eyebrows showing concern probably hearing every word they said.
Embarrassed Mia didn't want the poor man to think poorly of her. After all, he was kind enough to let them in and take care of them. They easily could still be out there in this barren forest, prey to the countless species that hunted these parts.
"Here we come Hamish," Mia replied.
Hamish not only was a decent homemaker but his cooking wasn't far off either. He had set three places on the Formica table, the pearly white plates with gold plated silverware had an array of delicious food on them. In the center was a succulent brown meatloaf topped off with thick gravy, mile high mashed potatoes smothered in butter the warm smell of the condiments salty aroma pleasing to Mia's senses. Off to the right of each plate were a hefty amount of asparagus, their leafy foliage glistening underneath the dining room tables chandelier light. In the center of the table in a barn-red wooden basket was a stack of homemade garlic rolls.
"Shall we have a drink?" Hamish asked pulling up a bottle of whiskey in his right hand.
"Sure." Not wanting to be rude even though she didn't drink Mia handed him her glass listening to the murky brown alcohol splashing around.
"Me too. Sounds good, man." Darryl replied. Darryl an avid drinker, though not as much in the past few years, he still liked his drink now and then.
"So the story of the grizzly bear. Ah, how shall I begin this?" Hamish smelled the brim of his glass appearing to relish the aroma of his freshly poured beverage.
Darryl sat up his eyes fixed on Hamish as if he were a boy in the scouts listening to the leader tell a ghost story for the first time. Truly, Darryl was in his element when he was home here in the wilderness. It was a side of him that Mia loved seeing. The excitement and vigor he presented while here was absolutely amazing and quite erotic to Mia.
"Well, I was on the top of the North Mountain Hill taking a walk. I frequently do that these days now that I am retired from my corporate career. Anyways, there it was this huge Grizzly Bear staring at me grinding its white razor sharp teeth. Its paws had claws that could cut any man's throat in two. There was anger in that bastard's little black beady eyes. He was ready to have me for dinner. Little did that fuck know I too grew up in these parts. I knew how to hunt and always came prepared. Right next to me was my car. Slowly, I walked there and grabbed my rifle. One, two, three. Poof! He was down for the count." Hamish motioned as if his hands were the rifle and the walls were the bear.
Drinking another glass, Mia who wasn't accustomed to even drinking a glass of beer felt the room spin a bit as if she were on an endless carousel. Her breasts poking through the sheer material of the robe, she felt a connection never experienced before. Not entirely digesting her food, she desired to have Darryl's hard dick deep in her pussy. Strangely enough, she was d
esiring Hamish as well his manhood his masculinity a true turn on for her.
"Man, that is amazing. My pops and I never encountered one when living here but we sure would have loved to, that is for sure." Darryl's words began to slur as the alcohol worked its way through him.
"I'll tell you what is really amazing -- your wife. She has a gorgeous body and she looks as though she could use some loving. You can use my room if you'd like. Maybe I can watch, if its ok." Hamish proposed winking his eyes as he proceeded to pour another glass of whiskey.
"Ah, I see. Well, now I have to ask her." Darryl smirked pointing to Mia.
"Actually, baby, listening to Hamish and watching you be so excited about it like a little schoolboy has excited me so much. I want to feel you both inside of me. My pussy wants it bad."
"Now there is a proposal I can't refuse can I, Hamish?" Darryl asked, his rosy cheeks lightening up like a couple of Christmas lights on a tree.
"I say we take the fun into the other room. Don't you?" Hamish winked directing them both back to the bedroom.
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