Bernie snored contentedly, having fallen lightly asleep on his couch, while watching a bootlegged porn movie. Suddenly, a knock on the door awoke him with a start.
-“Who could it be this late at night?” Bernie said, as he wiped the drool off his chin, and he tasted the sulfur in his mouth. Over indulgence and too much drinking earlier during his birthday celebration, had left him with a massive hangover.
The full moon illuminated the living room, as Bernie edged closer to the front door, and asked: -“Who goes there this late at night?”
A sensual female voice responded: -“Oh, dear sir, I have a flat tire on my car; and I have never - ever changed one! I don’t even have a flashlight! Won’t you be so kind as to let me in from the glacial cold? I am sure that my brother can come to help me change it when it’s daylight, as he works all night as a security guard.
Could I please come in from the penetrating cold for a few hours?” The soft and sensual voice, helplessly pleaded.
Bernie was a little embarrassed, which is why he hesitated a bit to open the door. Not only was his little house a mess, but he sported a lingering hard-on. He had meant to masturbate, but sleep had flirted with him on and off for a few minutes.
He thought that it would be best for his hard-on to subside, so he stalled for time. –“Listen lady, if you go back to your car, I will join you there in a little while. I will take with me my flashlight, and I will change the tire myself. Where are you parked?”
-“Oh thank you kind sir, but you see, I do not have the tools needed to change it, nor a good replacement tire. It is a special fit. I am sure that my big brother will take me to shop for a new one that is the proper fit, when he ends his shift.
Won’t you please let me in? I might die of hypothermia if you leave me out in the cold tonight! I will do anything to get out of this frigid cold!”
-“Anything? Like anything at all?” Quickly Bernie opened his door ajar a few inches. The full moon darkened her visage; yet from the silhouette of her form, covered with a shawl, Bernie could make out the statuesque length of a tall, shapely female with two enormous….feet.
-"Yes, anything at all. I will even...blow you, if you promise to buy me a new tire." The woman said, short of breath.
She must be horny Bernie thought as his other head pulsed to attention. He did not consider any ulterior motives coming from this Amazon female with the seductive voice. Since she was in such a bind and cold to boot, perhaps she needed some warmth. –“So, I guess you could come in. I can serve you some wine to thaw you from the cold.”
Bernie smiled to himself as he walked to the wine rack. He intended to warm her up and loosen her inhibitions before daylight.
Unfortunately, Bernie did not reach the cup board before the wolf shed his disguise to pounce on Bernie, and to sink his fangs on his jugular.
To be continued...
Photograph by Kurt Freundlinger
