A Very English Accident

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The accident wasn’t her fault, it was all but impossible to avoid – the ice would have been invisible in daylight, much less in the dark, and adding in the snow which made the journey along the remote road like they were traveling at warp speed, it was inevitable that there would be an accident.In the moment before she lost control of the car Jessica had been picturing reaching home and her wife Trish. Her daydream had involved their first kiss as she walked through the door, and how that kiss would have lead to biting lips and nipping flesh, clothes being removed frantically on the way to the bedroom, knickers being pulled down and legs being spread. The image of Trish’s face disappearing between her splayed legs made Jessica move in her seat and grip the steering wheel a little harder. The thought of Trish’s scent on her neck as she ground her pussy against Jess’ thigh, faster and harder until she climaxed, leaving them both a sweaty mess on the bed.And as the car began to spin on the ice she wondered if she would ever see her again.Dean, her colleague at the all-girls boarding school where they worked, had pressed his foot to the floor on an invisible brake when the car started to spin but the only sound he made was, ‘shit’, hissed through clenched teeth.The car ended its three hundred and sixty-degree spin at a steep angle with the passenger tires in the ditch at the side of the road, partially submerged in the drifting snow.It had taken the two of them several minutes to extricate themselves from their seatbelts and then the car, but when they were standing on the snow covered road in the near pitch dark the seriousness of their situation became apparent – the temperature dropping by the minute, the wind blowing the heavy snow into their faces, soaking their clothes.‘Okay,’ Dean said, looking around in the dark, ‘I think we could be in trouble here.’‘I’m sorry,’ Jessica said, looking at the car. ‘I just didn’t see the ice.’‘It’s not your fault. You weren’t even going that fast,’ Dean replied, pushing his hands into his trouser pockets. ‘But I do think we need to find somewhere to shelter. It’s only five o’clock and it’s only going to get colder.’‘I think you’re right. Shall we get our luggage from the boot?’Dean nodded, walking to the back of the car. ‘I can’t open it, I think the impact has jammed it shut.’‘Okay,’ Jessica said. ‘Any idea which direction we should head? I don’t remember seeing any buildings since we got this far onto the moor.’Dean looked across the desolate countryside. ‘If I remember correctly from the last time I did this journey there’s a pub about a mile in that direction.’ He pointed into the distance and Jessica peered into the darkness, trying to see a telltale light. ‘Do you think we’ll be able to walk that far?’ she asked.‘Yeah, we should be fine,’ Dean replied sounding more confident than he felt.‘And you’re sure it’s that way?’‘Yes. Can you see that dark mass in the sky over there?’ Jessica nodded but was not entirely convinced about what she was seeing. ‘That’s Granite Tor, and it’s directly behind a pub.’‘Okay,’ Jessica said, etimesgut escort pushing her long auburn hair out of her face only for the wind to whip it back. ‘Let’s go before we freeze to death.’***‘So how long have you worked at the school?’ Dean asked, turning his face toward Jessica to stop his words from being blown away. They had been walking across the uneven moorland for about ten minutes and hadn’t spoken.‘Just over two years,’ she replied, raising her voice to be heard. ‘You?’‘About the same. You must have started just before me.’‘How do you like it?’ Jessica asked.‘Yeah, it’s good. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about living on school grounds but it’s okay. It’s weird that we’ve never talked before. I’ve seen you around but we’ve never really crossed paths.’‘I know what you mean. But I bet you’re wishing you hadn’t agreed to share a hire car with me now.’Dean shrugged. ‘Like I said, it wasn’t you’re fault. It wouldn’t have mattered who was driving, I still think we’d have crashed.’‘Maybe, but I worry that I wasn’t paying attention. I was thinking about seeing my wife.’ Jessica tried to pull her collar around her neck, but she could already feel the snow had gone down inside her coat and was soaking her t-shirt beneath.‘How long have you been married?’ Dean asked.‘Three years in June.’Dean was about to reply when a gust of wind blasted snow into their faces. Jessica staggered backwards, sitting down heavily, the snow on the sodden grass soaking into her jeans. Dean reached out a hand and she pulled herself up.‘Thank you,’ Jessica said, brushing snow off her coat and jeans. ‘I’m soaked.’‘Don’t worry, we should be there soon,’ Dean replied peering into the darkness and leading the way across the moorland.‘I don’t see you around school much,’ Jessica said, catching up to him.‘It’s probably because we’re in different departments. I’m science and you’re history aren’t you?’‘That’s right, how boring of me,’ Jess laughed.‘Not at all. You coach netball as well, don’t you?’‘Yes, for my sins.’ Jess laughed again.‘Don’t you enjoy it?’ Dean asked, squinting through the snow at her.‘I do, but it’s hard work. The hardest part is keeping those young male teaching assistants away from the changing rooms after training.’‘Really?’ Dean asked, looking over at her.‘You look shocked, but I guess you can’t blame them, there’s a lot of sweaty eighteen-year-old boobs in that gym block.’‘I never really thought about that,’ Dean replied thoughtfully.‘Really? You work in an all-female boarding school and you didn’t think about them in the showers?’‘I mean, I suppose I’m aware that there are a lot of teenage girls there, but I think I’ve tried to block out that kind of thing.’‘So you haven’t noticed that as the year goes on the skirts get shorter and the blouses get tighter?’Dean laughed. ‘Yeah, if I’m honest, I’ve probably noticed that.’‘Hmm,’ Jessica said, glancing suspiciously up at him. ‘I’m sure you have. But you realise that the skirts aren’t getting shorter and the blouses aren’t getting tighter – it’s their legs getting longer and their eryaman escort boobs getting bigger. Eighteen-year-old girls tend to get growth spurts. And if you said you hadn’t noticed how gorgeous some of them are, I’d call you a liar.’Dean laughed, nodding, picturing some of the young women he taught.‘Is that a light over there?’ Jessica’s voice pulled him from his day dream of nubile young ladies walking around in school uniforms.‘Where?’ he asked, looking in the direction she was pointing.Through the driving snow he could just make out a faint glow of a window. ‘Yes, that’s it. The Slaughtered Lamb.’Jessica’s head snapped round to look at him. ‘The what?’ she exclaimed, images of countless horror movies coming to mind.Dean laughed, ‘That’s just what I call it. Like from An American Werewolf in London. It’s really The White Hart, or something like that.’Jess looked at him uneasily and he tried to push from his mind how pretty she was, despite her long auburn hair being drenched and stuck to her face. ‘C’mon, let’s get inside.’The temperature as they stepped through the pub door was a marked improvement to outside, but walking into a cave would have been warmer than being out in the snow. The flames from an open fire reflected off the low ceiling, but it was the lines of sheets hanging across the room that first caught their attention. At first, Jessica thought they’d had some kind of leak and were drying countless amounts of bedding, but she quickly realised that what she was looking at were small cubicles the owners had sectioned off by hanging sheets on ropes strung from wall to wall, and in amongst them people were talking in hushed tones.Jess turned to look at Dean, starting to shiver.‘C’mon,’ he said, looking down at her. ‘Let’s find the landlord.’ But before he could take a step a short woman, as wide as she was tall, in a kitchen apron appeared from between the walls of sheets.‘I thought I heard the door,’ she said, bustling toward them, a warm smile on her face. She stopped to take them in. ‘Oh, look at you two poor dears, you’re soaked to the skin and freezing. Come on, let’s get you sorted out.’Dean went to thank her, but she was already turning and pushing her way through the village of sheets.‘This way. As you can see, we’re quite busy,’ she laughed. ‘All our rooms were already full before the blizzard hit, but a coach broke down just down the road and the party came here.’ Her broad local accent made her sound comforting to the pair and Jess’ spirits were starting to lift despite how cold and wet she was.‘So all we could do was use the spare bedding and sheets to make these rooms down here. Luckily we’d had a delivery of new mattresses ready for our refurbishment so you should be quite comfortable.’‘Thank you so much,’ Dean said. ‘We really appreciate it.’‘No problem, my dears. I’ll get you in your room,’ – she laughed at the word. ‘And then I’ll get you some nice hot stew and hot drinks. We have tea, coffee and hot chocolate.’She pushed one of the sheets aside and ushered them into the small square, just big enough sincan escort to house the double mattress that was neatly made up in the floor.The pair looked at each other, the realization of their living situation for the night dawning on them.‘You were lucky,’ the landlady was saying. ‘This is our last one. Anyone else arrives and they’ll be out in the dog kennel.’ She looked at them both. ‘Of course the dog isn’t out there, he’s curled up by the fire.’‘Um, Mrs -,’ Jess began, ‘we’re not -.’But she wasn’t listening, too busy bustling around and handing them a large cloth bag. ‘Now, here’s a laundry sack. There’s a pen, a piece of paper, and a safety pin inside. You put your clothes in there, write your names on the paper and pin it to the sack and leave it outside here. And while you’re doing that I’ll get you two nice big bowls of stew, some lovely crusty bread and two nice hot cups of tea.’‘But Mrs -, um,’ Jess started again. ‘You see, we’re not -.’‘Now my dears, don’t you worry about paying me tonight, we can take care of that in the morning. You haven’t even got proper rooms and I can see you don’t have bags so we’ll say it’s my good deed for the day.’ And then she was gone, disappeared into the corridors of sheets outside.Jess and Dean looked at each other. ‘So this could be awkward,’ Dean said, looking around their tiny room as if trying to find a place for some privacy.Jess nodded. ‘Yes, but I’m freezing so I need to get these clothes off and get under the duvet.’Dean looked at her.‘Well turn around then,’ she said.Dean shook his head as if coming out of a day dream. ‘Right, yes. Of course. Sorry, I’m just a bit – yes, this is going to be awkward.’Jess nodded but reached for the buttons on her coat. ‘Yes, but you telling my wife and family that I died of hypothermia will be more awkward so I’m getting undressed. Don’t look.’Dean turned his back, a little annoyed at the implication that he might watch his pretty colleague get undressed, trying to push the images of what her lithe body might look like out of his mind. ‘I won’t,’ he said, then as an afterthought, ‘and you don’t look either.’Jess huffed. ‘I’m not going to look. I’m gay, remember.’Dean shook his head and started to unbutton his coat, realizing just how cold and wet he was. Behind him he could hear Jess undressing.‘Oh, I’m so cold,’ she moaned. ‘It hurts to move. Everything is so wet.’ Dean closed his eyes as he pulled off his shirt and t-shirt. They weren’t as wet as his jeans but he found that he was holding off removing them for as long as he could.‘Oh, even my bra and knickers are wet,’ Jess was saying behind him. ‘I can’t keep them on, they’re freezing. Just make sure you don’t turn around.’‘Yes, okay,’ Dean replied, a little annoyed.‘Knock, knock.’ the landlady said from outside their cubicle. ‘I’m back with your supper.’Jess gave a little gasp. ‘Could you get that?’ she said. ‘I’m naked.’Dean rolled his eyes at the image, his hand about to unbutton his jeans. ‘Just a second,’ he called out. Stepping over to the join between the two sheets which served as a door he opened it a couple of inches. Outside stood the landlady holding a tray with two steaming bowls of stew, bread and tea. She smiled broadly at him. ‘There you are my loves,’ she said. ‘You enjoy. And when you’re ready you just put that laundry bag out here and I’ll get it dried and put back by the morning.’

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