I was driving up country to visit my Grandma. I hadn't seen her in person for a while. She was fairly tech savvy but on our video calls she kept begging me to visit her. So, one Friday afternoon I finished college early to go stay with her for a weekend.
"Which direction are you driving, Seren?" my Grandma asked on the phone.
"I'm coming up the motorway, Grandma. The country roads take too long. I always get stuck behind a lorry." We laughed.
When I got into my car and tapped in Grandma's address, my sat nav only gave me the option to go through the rolling hills and countryside. Knowing the route anyway, I decided to drive the motorway and wait for the sat nav to reroute itself. My sat nav did not reroute itself to the motorway.
Passing the junction for the country route, my sat nav only rerouted me to turn off at the next junction on the motorway, adding another thirty minutes to my journey. It seemed insistent on me driving the country route.
"Dumb sat nav!" I moaned.
I again ignored the next turn off and the sat nav finally rerouted itself to take me up the motorway to Grandma's. Two miles in, however, the voice on the sat nav told me the route had been recalculated due to heavy traffic on the motorway.
"For fucks sake!" I moaned again and accepted I'd have to take the next turning off and go through the countryside after all. It was if it knew all along.
The country drive was always calming and beautifully scenic when I wasn't in a hurry to get somewhere, a Friday afternoon wasn't the time to be enjoying scenic drives. I wished Grandma lived closer.
An hour into my country drive I began to become aroused for no reason. This was not unusual for me. My libido had a tendency to come out at the most inappropriate of times and locations. I'd masturbated whilst driving many times before, but not whilst driving up and down hills and around sharp bends with death drops only a couple of metres to the side of me.
Heading towards a vast open space of fields, my arousal seriously intensified. My instincts were also drawing my attention to something in the distance. It looked like an ordinary large farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, but every time I tried to concentrate on the road, my attention was being pulled towards the farmhouse in the distance on my left.
I shook my head and turned the radio up, but the radio started having interference. I looked at my phone and the signal was completely dead. Then things got really strange, the electronics in my car started flashing all sorts of warning lights, but the car was still fully functional. It didn't breakdown and cut out or feel any different as I continued driving.
Glancing at the farmhouse as I drove closer towards it, my clit and nipples began tingling in tune with each other. I seriously needed to pull over to touch myself, but the bare thread of control I had, prevented me from doing so, despite my body crying out for sexual release.
Suddenly, I was approaching the turn off for the farmhouse. Without realising it, I had pulled in just before the turn off and stopped the car. Did I just consciously do that? I wasn't convinced I did.
I got out of my car and stared across the few hundred metres between me and the farmhouse. It looked ordinary. I mean, the owner looked wealthy. The farmhouse was big and modern looking, as if it had been renovated with a lot of money spent on it. The kind of property you look at and think, "I bet that costs a couple of mil."
It had to be a working farm. I could see sheep and cows in the surrounding fields. A couple of tractors parked up in an open barn beside the farmhouse, and there was another barn beside where the tractors were stationed. That area in particular seemed to be calling to me.
It wasn't open like the other barn. I couldn't see anything other than a normal farm barn used for storage. For a good few minutes I couldn't take my eyes off it. Standing beside my car on the side of the road, close to the track leading to the farmhouse, I realised I was rubbing my crotch through my jeans whilst caressing a breast through my t-shirt.
Suddenly snapping out of the bizarre, horny trance, I felt frightened and quickly climbed back into my car. I didn't even look for traffic coming up behind me. I carelessly pulled off and drove away from the farmhouse as fast as I could.
That experience haunted me for the rest of the journey to Grandma's. My libido calmed down and I was no longer unexplainably aroused, but the confused fear remained.
At Grandma's I was welcomed as always with a nice hot meal and some homemade cake. I then spent the evening sat with her in front of the fireplace sipping on chamomile tea.
"You look troubled, Seren?" Grandma suggested.
I was. My experience near the farmhouse was still on my mind. "I'm ok, Grandma. I just had a long drive to get here." I lied.
"Traffic?"
"Yeah, problems on the motorway, so I had to come up the country way."
"Oh, really? I was keeping an eye on the traffic updates. You know how worried I get when you or your parents travel up to see me. I didn't hear of any troubles on the road."
I frowned, slightly confused. "Um, sat nav rerouted me because of heavy traffic on the motorway. It added two hours onto my journey if I stayed on the motorway?"
"That's strange," Grandma mused. "The updates kept saying there were no issues on the motorway."
"Strange indeed," I then mused, wondering if my sat nav issues were related in some strange way to my experience with the farmhouse, and that barn in particular. "It doesn't matter. I'm here now."
Grandma and I talked for a couple of hours before we both became tired. Too much chamomile tea. At 10pm we called it a night and I slipped into bed for a relaxing sleep.
A couple of hours into my sleep I shot up in bed panting breathlessly. My body temperature was sky high and I was sweating like I'd just finished a run. The duvet was on the floor beside the bed and I was naked. My sleep shirt and shorts were beside me on the bed. I must have removed them while I slept.
I looked down at my body. Had I been masturbating in my sleep? My pussy was wet and tingly and my nipples were hard and sensitive. I also had a vivid image of myself coming out of that barn back at the farmhouse, but I couldn't visualise anything else. Did I see in my dream what is inside that barn? If I did I couldn't remember anything about it.
With my body cooling down, I slipped my sleepwear back on and hid under the duvet. I didn't get much more sleep that night.
The next morning I woke up and joined Grandma for breakfast. She'd made me scrambled eggs on toast. When I picked up the salt and pepper shakers I suddenly became aroused. For a moment it felt like I was holding and twisting my hands around a stiff cock. I jumped and dropped the salt shaker.
"Are you ok, Seren?"
