by Powerone
The cleaning crew didn’t clean the other rooms as well as the master suite, figuring she could only sleep in one of them. The house must have been grand in its day, but now, it was ramshackle. It would take a lot to make it livable, but nothing could bring back the olden days. It started to get dark as Faith went downstairs. She began to close the drapes, but by the time she was done, she was covered with a thin layer of dust and cobwebs. She wasn’t that hungry, so she decided to take a bath to get rid of the filth. It would feel good; Faith began to smell rank like the house.
She walked up the creaky stairways as she held onto the banister but unsure that was even safe. The tiles beneath her feet moved as she shifted her weight. Each time she climbed to the top of the stairs, she was thankful that she made it. Faith hoped that once she started exploring the house, she could find another way to the second floor.
Her closet was neat and orderly, all of her clothes hung up, especially the period clothes she had brought. She shopped many Internet sites to find what she was looking for and hoped that Michael would approve of them. The dresser held her underwear, along with the garter belts and the dozen pairs of nylons. They were hard to find and expensive, but they’d be worth it. Not only did they look sexy, they made her feel sexy. She took out the white chemise, sexy but not revealing. She’d save the baby doll pajamas for a special night when she wanted to be real naughty, just like she was when she was seventeen and had boys in her father’s bed.
She turned on the light as she walked into the bathroom. The blinds were down but not all the way. She turned on the water but let it run down the drain for a minute until it became clear, the pipes were rusted. She put the plug in and the water started to rise. She turned it on hotter until a faint cloud of steam began to rise up. She reached over the bathtub and pulled the blinds down. It hesitated for a second, and then, it released, Faith stopped when it hit the windowsill. The top of the bathtub was the same height as the window sill. She turned to the sink to wash her face while the water filled up with the fragrant smell of violets from the bath soaps she’d put in the water.
“EEEEEHH!” She screamed out. She turned around suddenly, scared by the loud noise. Her body shook in fear until she saw the window shade moving at the top of the window. It had suddenly released to shoot up to the top with a loud boom. She wiped the soap from her face and returned to the tub. She turned off the water, the tub filled with a layer of soap bubbles that covered the top. She reached over to pull the shade down. She yanked it hard. The end of it was suddenly in her hand, ripped apart from the rest of it. It fell into the tub. Faith reached down and pulled the dirty shade out of the water. She looked at the rest of it, only about two inches hung down from the top. It had rotted over the years from the moisture in the bathroom. She looked out the window, unable to see anything. She wiped the steam from the window until she pressed her face close against the glass so she could see out. It was pitch black, not a light seen anywhere. She couldn’t believe the night was this dark, not like the city. About the only thing that would see her would be an occasional owl, and she was okay with that. Nothing would help the shade now, so she was resigned to taking a bath with the shade up. A little exhibitionism for the owls wasn’t a bad trade off, though she doubted she’d grow aroused at such exhibitionism.
The window stayed dark, Jessie wondered if the stranger had lied to him to get him to do his favor. He jumped when he heard the noise, a muffled sound behind the window, then the bright light shone out into the night. He moved closer but pulled back when he saw a hand clean the window from the inside, and then, the beautiful woman’s face was pressed up against the glass. She peered out. Her face disappeared, Jessie able to see clearly inside. She looked up at the broken blind. How had the stranger known this would happen? Jessie grew excited as she walked away from the window and went to the sink. He couldn’t believe how bright and clear it was in the bathroom. She was going about getting ready as though no one watched. He rubbed his growing erection as he stared at her. If she only knew that he was a couple of feet from her window.
She went back to finish washing her face and stood back from the mirror. She turned and looked at her reflection in the window. There was nothing to worry about; it was pitch black out there. She grabbed a towel from the cabinet and laid it on the edge of the sink where she could reach it.
She began to unbutton her flannel shirt; the buttons popped open with ease. She slid if off her shoulders and down her arms, and she threw it into the hamper. She stood up straight; her firm breasts ached to be released from the confines of the bra. She rather enjoyed when they were free. Tomorrow, she would only wear a chemise, no bra. She could already feel her nipples grow excited; the thought of what she’d do aroused her. She reached behind her back to unsnap the bra. She held it against her breasts as she slowly slid the straps off her shoulders. She didn’t understand why she undressed so slowly, almost as if she stripped for a man. Am I wishing that Michael was around and interested? She knew that he was key to the success of her article. She needed him to appear to her. Appear and much more. She wanted to see if he was as good as his reputation. The bra slid off her breasts, Faith let the fragile garment entice her nipples as it slid over them. They tingled all the way between her legs. She stood there to face the window, naked to the waist. She could feel unseen eyes burn on her naked flesh, causing a faint blush to come her skin.
He’d never seen a grown woman naked, not like this. He couldn’t believe it, but it was as though she posed for him, her full breasts naked. He never saw anything as erotic and beautiful. Her breasts were big and firm, the areolas a deep brown, nipples pointed and hardened as if he’d aroused her. He could almost feel them in his fingers as he tightened on them to feel the blood pound to the tips. He wet his lips, wanting so bad to suck one of them, draw it deep into his mouth and show her how excited he could make her. He stroked his cock through his pants. Unable to contain his lust, he slid his zipper down almost silently. He reached in and took out his cock, not even the cold night air could make his erection go away.
Her hand went to the waistband of her jeans, the snap opened, and the zipper slid down to break the silence in the room. Her white panties were revealed. Their low cut left a wide expanse of her abdomen bare. She had trimmed her bush before she came. She preferred a small patch of hair to being completely shorn. She hoped the spirits would appreciate her efforts. In their time, it wasn’t common for a woman to shave her mound completely bald. She had to shimmy her hips from side to side to peel her panties off her body, and she felt sexy as she did it. Her breasts hung down and gently swayed from side to side as she pulled the jeans off her feet. She folded them neatly. She felt dampness between her legs. Why am I getting excited?
She had full hips, but Jessie’s eyes were drawn to the fragile, white panties that did more to entice than cover her body. They were cut low, so low that he could almost make out a few strands of brown pubic hair stick out the top of the waistband. They were pulled tight across her mound, able to make out the prominent lips of her pussy. Jessie stroked his naked cock faster as he imagined what she would look like once she stripped naked for him.
Her hand slid over her belly and touched her mound. She pressed her fingers harder until her panties were pushed between the lips of her pussy. She spread her legs wider as her fingers ran up and down her slit and felt the wetness that her fingers produced. Why am I so aroused? Is it the expectation, or is it the house? Her hand slipped into her panties and found her wet opening; one finger rode up and down her oily slit. She couldn’t stop her hips from beginning to move as she rode her fingers. Stop! She tried to take a bath and masturbated instead. Her fingers pulled out of her panties but grabbed the waistband. She quickly stripped them from her body to kick them over into the corner. Her body felt flushed as she stared out into the blackness of the night and she felt as though someone watched her. She looked down; her hands coyly covered her mound as if someone did stare. She moved her hands away to reveal her
pussy. She spread her legs wider as if she knew that no one watched or maybe she hoped someone did.
He was so close to the window, almost afraid he would fall off the roof. He could see her pussy so clearly. Her bush was brown, but it looked so fine, neatly cut as if her bush pointed for anyone to look lower. He could make out her slit so graphically, full, puffy lips. She spread her legs. He wished she’d run her fingers through her slit so he could see her insides. He saw her leg go up over the edge of the bathtub and caught a brief glimpse of pink flesh before she stepped into the tub. In seconds, her naked body was gone, only her head peeked out. Jessie continued to rub his cock as he watched her.
The hot water felt good as her naked body sank below the surface. She lay back and closed her eyes to enjoy the feelings that raced through her body. It was five minutes before she got enough energy to wash herself, but she surprised herself when she stood up in the tub. She faced the window, naked. She grabbed a washcloth and the soap and began to wash her body, starting with her breasts. She loved the tingle in her nipples when the washcloth raced over them and felt them pucker up and turn hard. She washed both of them until her nipples ached. She moved the washcloth down her belly. She put one foot up on the edge of the tub and pushed out her leg until her pussy opened up. She felt this devilish tingle between her legs as she exposed herself. Is this what it will be like for Michael? She couldn’t see him outside, but she hoped that he watched her. Her soapy fingers peeled back her pussy lips to glide up and down her slit. Her fingertip came to her clit to rub it gently back and forth, her legs spread open wider as the pleasure raced through her body.
It surprised Jessie when she got up. All of a sudden, her naked body was revealed to him again in all of its splendor. In a second, she began to wash her naked body as if she did if for his pleasure. She rubbed her breasts and nipples, as Jessie wanted to do, until her nipples were like hard pebbles and begged to be squeezed hard. This time, she opened up her pussy to him when she put her leg high up the edge of the bathtub. Her full pussy lips split open so Jessie could gaze in awe at her pink insides. He’d never seen a woman’s pussy so up close and personal. Then, she began to masturbate. Her eyes were half closed as she looked out the window, but her fingers moved up and down her slit. He saw more; her lips pushed back with her fingers as they moved up and down until he saw it. It was her clit, her pleasure button. Her fingers sought it out until it began to swell up. It was like a tiny cock, the more she stroked it, the bigger it got. Jessie wished he were between her legs. He would love to lick her pussy and taste her juices. She’d learn of the pleasure that he could give her. When her clit was huge, her fingers moved down, lower this time. Then, her middle finger disappeared to slip between her lips and go inside her.
It felt so good when her finger slipped inside her pussy. She was so wet, and it wasn’t the water that did it. She stood in the window obscenely and masturbated outrageously, and it excited her, even though no one watched. Her imagination had taken over and nothing could stop her now. She wouldn’t stop until she had cum. Her other hand reached up to her clit to rub it as a second finger joined the first inside her. Her fingers moved faster, more urgent as the orgasm built in her body. She had this pent-up lust that needed to be released.
Jessie wouldn’t last much longer, his cock so hard, his balls ached to dump his cum. She went at it now, two fingers slid in and out of her pussy while she caressed her clit. She would cum, and he’d see her climax firsthand and up close. It was almost as if he did it to her. He’d make her cum just as he did as Jessie tried to synchronize their orgasms.
She stood there brazenly exposed and masturbated like a schoolgirl, but she didn’t care. The climax came suddenly; her pussy gripped her fingers as she exploded. She pinched her clit to send her off, her body shook as the pleasure raced through every pore in her body. She came for an unseen lover and hoped that he came with her.
Even though he had never seen a girl cum from solo masturbation, he knew exactly when she came. He stroked his cock; his fingers tightly ran over the head until he felt the cum shoot up his cock from his balls. The hot cum gave off steam as it shot through the cold air. Jet after jet landed on the roof. Jessie stroked as fast as he could to keep up with her cumming. It was as though they were one; both of them came and finished at the same time. He could hardly breathe as he put his cock back into his pants. He didn’t move, afraid of giving his position away with any noise. He sat back and watched her.
She felt so good as she slipped back into the bath water. She finished washing up, but she still felt something when she rubbed her pussy with the washcloth. Even though she had cum, she still felt aroused, as if she couldn’t satisfy herself. Do I need Michael’s cock to satisfy my lust? She finished up and put the chemise on, her nipples still pointed and pushed out the front. She emptied the tub and turned out the light. Goodnight. She thanked her voyeur for her pleasure. She finished the bottle of water that she had on her nightstand. She slipped into bed as she turned out the light to the night sounds that raced through the house at night. It was as though they wanted her to know that they were there and they watched her. Did they get a good view of me cumming?
Chapter 5
Stripping for Them
Faith woke up early, not because she couldn’t sleep but because she was horny. Her hand was between her legs when her eyes opened, but her mind was filled with such thoughts. It was as though last night’s masturbation only inflamed her desires, not satisfied them. The sun started to come up; Faith got out of bed reluctantly, though she thought long and hard about staying long enough to cum first.
The house was still quiet as she dressed and went to the kitchen. Coffee was the most important thing; the coffeemaker quickly made it. She sat at the table and sipped her first cup, finally able to wake up fully. She would explore the outside as well as the inside of the house today. Tomorrow, she would begin to look for the secret rooms she hoped she’d find. But, tonight she’d try to lure out Michael and his friends. It was her second cup of coffee when her cell phone rang noisily, scaring her for a moment. She didn’t have a single bar on it since she was there, yet it rang now.
“Hello.”
There was a little static, and then, his voice broke through. “Good morning, Faith. I’m not waking you, am I?”
She recognized Tyler’s voice instantly. “How did you make my cell phone work?”
“Magic, Faith, black magic.” He loved the sound of her voice.
“It hasn’t done a thing since I got here. If we get disconnected, you’ll know why.”
“So, how is it going? Anything juicy yet?” He wanted to hear the salacious details, the sexier the better.
“The only thing juicy is me. I’ve been hornier than hell since I got here.” She could only imagine what Tyler thought when she said it. She loved to tease him sexually.
“Maybe I should come out and give you a hand.” Tyler would love to catch her in the mood.
“Use your hand on yourself. I have some supernatural beings that I need to seduce. I want to make sure they can smell my arousal.” She took a sip of the bottle of water. Suddenly, the phone was dead. She looked at it, no bars showed. It was just a fluke that it had worked. She hated to leave Tyler that way, but he would understand. She’d go into town in a few days to order groceries, and she would call him once she got reception again.
“Hello! Hello!” He yelled in the phone before he hung up. Tyler had lost her. At least she sounded okay, and he hoped the next time he talked to her; she would have something juicy to tell him.
Tonight, she would try to lure out Michael or one of his guests, not sure who occupied the house. As far as Faith was concerned, it might be one of the missing girls that had spent a night at one of his parties or in his special rooms. It could be either the aggressor or the victim, but Faith hoped it would be Michael. She opened the door to the back porch, and the sun shone in brightly. She stepped carefully out onto the porch, never sure how rotted the wood might b
e. She walked down the steps to the backyard or what was once the backyard. Over the years, the forest had encroached on it, the trees grew tall and unkempt, and the vines ran around the trunks like ropes.
Faith began to walk into the woods, checking the location of the sun so she could find her way back. She might be a city girl now, but there was still a lot of small town in her. The trees grew denser. It grew darker, in spite of the leaves that already fell from the trees. Her feet crunched on the drying leaves, the slight breeze rustled along the forest floor of pinecones and leaves. It took her a minute to notice it, or in this case, the lack of it. There were no birds chirping or animals rustling in the bushes; the forest was quiet as a tomb. She remembered the smell of pine trees and the sweet smell of grass when she grew up, but here, there was only the smell of decayed wood, the rotted flesh of dead animals, and the stench of stagnant water.
She suddenly came to a clearing free of the tall trees that blocked out the sun, yet it was smothered in shade. There was a wrought iron fence around it, but it was rusted and bent, and the gate hung from one hinge as if to keep out intruders. Inside were neatly lined up, but in disrepair, crooked headstones that rose up from the unsettled ground, the stones discolored from years of neglect. Weeds and debris littered the once-manicured lawn. There must be at least a dozen headstones. It was a graveyard. Next to it was a small church, but first, Faith walked through the rusted gate to the first headstone. She ran her fingers across the chalky dust on the headstone until she could read the name. Aaron Boldage. This must be the family burial site. Next to it was another headstone, not as big and the stone was covered with moss. She wiped it off until she could read the first name, Abigail, beloved wife of Aaron. Aaron must have been the patriarch, having the largest stone and the others surrounded him in respect. She looked but couldn’t find Michael. That was strange. Where was he buried?