Stranded Pt. 01byDiana Retnuhvek©
A special thanks to Jackbro for contributing to this wicked tale...
Jake Gibbons had never driven in anything like this.
The rain would not relent, pouring down so hard on his windshield he thought it might cave in. This was a deluge, and Interstate 80 became harder and harder to see in the darkness.
"God dammit," the tired motorist mumbled to himself, "this is unbelievable."
Home was only an hour away, but he feared he might end up in a ditch on the side of the road if he kept driving.
He squinted as hard as he could to maintain focus on the road ahead of him, the yellow dividing line his only friend right now.
Mile signs kept coming up, one after the other, and they served as some comfort that Jake was getting closer to his destination, and further away from this awful storm.
Thunder boomed in the distance, and the rain was coming down even harder. He didn't like to put the windshield wipers at full speed, but in this case they couldn't go fast enough.
The mile 38 sign came up - 40 miles from home, he realized.
He had turned the radio off earlier to block out any distractions, but he couldn't help but turn it right back on again, trying to get his mind off the worst storm he had ever driven in.
"It's not supposed to rain like this in California," he said to himself.
He flicked the radio on, and immediately there was talk of the 49ers' miraculous win in the NFC Championship Game that day, a game Jake had to miss because of this very business trip.
The niners fan thought of Dwight Clark hauling in the game-winning catch, the recount of the game making it sound like he had jumped 20 feet in the air to bring it in.
"Sucks I missed that," he said to himself.
But poor Jake did not want to start 1982 by crashing his station wagon into a tree, so again, he focused hard.
The radio went back off again. Can't listen to that right now. Just 30 miles from home.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the rain let up, reduced to a drizzle, and Jake had a clear path home to see his beautiful wife, Bonnie.
Her soft, long brown hair, her big brown eyes, her lovely breasts, pushing against that tight white niners t-shirt Jake bought her for Christmas this year.
But then, his happy thoughts were interrupted.
Glug, glug, glug.
It couldn't be.
Glug, glug, glug.
The car tilted to one side. The back felt lower than the front.
Glug, glug, glug.
"No fucking way," he mumbled in disgust.
Jake pulled over to the side of the deserted road. Ironically, it had stopped raining, but upon examining the rear driver's side tire, poor Jake saw he had a flat.
No spare in his trunk. Nobody around. No house or business in sight.
All he could do was keep walking.
There has to be a gas station coming up soon.
Jake wasn't very familiar with Interstate 80. It just seemed like a long, dark road surrounded by nothing but trees and fields.
He thought of jogging to speed things up, but was too tired. It had been such a long day, and now his journey was taking him deep into the night. It was 10:30. Bonnie was expecting him home by 8.
He remembered his track days in college. He used to be able to run five miles a day back then. But 10 years and a lot of beers later, he would have to settle to walk, not jog, the deserted highway.
He kept looking at his watch. It was now 11.
He saw a curve up ahead. It seemed a long ways away. Maybe something was around that curve. A house, a person, a car, any sign of life!
All he needed was to get to a phone. Jake just wanted to call whatever local mechanic there was, get the car towed and take a cab home. But there was still no phone in sight.
Here it comes. The curve. Jake really didn't want to make it around the curve and just see more empty highway. There has to be a gas station up ahead.
He jogged out of anticipation.
Finally, up ahead, he saw a lighted building. Off the road a bit. He couldn't tell if it was a business or a home, but it was something.
Jake kept jogging. He never felt in better shape all of a sudden. The thrill of getting home gave him new life.
He soon realized that it was not a home. It was a mansion. He counted the windows on the second floor - must be 10 bedrooms he thought to himself.
It was almost midnight, but he had to hope someone was up.
He walked up the long, gravel driveway and calmly knocked on the fancy front door.
He knocked again.
Dammit, somebody answer, he thought.
And then Jake heard someone unlocking the door, turning the knob, and all of a sudden there was a beautiful woman right in front of him.
"Howdy stranger," she said, dressed in an elegant gown and holding a glass of what looked like champagne.
"Uh, hi," he stammered, "I am so sorry to bother you, especially this late, but my car broke down up the road, and was hoping I could use your phone."
"Oh of course, sweetie," she said, "you seem harmless enough."
She welcomed him in very politely, and the woman soon went on about the formal party she had just thrown for about 20 or so guests.
"I'm Dawn McKenzie," she said, shaking his hand. "You might of heard of my former husband, Reginald Rooland, oil tycoon?"
Jake never heard of him, but pretended he did. Some rich oil guy. The two had moved to California, eventually got divorced, and the wife got the house in the settlement.
Pretty sweet deal. But she was as smart as she was stunning. The buxom brunette was a wiz in a business of her own, and intent on building it up as big as she could.
She owned a clothing line, and the dress she was wearing was evidence of her excellent taste. Jake just knew it was low-cut, red, and it showed off her great legs.
When the two sat down on the sofa in the family room, Dawn crossed one leg over the other, her thighs practically right in Jake's face.
He had to pull his eyes away from those stocking-clad beauties and go about dialing the phone. Dawn gave him the number of a local mechanic, but informed him he would probably not be around. She was so kind she offered him a room for the night.
Jake tried the mechanic, but all it did was ring and ring. He phoned Bonnie to let her know he would be spending the night at a hotel, not wanting to worry her that he was at a stranger's house, much less a sexy divorcee who had amazing legs and was probably good and drunk.
"So you got stuck in that awful storm?" she asked him, taking a sip of her drink.
"Well, just as it stopped raining, that's when I saw I had a flat," he said. "I walked a pretty good ways. Where am I anyway?"
"You wouldn't be able to find it on a map, sweetie, I can tell you that much," she joked. But in a way, she was right.
Jake glanced around the spacious family room, seeing a large television, a gorgeous glass coffee table, and on that table were a pile of magazines. Seemed normal enough.
But upon further inspection, as he went through them trying to find a sports mag of some sort, one periodical caught his attention.
"Oh goodness me," the woman said. "Did I leave that one out? You'll have to forgive me - I finally bought a subscription to the thing so I can't seem to put it down."
Playgirl? Jake didn't even know there was such a thing. There was actually a female answer to the famous Playboy magazine?
"First published in 1973," Dawn explained, quickly showing that she was not only an avid fan of the magazine, but a bit of a historian. "But to this day, do you know they still shy away from showing full erections?"
Jake squirmed a bit, and actually blushed.
"I suppose you're talking about buildings?" he asked with a laugh.
"Oh my, you're funny. I'm gonna have to keep my eye on you," she joked back.
Dawn crossed those gorgeous legs again. She even accidentally pulled up her dress a bit, showing more of her well-rounded thighs.
"I don't mean to be brazen with my choice of conversation," she said. "It's just the champagne. Here I am talking to a complete stranger about erections! My goodness, I need to go to sleep soon."
Jake laughed politely, and on the inside was even starting to find a little amusement in this whole episode.
Dawn took off her high-heel shoes, gently rubbing her small, sexy feet against the carpet, moaning as she did so. "Mmm, that feels good," she said. "I've been on my feet all day. The party I had must have gone on for eight hours or so. Many of my best friends, and some co-workers that I like enough to invite to the gala. Such a good time. Everyone dressed in their Sunday best."
"Mostly couples I guess?" Jake asked.
"Oh, no, all women," Dawn replied. "Sort of like a formal girls night out, only when you have a place like this, why go out?"
Seemed sensible enough. Only Jake couldn't imagine what 20 or so women would do for several hours at one of their friend's houses. Much less get all dressed up for it.
"Oh Jeez, where are my manners? Would you like a drink?" Dawn asked her house guest. "We have just about everything."
"Oh I don't want you to go to the trouble," the gentleman responded.
"No trouble at all. I'll just have Victor fetch us a round," she said.
Victor? Who is Victor? Jake was thoroughly confused. But then it occurred to him - a place like this, she must have a butler of some sort. A very different sort.
"Victor," she lightly yelled, "darling can you come here?"
Jake expected to see an older gentleman, maybe Alfred from Wayne Manor. An old grandfather type.
That's not exactly the kind of help Dawn McKenzie hires.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw the man walk into the family room, arms folded behind his back, walking casually. The first thing that caught Jake's attention was that the man had no shirt on. It only got worse. As soon as the lamp was out of Jake's line of sight, he saw the man had no pants on either.
And that included underwear.
All the butler was wearing was a bow-tie around his neck, which looked comical since there was absolutely nothing else hiding his nudity. And a good portion of that nudity was swinging back and forth between his legs with every step.
"Yes goddess, can I get you something?" the butler asked the woman of the house. The well-built gentleman stood before Dawn in all his glory, hands still folded behind his back, and his hanging penis just a few feet from her gorgeous face.
Stuck in a stupor, Jake couldn't help but look at the man's generous appendage, which hung well past his balls and had a tubular thickness to it that made it seem even more substantial.
'Jesus,' Jake thought to himself, 'that guy's hung like a horse!'
"Sweetie, what would you like?" Dawn asked Jake very casually, acting as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about her butler's nudity.
Jake had still not snapped out of it. He stopped staring at the butler's, uh, equipment, but was still a bit dumbfounded as he looked into the distance.
"Jake? Darling?" Dawn persisted.
"Huh, what?" he answered back, finally regaining some mental composure. "Oh, I'll have a beer - whatever you have. Budweiser, Schlitz, whatever you have is good."
"Very good sir," the butler responded, and elegantly proceeded out of the room, with Jake trying to avoid seeing his swinging appendage, which nonetheless caught his eye once again.
"Oh I can see you're a bit startled by my choice of help," Dawn said with a hearty laugh, so down-to-earth and so sexy all at the same time. "That is Victor. He's a dear."
Jake didn't know what to say. But he had to say something.
"He's uh, he's naked," he said. What else could he say?
"Yes indeed," she said. "And frankly I think he's more comfortable that way, if you know what I mean."
Jake forced himself to laugh, yet he couldn't believe what was happening.
"He's very well endowed," Dawn went on. "Then again, all of my help is, uh, very well-endowed."
"Y-your help? I mean, you have other butlers and so forth?" Jake asked, his heart racing at this point. Never had he been so nervous and uncomfortable yet so turned on at the same time. It was Dawn, and her open appreciation of the male anatomy, that was getting him all worked up.
"Jake, darling, when you have a place like this, you need all the help you can get," she explained. "I have a chef, a gardner, a pool man, two pool men actually, a butler, a bartender, a housekeeper, a cheufer - I have 10 male servants in all. Only I don't like to think of them as servants, but rather - "
"Eye candy?" Jake asked.
Dawn laughed. "One big family," she finished.
Just then Victor returned with the drinks. Jake quickly took his beer and thanked him, and Dawn elegantly took her glass of champagne, lightly slapped Victor on the behind and thanked him for his services. The butler retreated into another room of the house.
"You see ever since the divorce," Dawn began to explain, "I felt I had to liberate myself. I wanted to live out my fantasies and throw everything to the wind."
"So you hired a naked butler?" Jake asked with a laugh.
"Well darling, there is just so little male nudity for us women to enjoy," she said. "Think, when was the last time you even saw a movie that included any male nudity?"
Jake thought for a moment, but then quickly responded.
"If I did, I try to forget," he said laughingly.
"Oh you're not helping," she said with a smile. "But my point is, there is none. Let alone any full-frontal male nudity."
Jake gulped. She was so blunt.
"I needed to create an environment us women could enjoy," she went on. "And since I have the means to do so, why not? Just this evening, there was a naked male servant for almost every woman at the party."
Jake kept drinking his beer, and nodded along with her. But just then it sunk in what she just said.
"So, every male servant in the house is naked?" he asked.
"Naked as the day they were born," was her response, crossing her legs yet again. "All chiseled specimens of male beauty."
She then paused for effect.
"And all very well-endowed."
There was an uncomfortable silence. Jake then laughed out of nervousness.
"Oh sweetie," she said, gently tapping his leg, "I can tell you're like 'how did I end up at this crazy house with this crazy woman?'"
He laughed but politely said "oh no, I think it's great you're so...liberated."
She smiled. She had a great smile.
"Well at the very least you'll have quite a story to tell your wife when you get home," she said, taking the last sip of her champagne.
'Holy Christ. Bonnie,' Jake thought to himself. Could he tell her about this? Would she want to come here? How would he feel with her being around such big men? That were big in more ways than one.
His mind was racing. He needed sleep. It had been such a long, weird day. For a minute he thought maybe he had crashed off the side of the road, blacked out, and this was all just a weird dream.
"Well darling, I must turn in," Dawn announced. "Let me show you to your room for the night. Then tomorrow morning I can give you a lift to the mechanic, and he'll take care of your car."
"I really appreciate that," Jake said.
Just as he walked into the front door of his home, Jake was greeted with a big hug from his wife.
"I was sooooo worried about you," she said, squeezing him tightly. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," he answered. "
The two shared a long kiss and went into the living room to relax.
"So the car is alright?" Bonnie asked. "The car is fine," Jake answered.
He knew he was going to have to tell her. He actually wanted to. He had to share his experience with somebody.
"Sweetie, there's something I have to tell you," he began. "It's nothing bad, just something so weird."
"What is it hon?" she asked, crossing her legs, reminding Jake of Dawn a night earlier. "I didn't stay at a hotel last night. I stayed at a house along the highway - I didn't want to worry you so I lied and told you I was staying at a hotel."
"A house along the highway? Are you okay, nothing happened did it?" she asked.
Jake could sense the tension in his wife's voice.
"No babe, nothing bad happened - I mean I'm not hurt or anything, just...It was just bizarre," he said, putting his hand over his forehead.
"Honey, you're scaring me, what is it?" she asked, putting her arm around him. Married for two years now, Jake and Bonnie never had a conversation like the one they were about to have.
Jake began by simply bursting into laughter. It had finally hit him. He thought of Dawn McKenzie and her mansion and he couldn't help but find the whole thing amusing.
"Sweetie, I go into this woman's house - gorgeous house. A mansion," he began to say.
"Right, right," she replied, listening more intently with every word. She ran her hand through her hair out of nervousness.
"You know, we sit down, I tell her about my car, she says I can stay the night, blah blah blah," the husband went on. "Next thing I know, a butler comes out with drinks."
Bonnie waited with anticipation to hear the rest. She knew something was coming.
"Bonnie, the guy had no clothes on - none," he described. "He was wearing a bow-tie, but nothing else. Stark naked, from head to toe."
"What? Oh my God," she said. She jumped back a bit. She crossed her legs again.
"Babe, the guy was packing," Jake said. "I've never seen anything like what this guy had."
"You mean - ," Bonnie said, too shy to finish the sentence.
"Yeah - he had a huge penis," her husband explained. "Just hanging there, right out in the open."
Suddenly the wife began to enjoy the imagery.
"Wh-what, why was he naked," Bonnie asked.
"She has all these naked male servants," Jake replied. "The butler had a huge penis, I go upstairs, there's a guy cleaning the bedrooms - he had a huge penis. The gardner came in for breakfast the next morning - he had a huge penis. It was like a palace full of big penises."
Bonnie cracked up, and then laughed so heartily her head came down to her husband's lap, almost in a lude fashion.
"You must have been so uncomfortable. I can only imagine being somewhere with a bunch of topless women with huge breasts," she said.
"But sweetie, your breasts are pretty ample," the husband replied, making note of Bonnie's nice rack - C-cups to be exact. "Not that I have a small one or anything, but I don't have anything on these guys. I swear to God I thought I was in the land of make-believe."
The two decided they needed a drink, and Bonnie brought her husband a beer, and a glass of wine for herself.
As Jake gave his lovely wife a foot massage, she laid back on the sofa, relaxing in her sun dress. Jake told Bonnie about the woman's background, and her explanation for living such an eccentric lifestyle.
He described her as a little older than they were, maybe she was in her early 30's or so, with a substantial intellect. He spoke of how one room in the mansion was a library, filled with rows and rows of books.
But of course the most interesting part of the mansion was the wardrobe of the male servants, or lack thereof.
"That is the most outlandish story I've ever heard," Bonnie said with a laugh. "Maybe I'll break down along Route 80 and end up there one day."
The husband went on with the foot massage, rubbing his wife's tiny feet.
"That would be something," he said.
Over the next few weeks, Bonnie acted a little differently around her husband.
They made love more than ever, kissed a lot more throughout the day, and she kept bringing up Jake's little episode at the McKenzie mansion.
She would first joke around about wanting to go there one day for the afternoon. And then it got to the point where she spoke seriously of wanting to meet Dawn, and have tea with her sometime.
And Bonnie's choice of wardrobe was more enticing nowadays, one day wearing a tight white top while washing the car.