CHAPTER ONE
I slam the door behind me with a large sigh. Getting home after a long day I fall onto my bed desperate for peace. I put on some music trying to empty my mind for at least a minute or two. *DING* My phone vibrates in my pocket sending a surprising jolt up my leg. I unlock it and see a message from my deputy manager.
"Fucking seriously? Am I not allowed to have two seconds to myself?" I bellow at my phone. I decide to ignore it. I am tired of dealing with everybody else's issues. I deserve some time to myself. I throw my phone on the bed, and as I do it vibrates again.
"Ok that's it, she needs to let me breathe!" I exclaim to the room grabbing my phone ready to give her a piece of my mind. But as I see the notification, I realise it isn't a message from her, but from someone, I am much more glad to hear from.
"Hey sweet cheeks, looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, I have the whole evening planned out, trust me it's going to be fun!"
Suddenly my mood changes to a much more cheerful aspect.
"Hey, I'm looking forward to seeing you too. What do you have planned for us?" I reply trying not to seem too eager, which I obviously am.
James and I haven't seen each other in over two weeks. I think about him a lot, maybe slightly too much, and he seems too always be naked when I picture him in my mind. In my defence that is how I usually see him.
I kick off my shoes, undress out of my work clothes and unhook my bra giving me that feeling that every woman knows, that just says 'Aaahhh, now I can relax and be me.'
I lie in bed with the feel of my new silk bed sheets on my back, and my phone in my hand waiting for his answer. The sound of Lewis Capaldi's Before you go playing on the TV in the corner of the room. I can tell that the neighbours are home by the smell of the building. Indian people make great neighbours, they make the place smell of roasted cumin and cardamom.
I stare blankly at the small screen in my hand wondering what I will be doing 24 hours from now. Even when I picture James and myself in a public place he is still naked! I close my eyes and visualize his muscular torso covered in small curly dark hairs; his deep sultry eyes staring into mine with that look of envy on his face, and his smooth pale buttocks usually with a red mark in the shape of my hand on top of his long athletic legs. I can feel my envy rising. I have a glimpse of thought on what is in my bedside draw. My hand seems to be naturally approaching my inner thighs. *DING* my phone vibrates falling out of my hand, snapping me back to where I am.
"You will find out tomorrow, you know I hate spoilers!" He replies.
"Oh come on, at least tell me where we are going so I know how to dress." I text back
"We're going to Plymouth, wear something casual and sexy and you will be just fine." He texts back immediately with a winky face, which is by far his favourite emoji.
"You said I look sexy in everything I wear!" I reply with the same winky face.
"And I stand by that opinion! I will pick you up at 6 pm, good night xx"
"Night see you tomorrow x" I answer before putting my phone to charge, and my fingers seem to advance themselves back to my inner thigh.
I close my eyes as my fingers circle my craved clitoris. My thoughts returning to what it is like to feel James' tongue stroking my labia; the way he kisses my legs as he lowers his head towards me, the sensation of his coarse beard scratching my thighs and of course the amazing feeling of the warmth from his breath surrounding my vagina.
I rub my fingers along my slit, feeling my juices pour out of me. I insert two wet fingers splitting the folds of my engorged lips. Imagining them to be James' instead of mine. I hear his voice inside my head, and the way he moans my name while he pleasures me "oh Sarah, oh Sarah cum for me..." I shove as deep as I can, faster every time following the beat of my heart.
I want to cum. With my fingers still inside me, I use my thumb, flicking my clitoris, practically pinching. Finally, I feel the climax flow through my entire body, with the anticipation of what lies with tomorrow's adventure.
CHAPTER TWO
As we turn a corner, James lifts his right arm pointing to the end of the street, "That's where we're going!" he says gleefully.
As I peer to where he is pointing I see it clear as day. An old rusting southern American style farm barn surrounded by people in monster suits; a werewolf with glowing red eyes guarding the front entrance, Frankenstein's monster with an impaled axe in his left shoulder taking people's tickets, and a huge green and black spider in the centre of the front window surrounded by cobwebs.
"A haunted house, really?" I say, with a smile on my face and a slight unease tone to my voice.
"I knew you would be like that! Come on it will be fun!" James answers hopefully.
"You think so? These things are always tacky and predictable."
"I wouldn't know, I have never done one. Which is why I thought we could try it out tonight, even if it ends up being 'tacky and predictable' ( he said in a mocking quote) we will still get a laugh out of it."
"I'm sure we will" I answer seeing the excitement on his face and not wanting it to dissipate.
We approach the entrance hearing the sound of curdling screams coming from what I hope is a sound speaker, the smell of artificial smoke in the air, and a crowd of people trying to get in.
"Hello, don't you look particularly fresh?" says a man in an expensive-looking vampire costume with a creepy voice, which didn't seem to be faked.
"I'm feeling as fresh as a 90's Will Smith" James answers the vampire, evidently thinking his response was funnier than it really was, but I still give him a comforting grin.
"Do you have your tickets, my brave youngsters?"
"Yeah, here you are count," James says putting his hand in his pocket
"Excuse me?" he asked rhetorically, obviously offended.
"Count, as in Count Dracula..." James says raising his eyebrows.
"Oh, of course, my apologies, enter at your own risk," he says, taking the tickets out of James' hand gesturing us towards the entry.
We enter the old hauntingly decorated barn holding each other arm in arm. A sudden flash of memory of last night's excitement comes to my mind as his fingers grabbed mine. The doors shut behind us, instantly there seems to be an uneasy weariness in the air. From the outside, we could see loads of people around us, and now we seem to be alone, very alone.
The only light in the room comes from a few lit candles on the side of the walls. I can smell an odour of iron in the air, the floor under my shoes seems squishy which is oddly disconcerting and I can hear a faint laugh coming from the other end of the room.
"Ok, come on let's move forwards," James says with a smile and if I heard correctly a sense of worry in his voice.
We walk slowly forwards, neither of us sure where to go or what to do. Somehow it seems colder in here than it did outside. Just as I open my mouth to say something a swarm of bats come flying through us, startling the both of us. I feel James' hand grabbing the side of my hip slightly pulling me towards him. Was that instinct meant to protect me or himself I'm not sure?
"Were those real?" I exclaim dubiously.
"No, they can't have been," James answered sceptically, noticeably asking himself the same question.
"Is this thing a maze or do we just go straightforward?"
"Honestly I have no idea when I booked the place I assumed it was going to be cheesy and funny, but my opinion is rapidly changing," he says anxiously.
"Ooh, getting scared are we?"
"Don't be silly woman, I just AAHH!" Suddenly an unusually tall, large chested strong man wearing a Friday the 13th Jason costume jumps at us from nowhere. A machete covered in blood in one hand and grabbing James' shirt by his chest with the other. " Are you ready to die?" he screams in our faces, like a mad man.
We both jump backwards in horror with loud screams coming from the both of us. Jason slowly disappears back into the darkness chuckling, mostly at I assume James' scream that was a lot more feminine than I'm sure he would have liked.
"What were you saying about not being scared?" I tease him.
"Oh please, at this rate we are going to have to buy you new underwear."
"Is that your way of trying to get into my pants? Because if so, you have found better ways in the past."
"And will in the future!" he says taking me by my waist, gently approaching his chest to mine. Our lips draw together, and he kisses me passionately moving his hands slowly up my back; laying one around the back of my neck. I feel the tips of his fingers going through my hair. Simultaneously his tongue embraces my own; I suddenly feel warmer, more relaxed, safer.
Forgetting where we are I place my right hand on his thigh and slowly rise to his crotch. I instantly feel that he has an erection.
"I'm hoping that I'm the one who provoked this and not Jason!" I say grabbing it tightly.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure it was you!" He says going in for another kiss.
"No no, come on we need to move forwards if we are ever going to get out of here," I say putting my finger on his lips.
I step in front of him knowing that he will be admiring my behind. I turn to look at him and yes I was right. I look him in the eyes giving him a wink. An image of his naked body on top of me appears in my mind again. I'm looking forward to going home already.
CHAPTER THREE
