It was dark, and eerie night. The wind was blowing in heavy gusts. In the distance you could hear thunder rolling over the hills. The moon had a blue haze over it, but the sky was black, and looked like it was getting ready to open and pour rain every where. She has been driving a long time, and she was getting tried, hungry, and in need of a bath.
For the last hour the car has been acting funny, and now the last few miles the car started spitting, and sputtering. She looked out the window, hoping to see a house with lights on. Just as she thought she spotted one in the distance the car dead. She let it roll till it stop.
She pushed open the door, and step out. The wind was whipping her hair into her face, as she pushed it out of her face, and looked around. She saw a dim light threw the trees. Thinking there must be a driveway up the road a little bit. Grabbing her overnight bag, and purse she set off down the road to find it.
It was hard walking in this, and she could have swore she had walked over mile. She was getting really tried walking, then out of no where there was the gate. She rang the bell, but nothing. She steps back, and looked up, and up. The gate opened.
Once inside the gates they closed in a loud clang. She jumps, and screamed. Then she got angry with herself for nothing. As she cleared the trees and started up the hill she could swear she had seen a man on top a horse on the other hill to the side of the house.
Standing at the massive doors, she banged, pulled on the knocker hoping someone was home. The door open and an old lady stood there motioning her to come in. Behind her was an older looking gentleman walking towards them.
"Thank you Mrs. Boro." he said, touching her shoulder.
"Come we have been expecting you my Dear." he turned and said to her.
She was not given any time to say anything, so she followed him into the main parlor. He told her to take a seat that the Master would be down soon to see her. He picked up her overnight bag, and took her coat, and left the room.
He knocks on his Masters door. When he was given permission to enter he open the door.
"Master, she is in the parlor waiting for you." he said, bowing as he step back out of the room.
He smiled, turning from the fire and, started for the door. Then he turned and took the secret passage way that connected his bedroom, main parlor, and the other bedroom. At the painting that hung on the wall in the parlor, he stopped and lifted the eyes and saw her standing by the windows looking out.
Quietly he slip into the room and stood watching her, then went over to the doors. Standing in front of them.
"Hello,Welcome Miss Bell, how are you this fine night My Dear?" he asked, walking towards her.
She jumps at the unexpected deep voice of the man walking towards her now. He seems very tall, kind of handsome with his long black hair. He took her hand and kissed the top. As he raised his face to her, she took a shock. He had a scar from his eye down under his shirt collar.
"Please forgive me for being slow, but I have walked a long way, my car ended up in a ditch when something ran out in front of me. I am ok, just tried, and hungry. And what did the other man mean when he said I was expected?" she said, asking him a question.
"I told him we would be having company. I saw you when I was out riding my land earlier." he said with a throaty laugh.
He took her hand, and open the french doors. They took a slow walk around the small garden of wonderful smelling flowers. Under the canopy of Lily's, he pressed her against the rough wall, and lean in a place a soft kiss on her lips.
"Mmmmm, beautiful, sexy, and soon...." he said softly.
She could feel his hard length pressed against her as he kissed her. Her hands touched his chest, she could his fast beating heart. Slowly her hands slid down his chest as he pulled her tighter to him, and his mouth touched hers.
Her mind flips flops, her body melted into his. His hands cupped her ass pressing her against his crotch, lifting her, so she rubbed against his hard length.
A knock on the door pulled them apart. He yelled yes, and the old man open the door telling them dinner was served. He put her hand on his elbow and they walked into the dining Hall. He pulled out a chair for her at one end of the table. Then he walked to the other end and sat down.
Trays after trays of food were brought in. She looked around the room when she notice the paintings. They were very erotic in nature. Young nude girls in various positions of sexual acts. The men had the look of pure ecstasy on their faces.
One painting held her attention the most. The man in it was dressed in clothes from the 1700's, she thought. Kneeling in front of him was a young nude girl with long brown hair. Her hand was gripping what looked like a huge, hard looking cock. But it was the mans face that held her attention. He looked just like the man at the other end of the table.
Before she could say anything, the man thank his cook for a great dinner and walked down to her. She took his hand and together they walked around the house. As they turned down another Hall way he stop.
