It was said that the Manor housed all sorts of inhabitants, from actors to accountants to clothing designers, as well as its own janitorial, kitchen and gardening staff to facilitate its remote location. There were no rumours in EdgeVille, Montana that held fast, however, much to the frustration of a group of socialites in the prestigious little cliff-side town. People stayed at the Manor for indiscernible intervals, the reason for which remaining unknown to all but said inhabitants.
Situated beautifully in the center of rolling hills that were surrounded by forests on all but one side, the mysterious house was by no means a neglected or otherwise dilapidated or spooky structure. It was beautifully designed; white paneling with dark blue trim adorned the Victorian-style mansion, complete with balustrades and balconies for each bedroom, three floors and four wings of spacious living for a number of regular and temporary visitors.
It was on a glorious, early Montana morning that the first unusual event of the summer occurred. A very curious young woman, a socialite from EdgeVille, had braved the surrounding forest and possible discovery for the rare opportunity to get a glimpse of what was really happening there. Eva, an otherwise very talkative, outgoing and confident young woman, was nervously and stealthily approaching the Manor, in fear of discovery but unable to suppress her curiosity, burning to know more about its contents and activities.
Having made her way around the house on tiptoe to see as much as possible of the interior of the rooms, Eva was gratified to finally be looking into a bedroom. The other rooms on the ground floor appeared to be sitting rooms, a bit old-fashioned for her taste, looking as if the original layout and style of the place had been preserved. Frowning slightly, pursing her lips in concentration, and blocking her own reflection to see into the space between the heavy curtains, she gasped at what she saw. In the midst of a large four-poster bed covered with white bedding, lay a young man, obviously naked, and even more obviously aroused, his upper body covered by a down comforter and his lower body sporting evidence of his sexual desire. A golden head and bronzed torso appeared suddenly, rising up from the bed, and she ducked, silently pleading with the universe that she wouldn't be discovered, becoming EdgeVille's first Peeping Tomesse, so to speak.
After what seemed like enough time to risk another glimpse into the room, Eva slowly raised herself up again, eye-level with the bed, cautiously checking that the young man was occupied and hadn't seen her there. She needn't have worried. The bronzed torso was laying across the bed now, the golden head turned away from the window, the long, lean legs draped over the side of the bed. His hands were moving, one caressing his chest slowly, while the other was stroking his penis, engulfing it in his hand, moving between his legs as his hips lifted up, revealing the shiny head of his arousal as it reared up from his groin.
Eva made a strangled sound in her throat as she witnessed this, her entire body blushing in reaction. As she ducked down again in alarm and looked around to make sure that no one had heard her, she thought she saw a slight movement out of the corner of her eye. Panic at being caught warred with the need to keep watching, and she carefully moved back up, bracing herself on the wall underneath the window as she eagerly refocused her gaze. She suppressed a moan as she watched the golden boy stroke his erection, seeing the red tip glisten with moisture as he tightly squeezed his fingers along his shaft, his hips bucking upwards, the muscles in his arms and legs tightly outlined as he strained towards completion. She watched his hands as if mesmerized; her mouth, having gone dry earlier from the fear of discovery, now flooded with moisture as desire flowed through her. She watched his fingers trailing up his stomach and fondling his nipples, pulling at them, rolling the small buds, and she felt her own nipples tighten and harden in response.
"Well, well." The voice in her ear was accompanied by strong hands around her waist. The shriek that would have alerted the young man she was watching was lodged in her throat as she was slammed back against a hard, unyielding chest, then further stifled by a hand around her neck. She was silenced and pinioned, her thundering heart pounding in her ears.
"What have we here?" The rich, deep voice was obviously amused, and Eva turned crimson, trying to turn in his unrelenting grasp.
"Such a lovely view, my dear." The voice was definitely mocking her, his words holding a double meaning as his other hand cupped a breast and squeezed. Eva gasped, fully intending to speak, but pressure on her windpipe stilled her.
