The sound of tires spinning uselessly in the fresh snow, followed by a sputtering engine dying, is the first sign of company I've had all week. I pull back the heavy curtain over my kitchen window and see a small, older sedan angled at the end of my long driveway, half-buried in a drift.

A moment later, the driver's side door opens and a girl gets out. She's bundled in a thick winter coat, but even from here I can see the generous curve of her hips and the way her jeans cling to her thighs as she struggles through the knee-deep snow toward my porch. Her dark hair is already dusted with white, and when she looks up at my window, her face is pale and worried, her eyes wide. She looks young, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two.

A heavy knock echoes on my oak door. I open it, and a blast of frigid air rushes in, carrying the scent of impending blizzard.

"Oh, thank God," she says, her voice trembling a little from the cold. "Hi. I'm so sorry to bother you. My car... it just died. And my phone has no service out here."

I step back and hold the door open wider, gesturing for her to come inside. "Don't worry about it," I tell her with a smile. "It gets pretty lonely out here sometimes. Just glad I can help." The warmth from my woodstove fills the small cabin as she steps over the threshold. She shivers violently and rubs her hands together before closing the door behind her, trapping in some of the heat.

"Thank you so much," she repeats gratefully. "

The girl gives me an exasperated laugh. "Well, aside from freezing my ass off and getting a killer headache?" she says with a wry smile. "I'm... not too bad, really." She pushes some of her hair back out of her face, revealing dark circles under her eyes.

"Look," she continues, "I know this is probably really weird, but... would it be okay if I could just sit down for a while? Until my head stops pounding, maybe?"

I nod, leading her over to my worn-out couch. "Of course! There's a spare bedroom down the hall if you want some privacy." I gesture toward a door opposite from where we came in. "There's some clothes in there too, if you need them," I add with a gentle smile. "I should warn you, though... they might be a little worn, but they should fit you alright."

She hesitates for a moment before looking back at me, her expression uncertain. "

As she disappears into the spare bedroom, I can't help but watch her movements with appreciation. Her body is truly something else, and even though she's just trying to warm up, it's hard not to notice how every curve and angle of her figure looks so damn good on her.

I hear her rummaging around in the bedroom for a moment before she reappears, dressed in a pair of my old boxers that hang loosely on her hips, revealing far too much skin beneath them.

I swallow hard, doing my best not to stare as she walks back over to the couch. Her face is still pale and her expression tired, but there's something else there too - a hint of vulnerability that makes me want nothing more than to take care of her. "So," I say quietly, pouring us both a cup of hot chocolate from the stove, "what brought you out here anyway?"

She sinks down onto the couch, accepting the steaming mug gratefully. "My friend and I were supposed to meet up in town for dinner," she explains between sips. "But my car... well, you saw." She shivers again, this time more from nerves than the cold.

"I'm just glad that I found your place when I did," she says with a small smile. Her fingers dance nervously around the rim of her mug as she glances up at me. "Thanks again for letting me in."

The girl blushes at my offer, looking away shyly for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "That... that would be really nice," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't want to impose."

Her shoulders slump slightly and she takes another sip of her hot chocolate. "I mean, you've already been so helpful," she says with a small smile. "I shouldn't ask for any more than that."

I smile reassuringly at her and set my own mug down on the coffee table. "It's really no trouble," I say softly, gesturing for her to stand up. "Come with me." Leading her into the spare bedroom, I point toward a small massage table in one corner. "I've got everything you need here... just let me know if there's anything else you want while we're at it."

She hesitates before nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice still shaky but filled with a newfound excitement. "I'd like that... thank you." As I set up the table and gather my massage supplies, I can feel her eyes on me the whole time, almost as if she's trying to memorize every inch of my body. The anticipation between us thickens the air, making it difficult to breathe at times.

When everything is ready, I turn to her with a reassuring smile. "Why don't you lie down and let me know how much pressure you want?" She nods slowly, taking a deep breath as she climbs onto the table, lying face-down with her arms at her sides. The soft fabric of my old shirt clings to her back, revealing the curves of her spine and the faintest hint of her bra strap.

Her eyes widen slightly at the offer, and she hesitates before nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. "Oil... massage?" There's a tremor in her voice that tells me she's both nervous and excited about this new development.

She hesitates for what feels like an eternity before slowly nodding again. "Y-yeah," she stammers, her voice shaking. "You... you should undress me." Her cheeks flush a deep red as she says this, and I can feel the heat emanating from her body as if she's been feverish all along.

Her breath hitches as I gently pull her shirt over her head, revealing a plain white bra that does little to hide the fullness of her breasts. She sucks in a sharp breath, arching her back slightly as if offering herself up to me. The sight of her bare skin sends a wave of heat through my body, making it difficult to focus on anything but how beautiful she looks beneath my touch.