Shadows Over Bramblewood Ch 03

LUCY

"...I didn't think it was possible to have that many orgasms in one day. I felt like I was going insane."

I rolled my eyes and stared out the window as Brianna drove through town. She'd been babbling non-stop for almost an hour about all the amazing sex she'd had with this attorney, and I was starting to get really angry with her.

"...I thought I'd get some sleep, but then I kept waking up and wanting more. I couldn't help myself. He kept me at a sexual boil for hours and hours, fingering me, eating me, fucking me with his huge..."

"Okay, stop! Just...stop!"

Brianna looked at me in stunned silence. It was probably the first time I'd ever really yelled at her.

"You hurt Daniel," I said. "You know that, right? You've been with him for three months, and then all of a sudden you break up with him through a text? He's a nice guy, Bri. He deserved better than that. I don't care how good the sex is with this...lawyer." I wrinkled my nose with disgust at that last word.

Brianna bit her lip, her expression tormented. "You don't understand," she said quietly.

"No, I don't. I came here thinking we could spend some time together. Then you disappear for a whole day, because all of a sudden you're obsessed with this new guy? It's not like you, Bri." I sighed. This visit was starting to feel like a big mistake.

"I'm sorry, Lucy," she said. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. This thing with Henry - it just came out of the blue. I know the timing is awful - I want us to have fun while you're here, I really do." Her eyes grew hazy for a moment. "But the way Henry makes me feel - I can't stop thinking about him. I know it sounds crazy, but...I think I'm in love with him."

After one day with him? She wasn't in love; she was in lust. I had to stop myself from pointing out how ridiculous it was. Brianna was one of my oldest friends, and I didn't want to ruin our visit by complaining about her new boy-toy. Nor did I want her to rave about her amazing sex marathon anymore. "Wow, that's..." Insane?

She glanced over at me, waiting.

I blew out a breath. "It's really sudden, but...it sounds like you've really connected with him." Or at least with his dick.

The rest of the drive passed in uneasy silence. Fortunately, it didn't take too long to get there.

When I got my first glimpse of the mansion, my jaw dropped. "Oh my God, Bri...you weren't kidding. That place looks like a legit haunted house." To call it a house was laughable - the place looked more like a castle, perched high up on a craggy bluff overlooking the sea. With all its steep spires and gables, the place looked ominous and forbidding.

Brianna nodded. "Blackwood Manor. It even sounds creepy."

"And the woman who lived here..."

"Miranda Blackwood. She died last month. There were always rumors about her, that she was some kind of witch who had murdered her husbands - stuff like that. I always thought she was just a miserable old woman who kept mostly to herself."

"In a place like that...no wonder there were stories about her."

Brianna drove up the winding road to the front gates and parked the car. I got out and took a moment to survey the dark gray walls, the brooding windows. "Are you sure it's okay for me to be here?"

"It's fine. I'm just here to start taking an inventory of everything. I thought you might like to take a look, since this is your kind of thing. But just remember - if you find any books, papers..."

"...I'll give them to you immediately. You've told me a hundred times already, Bri."

"I know, it's just...Henry was very insistent about that."

"Okay, I promise," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now let's go and see if we can find some ghosts."

* * * * *

The house felt like a tomb. Old, silent and neglected. But there was something here, I could feel it, like a whisper of wind through dead leaves. While Brianna set up her laptop computer in the main hall and started cataloging its contents, I climbed the grand staircase. It felt strangely familiar, as if I'd been here before.

I wandered deeper into the house, strolling through dimly lit hallways, past portraits glowering from ages past. There were cobwebs everywhere, and I wondered if they had been here even before Miranda died. As if she had neglected the house and its upkeep. I could picture her drifting through the silent, empty space like a ghost, just as I was doing right now.

And then, with just the faintest shadow of a sound, someone called my name.

It wasn't Brianna. I could still hear her back in the cavernous foyer, tapping at the computer and taking pictures with her phone. But if not her, then...who? I felt a shiver race up and down my arms.

I thought about fleeing back to the main hall, but I didn't. Something was drawing me onward, deeper into the mansion.

There was a door at the end of the hall. I approached it quietly, almost dreading what was inside.

* * * * *

ALAN

As I suspected, there were several text messages and missed calls from Jessica. She said that she hoped I was okay, that she missed me, and that she wanted to know when I'd be back. And then there was the email with the subject line, "Open me when you're somewhere private."

After leaving Finch's office, I grabbed some lunch, then got my things from the inn and took a cab up to the old house.

It was early afternoon when I got there. The sun was bright in the sky overhead, but that failed to dispel the sullen gloom of the old mansion. It had never been a happy place - at least not after my father died. Now it looked almost ominous - as if it were angry that its mistress was gone and sought to threaten any interlopers.

But this was my home now, for as long as I wanted it. Or needed it, rather, since I would never actually want this place - only the money its sale would bring. I certainly didn't want to stay here any longer than I had to.

After I got myself settled in my old room, I lay down on the bed and opened Jessica's message. It was a link to a lengthy video, which began with her smiling at me in her usual sweet, seductive way.

"Hey, Alan. I'm really sorry you had to leave. I know it's only been two days, but I miss you. A lot. In fact, I wanted to show you how much."

She slowly angled the camera down, revealing a black lingerie bra that made a stunning contrast with her light blonde hair. "I'm wearing this for you, Alan. It makes me feel sexy. Like I want to do things to myself, and have you watch. Will you watch me, Alan?"

As if I could stop watching. Here she was, tempting me from miles away, keeping me on her hook. She moved the camera over her body, as if giving me a tour of the places I liked to visit most. My cock was stirring, growing...wanting.

"I like how you can see my nipples through the lace. Can you see them, Alan? Can you see how they're already swollen? I get that way when I'm thinking about you. Sometimes...I just have to touch them."

I couldn't help it - I hurriedly shoved my pants down, freeing my erection. It was strong now, and my fingers encircled the rigid flesh as I watched Jessica toy with her nipples through the bra.

"Oh, Alan," she sighed. I wish you were here right now. If you were here, I'd want you to suck on my tits. It makes me so fucking horny when you do that. What about you, Alan? Are you horny right now?"

I started to move my hand up and down. It felt so good, I gave a quiet moan as I watched her undo the clasp and tug the bra off. She brought a finger to her mouth, smiling coyly as she sucked it for a moment, then brushed it against her stiff nipple.

"Because I want you to be horny, Alan. I want you to be horny for me. I want you to think about kissing me and sucking my tits, until you can't help but stroke that hard dick of yours." She was pinching both of her tits now, tugging and twisting. "I hope you're doing that right now, Alan. I hope you're masturbating to me."

"I am," I said breathlessly, as if she could hear me. My hand slid up and down, slowly, methodically, wanting to prolong the pleasure. She had me so hot, I knew I wouldn't last very long. There was already a dribble of clear fluid leaking from the tip as I watched her flick her taut nipples with her fingertips.

"You know what I would do if you were here with me, Alan? I'd take off my panties. Like this." I watched, practically salivating, as she tugged them off, sliding them down her shapely legs. "Then I'd open up my thighs, like this." I stroked myself faster, my heart pounding excitedly as she showed me her beautiful, enticing vagina. "I'd want you inside me, Alan. I'd want to feel your hot prick, filling me up. I'd want you to fuck me."

Oh, God, how I wanted to! I wanted to call her right now, tell her I was booking the next train back to the city. I wanted to be in that bed with her, my body covering hers, my cock poised to invade her eager sex. My hand was gliding up and down my firm shaft, smearing precum all over the swollen head.

Jessica now had a vibrator nestled against her moist slit. "You see what you do to me, Alan?" she moaned. "You've made a mess of me. Just thinking about you and your hard cock, it turns me into this horny slut. And I wish you were here right now, so you could fuck this horny slut. Oh God, Alan...just talking like this...I'm gonna come soon..." She bit her lip, nuzzling the vibrator against her clit. "Your horny slut is coming...watch me come, Alan...watch me as I..."

I was jacking off like a maniac now, my hand eagerly pumping my engorged dick. There was no more restraint; the orgasm was on its way. I was going to spill my cum, watching this beautiful, sexy woman unravel.

But as she started to groan and squirm, I realized I wasn't alone.

* * * * *

LUCY

The last thing I expected to see when I peeked through the partially opened door was the man from my dream, the man from the train. I didn't believe my eyes at first. How could it be him? What was he doing here, in this creepy old house? But there he was, sitting up in the bed, his back against the headboard, looking intently at his phone.

And then, without warning, he yanked his pants down.

I stifled a gasp. That was the moment I should have turned away. I should have fled back to Brianna and told her we weren't alone here.

Instead, I just kept watching him - or more specifically, his penis. Now that it was free, it twitched and bobbed like it had a life of its own. As the seconds ticked by, it grew and lengthened until it was poking straight up in the air. In response, I felt a familiar swirl of heat in my lower belly. I was getting horny, spying on a nearly-naked guy who had practically yelled at me two days ago for staring at him. This was wrong, wrong, wrong.

Then he put his hand on his cock. Oh, God, he was going to masturbate! I couldn't just stand here and watch him do this. But the way his hand was moving over that rigid flesh - I couldn't look away. I found myself wishing it could be my hand, stroking that thick cock, my thumb brushing the bulbous tip. My heart was beating faster now, and my pussy was sending out hungry signals, heedless of the fact that this was NOT the time to start touching myself.

But I did it anyway. Watching this gorgeous man pleasure himself was erotically fascinating, and my body was reacting. I slid my hand down into my skirt, into my panties, finding my eager little pussy. A warm, tingling wave of lust swam through me as I started rubbing myself, and I had to suppress a groan of pleasure. Was I going crazy? This was impossibly foolish and indecent. But my face felt hot, my nipples were tightening, and I couldn't stop myself.

The man was stroking his proud cock slowly, methodically. Would he fuck me like that? Just slow, patient thrusts, in and out, over and over again, making me wet and horny like I was now. In my dreams, he had been an amazing lover, inciting a lust in me that was stronger than I had ever known. I'd masturbated several times, thinking about that dream, about him.

And now here he was, in the flesh. I felt a wild, reckless urge to just open the door wide, march toward him, and take off my clothes. I wanted to kiss that mouth, put my hands on his broad chest, and grind myself against him. Maybe this was my dream coming true, in this decrepit old mansion overlooking the sea. Maybe we would become lovers after all.

He groaned, and I had to stop myself from groaning along with him. We were both getting close. And wrong as it was, there was no way for me to stop now. I wanted to watch him come, to see the look on his face as his cock erupted. Just thinking about it was spurring my lust to new heights, and I diddled myself faster, my mouth hanging open. I was on the brink of orgasm, and I silently willed him to pump himself faster, to groan and spurt his cock cream.

Just then, he looked right at me. His eyes widened in surprise, and I saw him look down to where my hand was lodged inside my panties. "You!" he cried, a single syllable that poured a bucket of ice-cold dread down my neck.

I think I might have shrieked a little. "Oh...um...sorry!" I grimace-smiled, quickly yanking my hand free. Without thinking, I turned and sprinted back down the hallway.

I was in a full-blown panic by the time I reached the main hall. "Brianna, we have to go! Now!!"

"But..."

"I'll explain later. Let's GO!"

(to be continued...)