"The Swan" was quite this evening, but that was how they preferred it. The peace and quiet of the small village was one of the reasons that Toni and Jules had chosen it as the centre for their walking holiday here in North Yorkshire. Working in the hustle and bustle world of London for forty four weeks of the year they liked to spend at least one week where they could escape the rush, the noise and the pollution of the capital, and fill their lungs with clean fresh air and just relax. And anyway, this was how they had envisaged England to be before they had transferred over from the States to work here.
As is always the case two attractive, and seemingly unattached, women were bound to attract the attention of the local young stags. Or at least that was how they saw themselves. To Toni and Jules they were just chancers the like of which you would find in any pub or bar. But John and Andy weren't bad company, they were quite good fun, and it did help to wile away the evening.
"More drinks girls?" Andy asked as he rose from his stool waving his empty glass.
The girls looked at one another. They had already had three, and they knew what the boys had planned for later. Jules looked up at Andy and nodded.
"Why not, we'll have the same again please."
As Andy and John made their way between the table to the bar, Jules could see them grinning.
Toni gripped her arm and she once more turned to face her.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Oh don't worry, they're only boys, we'll be fine."
Jules seldom had time for boys, those like Andy and John in their mid-twenties, and as did Toni, she preferred her men to be more mature, more attentive. The boys weren't unattractive she thought, pretty fit to look at in fact, but their manner made them so transparent.
"And this walk they propose we take?"
"Why not, it could be fun, a little walk in a haunted wood." Toni just shook her head, but then she was used to Jules and her idea of fun.
Toni was already feeling slightly light headed, but she cast her mind back to the part in the conversation where this walk of theirs had been mentioned. So John had told them, the wood up on the hill above the church was haunted, and on nights such as tonight, if you were quiet you could see eerie lights amongst the trees, and witness ghosts and spirits dancing. She had shrugged and smiled, but Jules, ever the one for a laugh had agreed that they should go. Now it seemed there was no backing out, and to make matters worse she was beginning to feel drunk. She knew for a fact what the boys had in mind, and it wasn't lights and dancing, unless you counted dancing of the horizontal kind.
And so it was that an hour later, with the sun beginning to set, the quartet left through the back door of the pub, followed by the 'knowing' looks, and smirks, of the regulars.
With John and Andy in the lead the girls followed them across the lawned garden to the small gate at the far side. Tony held it open for them, and ushered them through onto the small grassed pathway beyond. Turning right they began their accent of the small hill. Toni could almost feel the guys eyes boring into her ass, feel them slowly undressing her.
Just what had she let herself in for? Jules just laughed, tossing her hair as she flicked frequent glances back over her shoulder at the grinning faces behind them.
The rays of the setting sun cast a deep red light over the trees of the wood as they drew ever closer. Toni jumped as she heard the hoot of the first owl they were to hear that night. Jules put her arm around her waist for re-assurance, and they entered the fringe of the wood.
"We'll lead girls," Andy offered, "we wouldn't want you to get into any trouble now would we? He shared a conspiratory wink with John, and they started to make their way deeper into the trees.
"Are you sure about this Jules?" Toni asked her friend.
"It's fine, look." Jules reached into the pocket of her thin jacket and pulled out a torch.
"See if we get lost we have a light, and if they try anything. I'll just belt them with it."
They were laughing as they followed behind along the track, watching as the boys rounded a curve ahead of them and vanished from sight. As the girls reached the place where they had seen John and Andy disappear from sight they starred into the shadowy gloom. Nothing. There was no sign of them.
"Here we go," Toni said turning towards Jules, "the start of their idea of fun. Just you wait, when we've gone about ten yards they'll leap out from the bushes, shouting Boo! or some such, and wait for us to fall into their arms in shock."
"Yeah," Jules chuckled as she nodded her agreement, "but they're in for a disappointment aren't they. Come on."
They carried on along the narrow path, their eyes scanning the thick bushes at either side, the silver moonlight casting strange shadows. Ten, twenty, thirty yards they walked, but there was no sign of the guys.
"Twit Tawoo." An owls hoot broke the silence, and Jules fell back in surprise, only to vanish from Toni's sight into the bushes.
"Are you all right?" Toni asked as she pushed through the gap that Jules had left as she fell.
"Will you look at this?" Was the surprised sounding reply she received. Toni pushed further through, and gasped open mouthed. Rather than trees and undergrowth as she expected, she stood at the edge of a grass carpeted glade. But that was not all, for towards the far side stood a thatched cottage with roughcut wooden walls, which looked like something from a fairy tale. Light flickered in the square cut windows, and above the thatched roof, smoke spiralled skyward from the short brick chimney.
"Do you think those two went there?" She asked pointed across the grass in the direction of the unexpected dwelling.
"Only one way to find out, let's go and ask." Jules suggested, and set off without waiting for a reply.
As they made there way across the glade a light rain began to fall from the cloudless sky. They quickened their pace and rapidly covered the distance, to stand before the oak front door. Jules raised her hand, and knocked twice. As she did so, the heavens seemed to open, and it was as if a bath full of water had been tipped on top of them. The door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a broad shouldered middle aged man. He stood back, beckoning them inside.
"Come in, come in, you're soaked. This is no night to be wandering the woods half naked as you are." His deep baritone voice inviting them in. They didn't wait to be asked twice, and hurried inside, and out of the rain.
The door entered directly into, what must have been the main living area. It was perhaps fifteen feet square, with a stone built open fire place in the centre of the opposite wall. Logs were blazing, and a slight smell of pine filled the air. Looking back to where he stood, closing the door behind them, the two girls blinked in slight surprise, glanced at one another, then back towards their host.
As they had seen when he had opened the door, he was a man of middle age, and quite broad across the chest. What they hadn't immediately noticed was how he was dressed. He looked like a character from an old storybook or movie. His upper body was covered by a white loose fitting smock type top, which was secured loosely around his neck by a cloth chord. His trousers were of black wool, and were so tight it looked as if they had been painted on, clinging tightly to his firm buttocks. "Mmm." Jule's quietly moaned appreciatively.
As her turned to face them, their eyes automatically dropped to his groin. They weren't to be disappointed, and their eyes opened wider, as they saw that the front, was as tight fitting, if not more so, than the back. They could see the shape of his large cock, where it was held in place against the inside of his right thigh, and his balls caught tight between his legs.
As he moved towards them they looked up. "What brings you to my glade on a night like this young ladies, and so scantily attired also?" He spread his arms, gesturing questioningly up and down.
"Well,,," Jules started hesitantly, "well, it was a fine evening when we set out, not a cloud in the sky, and we were" she emphasised the word, "suitably attired, as you put it, for the time of year. As to how we came to be here, I don't rightly know. I tripped and fell through some bushes, and we spotted your cottage. We wondered if two friends of ours might have come this way. It was only as we crossed the grass that it started to rain."
He looked from Jules to Toni then back again, doubt written clearly on his face.
"As to your friends, well I have seen no strangers here for many a long day, and as for the weather, it has been raining here for most of the day. Either way, I can see you shivering, so please, move and stand by the fire to warm yourselves." So saying, he shepherded them across the room.
"You're fortunate," he told them, "for I was just about to take a bath before retiring for the night, and I would not have heard your knock. Now though it seems that perhaps your need is greater than mine. If you stay, dressed and wet as you are, you will surely catch a chill. Please, the bath is yours." He indicated a door at the right hand side of the room.
They could see light shining from a crack at the base of the door, and conferred briefly, They were indeed chilled, and offering their thanks, moved to where he had pointed, and pushed open the door.
In the centre of he room was a large steaming tub, large enough to accommodate the two of them, and about another half dozen more. The warmth and most of the light in the room came from a large fire at the far end of the room, where logs crackled as they burnt producing the same sweet smell of pine. Around the bath candles had been placed, adding to the light. They quickly stripped off their wet clothes, climbed the two steps, and sank into the warm petal covered water.
"Aah!!" that's better Jules said as she lay back, "this feels good."
"Is everything to your liking ladies?" the huntsman voice sounded loudly. Surprised, for they had not heard him enter, their heads turned at the sound, and they sank further under the water, even though he was not looking in their direction. Instead he had picked up their clothes from where they had let them fall, and was hanging them neatly over a dryer placed to the side of the fire.
"Fine thank you." They said in unison.
