A streak of blue ripped open the sky; a crack of thunder shook the ground, as Cammie made her way thought the tangle of weeds that used to be a front walk. She glanced down at her watch in the next flash of lightning.
"DAMN IT! It's after midnight already!" She stooped to untangle her heel, "I hope there is electricity." As she stood, the sky opened up and sheets of icy needles began to prick her skin.
"DAMN IT!"
Cammie began to run toward a dark, imposing, old house. Tripping and falling she made her way up the rotted, unstable front steps. The wooden porch groaned with each of her high heeled steps, as she made her way to the double French doors. With her skin muddy and blue form the cold and her teeth chattering, she managed to unlock one of the doors. Feeling around the inside, she blindly searched for a light switch. Cammie's searching fingers found one; Click: nothing; Click: Click!
A warm trail of tears began snaking their way down her cold muddy cheeks.
Cammie's trip from Chicago had taken a lot longer than she had anticipated. She had gotten to this little town of Carmichael after dark. On impulse, Cammie had decided to check out her newly inherited ancestral home; even though it was after dark, and the weather had decided to get harry. She hadn't, however, expected not to be able to pull her old, beat up, rusted out, Chevy into the driveway. Cammie was not one to give up; she decided to hoof it.
"And now it's after midnight, I am wet, cold, tired, and hungry." She mused out loud, her voice echoing in the too dark entry way. "I am sure that all the motels in this STUPID little town are closed for the night, and there is NO FUCKING ELECTRICITY!"
From the darkest corner, deep with in the recess of the house, It watched; naked lust in Its eyes. It could smell her; perfume, woman, and rain. She was wearing a skirt so short, It could almost see her young pussy, a blouse so flimsy, her nipples were clearly visible. It watched them jiggle when she stopped her high heeled feet, feeling himself hardened.
"I must posses her!" It growled through unseen lips, "I will taste of her flesh, and drink from her juices. She will be mine!"
It began creeping closer to the woman still standing by the front doors.
Cammie stood there, wondering what she should do. "It's too dark to see anything, and too wet to back to the car. Guess I am stuck in this creepy old house all night. I had better get my head out of my ass, and find candles or something so I can at least find a place to sleep." She gave a dramatic sigh.
A flash of lightning so brilliant the whole entrance way was lit for a split second showed her, that not even two feet from her there was an old fashioned candelabrum. She dug around in her purse until she found her lighter, and using her hands on the walls she felt her way over to it. "Thank God there are still candles in it." Cammie was just too damn tired to explore. All she wanted to do was find a decently clean room with a non-infested bed.
It had slunk deep into the shadows when she had lit the branch of candles. Now it watched, invisible mouth drooling, as she made her way up stairs. Each step she took made It that much hornier. Its cock was so hard it was painful. "Climb you little bitch, wiggle that pert little ass!"
Cammie made her way to the second floor. She opened the first door she came to, brandishing the branch of tapers in front of her, she peeked inside. "Oh my Gawd," She exclaimed, "This is so beautiful!"
The room was huge. The walls were papered with pale, nearly white roses. On one wall was the biggest fireplace she had ever seen, complete with a huge stack of wood. Opposite from the fireplace was a four poster bed, so tall she figured she would need a step. The bed was covered with white chintz and linen so soft, it felt like silk. "I have died and gone to heaven!" Cammie found the bathroom, and filled the sink with the bottled water she carried with her. "Well it's not hot, but at least it's clean." She stripped down and began washing up, admiring herself in the gilt mirror. High pert breasts, with pink nipples, trim waist (almost a six pack of abs) "I am so glad I bought that bow flex. MMM girl, you look sooo good!" Cammie smiled, and began washing her clean shaven pussy with tender loving care. Her fingers found her happy button and began rubbing slowly, enjoying the tingling feeling she always got when she played with herself in front of a mirror.
