Isi's Story (pt 1) - Sex Stories

Isi's Story (pt 1)

Isi’s Story (Part One) It was a cold, dark and miserable November night; the wind was howling, making an eerie whistling and moaning sound, it buffeted Isi as she struggled to make some headway towards her home some eight miles away. She knew she shouldn’t have stayed for a last drink, it had made her miss her bus and here she was now struggling to progress against a gale f***e wind and heavy rain, she was so miserable but knew she had to continue her journey, she had nowhere else to go. This was a lonely desolate place, a country road with few buildings, the dark, dank and cloudy skies gave no cause for optimism at all, she knew it would take hours to walk home, she wanted to cry but what was the point, no-one would hear her. She trudged on with her head bowed and her feet scuffling against the rough pot-holed concrete that constituted a road. There was a light ahead, maybe some salvation, it was a porch storm lantern, quite appropriate under the circumstances, Isi wasn’t confident about asking for shelter but with the winds and rain getting stronger she knew she’d struggle to make it home. She approached the porch and decided to just take what little shelter there was rather than knock on the door, she was cold and soaked but at least she was out of the worst of the wind. Isi huddled in a corner and curled up, she knew she wouldn’t sl**p but hopefully the worst of the weather would abate and then she could make some progress towards home. Suddenly the front door opened, ...

... she must have disturbed the occupants, a largish and unkempt looking woman leered at Isi, “Who the fuck are you, what do you want?” she demanded. Isi trembled, not from the cold this time but shear fear, “I’m sorry,” the young twenty nine year old Indian girl replied, “I missed my bus, I just wanted a little shelter for a while, I’m sorry, I’ll go,” Isi stammered, her teeth chattering and her body trembling. A man appeared, “what the fuck?” he shouted, “It’s OK honey” the female occupant soothed, “Come on in and get dry and warm.” Isi was unsure, the smiles on the two people didn’t seem quite genuine but she felt she really wasn’t in a position to argue so she followed the lady indoors while feeling the man’s leering eyes mentally undress her. Inside was a fire, it felt like heaven. Isi felt like she was in a trance, her mind not quite working as it should as she took in the aroma of some sort of incense, before long the two people had introduced themselves as Susan and John and had persuaded Isi that for her own good she should strip to her bra and panties. The Indian girl felt terribly exposed especially as Susan was in a quite revealing nightdress and John was only wearing boxers himself, her nipples stood proud against the fabric of her thin bra leaving little to the imagination. Susan made Isi a cup of tea which the twenty nine year old accepted gratefully, it tasted a bit funny but she didn’t want to complain, after all they were being so nice to her. Isi started to feel ...