New Start - Sex Stories

New Start

You know if it wasn't for bad luck I would have no luck at all. Here I am soaked to the skin on the side of the road with a gas can in hand wondering how I am going to explain to my car insurance company that when I left my car was on the side of the road and when I returned it was a couple hundred yards away in a tree.

What the hell am I going to do now? Traffic on the road I was traveling was as nonexistent as cell service. It took me two hours to walk to the gas station which was getting ready to close for the day. And two and a half hours back lugging around a three gallon tank of gas. The weather is miserable; raining so hard that the drops stung when they hit any exposed skin. And with it being the middle of summer I had a lot of exposed skin! Now that the sun had set it was getting cooler and the wind had kicked up making the cold rain and wet clothes feel colder than what they normally would feel.

This was turning out to be the worst road trip ever. I couldn't call anyone. Because of the pouring rain and the lack of service I left my phone in the car. Couldn't change into any dry clothes, they were in the car. I am in the middle of nowhere and had no idea how far it would be to get to the next town. And my destination was still another eight hours away. Fuck me! Setting the gas can down by the tree trunk, not doing me any good after all, I took the only option left to me. I walked. There had to be a house or something near by. I hoped there was ...

... anyways.

It took a long while but I finally did come across a house. The light of the morning sun stained the horizon as I walked down the long drive. I knocked on the front door and after a couple of minutes an older man answers.

"I do apologize for disturbing you, I need some help," I said. "My name is Nick and I ran out of gas last night. I was on my way to a friends house in New Orleans. When I returned with a gas can my car wasn't where I left it. I found it in a tree not that far away though. All my clothes and my phone are in the car. I have no idea who to call or what to do."

The old man looked me up and down and opened his door wider. "Come on in, my name is Harold. I might have some dry clothes you can have and a phone you can use." I followed him into the house and he led me to the kitchen "Have a seat. I'll go see about those clothes and then we'll call the sheriff." I sat down at the table and looked around. With the exception of a couple of dishes in the sink the kitchen was spotless and well organized. Returning to the kitchen the man sets down a pile of folded clothes on the table. "Want some coffee?"

"Please and thank you. I don't have any means to repay you right now. I don't carry cash." I told the man.

"That's OK son. I don't want your money." He says setting a mug of coffee on the table in front of me. "There is a bathroom down the hall and on the left. Go get those dry clothes on and we'll call the sheriff's office. Hopefully Frank will know what to ...