by Celia Styles
Edward mounted his horse and nudged the beast into a slow trot. I waited for him to pass then followed his lead. The mare was happy to follow the other horse without much persuasion, allowing me the chance to view the estate as we rode. By noon we had reached the far side of the lake and were following a well-worn trail through the lush green woodland. The wind had died down and it had begun to grow hot, so the shade beneath the leafy canopy was a pleasant respite. Even here it was apparent that the land had been meticulously maintained. Low hanging branches had been trimmed away and the cut wood had been stacked neatly here and there, awaiting collection. Despite the obvious human touch on the forest, it was still busy with life. We even sighted a deer grazing cautiously in the distance.
My stomach growled and I realized that I had not thought to bring anything to eat. Even if we turned back now, it would still be at least an hour till we could get back to the house. Edward was riding a few yards ahead, as the trail was not wide enough to ride side-by-side. We were now passing close to the lake shore, where willow trees and reeds crowded the water’s edge. A short way ahead, nestled among the deciduous trees, a small log cabin came into view.
“Time for lunch!” announced Edward, as we arrived outside the tiny house.
Edward sprang from his saddle and deftly secured the reins of our horses to a rail, below which a watering trough had been built. Edward helped me down from my saddle, and I followed him around through a small garden of wild flowers and herbs, towards the front of the cottage. Here, on the lake-ward side of the cottage, there was a low porch. A wicker-work table and chairs were arranged beneath the shade with a view through the trees and across the lake. A small jetty protruded into the water, I remembered seeing it from the mansion the day before, but the house had been hidden beneath the trees.
Passing through the carved oak door, we enter the house. Inside the décor was cozy, but indulgent. Overstuffed red-leather sofas surrounded a thick, ottoman rug, which lay before finely worked, granite fireplace. Beyond the small lounge there was a compact, hardwood and quartz-marble kitchenette. A steep set of stairs ran along the opposite wall, up to a small mezzanine bedroom had been fitted between the rafters. Tired from the ride, I collapsed in a sofa and watched as Edward prepared a plate of cheese, meat and biscuits from the cabin's small fridge. Depositing the food on the coffee table – a polished two-foot thick slice of a great tree – he returned quickly to the kitchen and poured us each a glass of sweet rosé. I was famished, and had already begun tucking into the impromptu feast by the time he returned.
“Hungry?” he asked wryly, as I bit into my third cracker, stacked high with honeyed ham and strong cheddar.
“Mmhmm,” I managed, and took a sip of wine. “I guess I worked up quite an appetite yesterday.”
More than that, I thought to myself. Until then I had heard, but never believed, how good sex could be, and now I knew it to be far better than I had imagined. At least, it was with Edward. I took another swig of wine, I knew what I needed, and I was going to take it.
“...and I'm still hungry,” I told him. Standing up from my chair, I pulled free the laces of my blouse, baring my breasts.
“We don't have time. My Aunt...” he protested, but with little conviction.
“I don't care,” I replied, and slowly pulled down the zipped of his pants.
Edward sighed with pleasure as I slowly slipped the swollen head of his already-firm cock into my hungry mouth, then shivered as I ran my tongue around its edge. Looking up, I saw Edward roll his head back against the rest of the chair. His cock and body shivered with pleasure as I swallow him down deep, then slowly pulled back, again and again, faster and deeper each time. His face flushed with agonizing ecstasy. It was surprisingly easy to take his cock deep in my throat from this position, and his reaction to my effort was somehow causing my body to react too. I could feel the warm, tingling sensation burning between my thighs. The haze of lust grew thicker in my mind, as my instincts began to take control of my thoughts. Hastily, I stripped my pants off, over my boots, and straddled over his cock.
Absently, a part of my brain wondered if it had gotten bigger since yesterday, and how the hell I was going to fit it inside of me. Fortunately, the rest of my brain ignored the thought. Despite my pussy being thoroughly soaked in anticipation of his huge cock, I doubted whether I could take him without his help. Slowly, I forced myself down onto him, guiding him into me with one hand. The tip of his cock was big, I gasped as it began to squeeze into me. Finally, the head of his cock slipped inside, slowly followed by the rest of his thick shaft. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his hard, warm flesh penetrating me, filling me completely.
For a moment I couldn't move, impaled on his huge phallus as my body shook with the first waves of pleasure. Then slowly grew used to the fullness and I began to ride him, slowly at first, then harder and deeper. Edward held my hips as I rode, but I did not want his help, I wanted to take him. Dominate him. I grabbed him by the wrists and held them down above his head. All the while, I rode his stiff cock, pushing it deep with each thrust. Finally, I came, wave after shivering wave. Some animal instinct caused me to bite into the firm muscles of his chest. I felt him cum, the warmth of it spreading inside me. Each pulse of his cock sent further shivers tingling through my nerves.
I lay atop of him awhile, catching my breath, until finally I had the strength to rise. There was a sore, red bite mark on his lightly haired chest.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, kissing the wound gently.
“I barely noticed,” he laughed, “and actually, I kinda liked it.”
“Me too,” I replied, pulling myself free of his cock. I smiled, “but I guess you noticed that...”
“Mmhhmm...” he replied, with an impish grin.
Edward then rose from the coach and kissed me softly. His hand lingered awhile on my rump, and he took my nipple gently in his mouth.
“Hey! Careful, or we'll have to do it again,” I teased.
Edward laughed, then firmly spanked my buttocks, “and I certainly wouldn't object, but we should get back before my Aunt gets any more suspicious of us.”
Our horses fed and watered, we followed the trail as it continued around the lake, emerging from the forest on the eastern side of the house. The earlier breeze had calmed, and the air was still and pleasantly warm. The sky was clear but hazy. The rolling meadows and forests were bathed in an amber glow as the sun passed its zenith and began to sink slowly towards the horizon.
“I'm not sure we can get away with that again tomorrow,” said Edward, nodding towards the veranda at the top of the hill.
Following his gaze I saw the silhouette of Mildred, her form distinct even at this distance in her heavy, dated, black-lace dress.
“Yea,” I replied, remorsefully.
We arrived at the stables a short while later. I helped Edward groom the horses and stow away their tack. We worked in silence, each lost in thought.
“I know,” said Edward, as we walked together up the winding stairs towards the house. “Tomorrow night, just after midnight, meet me down by the jetty, we can row across to the cabin, or sail if there is a breeze.”
“Sounds romantic,” I replied. “It's a shame we have to sneak around, although it is quite exciting.”
Edward was about to reply and then stopped. Ahead, the aunt was now sitting outside the house, near the top of the stairs. We walked past her in silence, the tension in the air felt palpable. It was a relief to finally enter the house, though I now dreaded the evening meal, where we would have to face her accusatory gaze once again. I pushed the thoughts from my mind. Just ignore her, I told myself, there is far too much good stuff happening in my life right now to let some sour crone ruin it for me.
It was still a couple of hours until dinner when I got back to my room, so I decided to have a long bath to relax my aching muscle from the day's riding. And not just from the horse riding, I reminded myself, smiling. I thought back to the sex in the cabin, where the undisc
overed dominant side of my nature had exposed itself. Perhaps it was Edward's easy going nature that had given me the confidence to be who I wanted to be. Either way, I was enjoying my newfound confidence as much as the sex. Tomorrow night seemed too far away...
VII
Dinner that night passed uneventfully. Thankfully the Aunt had kept to herself for most of the meal, participating only in some small talk about the weather and such. Edward and I too kept our conversation to a minimum, perhaps scared that our closeness would be revealed if we talked.
Once we had eaten Edward had decided to go out to meet some of his friends from his Polo team, so I decided to watch the stars come out on the veranda with a glass of wine. A short while later I heard footsteps approach from the house.
“Enjoying yourself?” It was the Aunt.
“Err... Yes, thank you,” I answered, surprised. “It's a nice night.”
“Don't think I can't see what you’re up to,” she sneered.
“I'm sure I don't know wh...” I began.
“Don't play innocent with me, you little trollop. Your mother may have gotten her claws into my Nephew, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let you worm your way into Edward's affections.” Mildred bent closer towards me, she smelled of lavender and disinfectant. “People like you need to know your place. You're the granddaughter of a second-rate actress. You don't belong in this family.”
“Now, look here,” I retorted angrily, struggling to keep my voice level. “I don't know what you think you know, but it is none of your business either way...”
“Things that happen in my family are my business, and I'm not letting Edward get involved with a strumpet like you. I won't warn you again...” said Mildred coldly. She stared at me for a moment, letting the threat sink in, then walked silently away – like a Nosferatu slinking into the shadows.
The encounter had made me angry, but there was nothing I could do about it at that time. Edward was away, and I could not raise the subject with anyone else, for fear of prompting some awkward questions. I retreated to my room with the last half of a bottle of wine, and found a mindless movie to distract myself. The old woman had scared me, if I was honest with myself. What Edward's suspicions were true, and she was capable of far worse than harsh words... A chill ran down my spine, and I decided to double check whether I had locked the door, I had.
With the aid of the wine, I soon fell asleep, although my dreams were restless and full of lurking terrors.
*****
I was still tired the following day, so stayed in bed until almost noon. Finally feeling somewhat rested, I showered and went downstairs for breakfast, hoping to avoid Mildred. Fortunately, the malicious Aunt was not present and I was able to enjoy my belated breakfast in peace on the veranda. There was also no sign of Edward, in the house or in the fields below. I desperately wanted to tell him about the conversation I'd had with his Aunt the night before. We had exchanged phone numbers the day before, but it was not something that I wanted to talk about over the phone.
As I thought about the situation, a message came through on my phone; it was Edward. He said that his friends had talked him into going to the Casinos at Atlantic City last night, so he would not be back until later that evening. He added that he would still make our 'rendezvous', and was looking forward to it.
The hours seemed to drag by that day. The minutes and seconds slowly ticking away – ever closer to our next carnal liaison. I could barely stand the anticipation. I attempted to distract myself by catching up on some reading and sunbathing, but my mind kept turning to fantasies of the night to come.
Edward had not arrived home by dinner time. I could not bare to face an awkward dinner without him under the disapproving scrutiny of his Aunt, so I feigned sickness and took dinner alone in my room. The evening was warm, so I sat on the balcony and watched the full moon rise over the distant horizon. Stars began to wink into being across the clear sky; far more than I was used to seeing in the suburbs.
Despite the pleasantness of the night, time still passed by painfully slow. Eventually, an age later, midnight was just a few minutes away. The house was dark and quiet as I carefully made my way outside. I dared not use a torch to find my way down the steps, which wound down the hill and through the trees to the stable. Fortunately just enough moonlight penetrated the thick canopy for me to traverse the cut-stone steps safely.
Finally I reached the shore of the lake. Its surface glittered like mercury under the silvery moonlight. The jetty lay a short way ahead, both dinghies still tied up beside it. There was still no sign of Edward. I would have been angry if he did not show, to say the least.
Still cautious that I could be observed under the bright light of the moon, I crept cautiously towards the boats. Suddenly a figure rose from the hull of the nearest boat. My heart skipped a beat.
“Hey Sandra!” whispered Edward.
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and waved to him. Quickly I went to the boat. He offered me his hand and helped me in. Half-stepping, half-falling, I entered the wooden boat, fearful that I would fall right over the edge as it rocked beneath our weight. Edward laughed under his breath and, with a strong arm around my waist, guided me towards a faux-leather seat near the bow.
“Look's like there's a bit of a breeze tonight,” he whispered. “I guess we can sail across the lake.”
Edward took a large, wooden board and fitted it into a narrow box which rose from the boat's hull.
“What's that?” I asked, curiously; I had never sailed before, and certainly not in a tiny boat by moonlight. Though I trusted Edward, I realized, and was not worried.
“It's the center-board,” he replied, fastening the wood in place with a couple of metal bolts. “It stops the wind from tipping us over and helps the boat stay in a straight line.”
With the center-board now in place, Edward unfastened the mooring lines and pushed the small boat gently away from the jetty.
“Okay, we're set to sail! Don't worry, it'll be a smooth ride with this light breeze.”
Edward took a line from the base of the small mast, and pulled a white, triangular sail free from where it had been furled at the bow. Almost instantly the air filled the small sail and the boat began to spin. Edward turned the tiller, and the rudder caught the water. Slowly, the dinghy began to move forward, gaining speed, until it felt like they were almost skipping over the water. Though I guess we were barely moving faster than a brisk walking pace, it felt very fast. Low and close to the water, in the dark beneath the stars. I trailed my fingers in the warm water, the stars sparkled upon its dark, swirling surface, glistening under the moonlight like crystal-flecked, liquid obsidian.
Soon the jetty was visible ahead, protruding into the lake from the dark mass of trees which lined the far shore. Edward dropped the sails well before we had reached the shore, coasting the boat in on its momentum alone. As we neared, he took a line from the bow, and in one movement released the tiller and sprung onto the jetty, quickly securing the line to a post, then doing the same with a second line to the stern.
With a bow, and a flourish, he offered me his hand. I laughed and took it, stepping up to the jetty where he caught me in his arms, kissing me passionately.
Taking my hand, Edward led me up the wooded trail and soon we came to the cabin, illuminated here and there by shafts of bright moonlight. We entered and Edward went about the room lighting a half dozen candles and a small storm lantern which hung beside the cabin's carved wooden bed piled deep with sumptuous furs and velvet pillows.
Edward began kissing my neck, his hands caressing my breast. Tugging free the buttons of my blouse, he took my nipple in his mouth. Warmth spread between my thighs and my knees grew weak. Suddenly I heard a distant, but distinct splash; like something large hitting the surface of the lake.
“What was that?” I asked, startled.
“Don't worry, probably just one of the big carp in the lake, they get excited in the full-moon,” replied Edward, his hand reaching b
eneath my skirt.
My hand strayed to his crotch, the soft cotton stretched tight over his firm cock.
“They're not the only one, I notice,” I teased him, as I unzipped his pants.
Edward’s trousers dropped to the floor and his cock sprung free. Playfully I flicked the smooth, hard tip as it throbbed and bounced. Then, gripping the base firmly, I took it slowly into my mouth. I loved the way he moaned as I did so, growing louder – and harder – the more I sucked.
Suddenly Edward scooped me up in his strong arms and laid me down on the soft furs of the bed. Slinging my ankles behind his neck, he slowly lowered himself into me. The position allowed him to sink even deeper than he had before. I gasped as the final inch slipped inside, the dull pain washed away by waves of pleasurable fullness, as he slowly began to move inside.
Harder and faster he rode me, each thrust sending a shock of sensation tingling through my nerves, the warm tension of my climax growing deep inside, spreading down my limbs, to the tips of my fingers and toes. I screamed with pleasure as the first waves of climax washed through me, digging my nails hard into Edwards muscled back and buttocks. Edward growled, his body going stiff. With a shiver, and a few deep, final thrusts, he came deep inside me. I freed my ankles, allowing him to collapse on top of me. We lay there for awhile, gasping for breath, his firm, warm cock still inside of me.
The silver moonlight shone down across us, through the panes of the bay window. I must have drifted off for a moment, because the next thing I remembered was Edward waking me gently, speaking softly, “Sandra, we should go before sunrise, in case anyone is up early.”
It was still a few hours until dawn, but already there was a faint, violet glow on the eastern horizon. The moon had now set, and it was now much darker than it had been on the way over. Though, it was still possible to see the outline of the mansion against the sky and the shadows of the buildings below.