Chapter 1 - Temptations

 

Sunlight filtered through the partly closed blinds. Illumination within the cosy, old-fashioned room was subdued but a lamp stand in one corner to the right of a large mirror set within the profusely carved surround of a Victorian dressing table, added somewhat to the limited daylight. The two within the room, dark-haired Adam in his early twenties and corn-blond Lorna of some nineteen years were positioned upon a sturdy upright chair a couple of metres from the mirror with a full view of themselves. Both were naked. Lorna was poised astride him, facing outwards, directly above the erect and ample cock, which she held with the head brushing her sex-lips while Adam steadied her with hands grasping her waist. He groaned as she lowered herself slowly to take him inside the exquisite heat of her body, descending with all her soft weight to his lap. For some moments they studied their image in the mirror with Lorna caressing her own firm, rose-teated breasts. Lorna, closed her eyes then slowly eased up and down on the shaft. His hands tightened upon her as she began to increase her rhythm and Adam groaned, 'Oh-oh Christ.'

Lorna paused, opened her eyes, lifted part way from him to see in the mirror that half and more of his cock withdrawn from her shaven pussy. She heard Adam catch his breath and saw the look of frustration shadow his face. Then she dropped back and with hands clasping her knees for support, she tightened on him and began a more rapid motion. Closing his eyes, Adam in turn thrust as hard as he could inside her and both were breathing rapidly as the crisis approached. The chair rocked back and forth, its old timbers creaking in protest as their motions became ever more frantic. But they were past caring even if anyone beyond the room could hear the chair legs clumping against a thinly carpeted floor. A long, open-mouthed wail emerged from Lorna, a burst of gasping from Adam as the orgasm seized and shook each with not a second in between.

They relaxed and for a time were still. Adam's hands fell away from her and at last she spoke. 'Good at that, aren't we, dear.'

Lorna eased up slowly, as though reluctant to withdraw the glistening cock and Adam replied, 'I guess we are - and, yes, we were last night as well as yesterday morning and the night before. Maybe you need -.'

'You're not complaining are you, Adam?' she interrupted, turning to face him.

'Oh, er, no,' he countered, 'I admire your enthusiasm.' He recalled how, in the relatively short time they had been together, Lorna had demanded sex with frequency and in a number of ways new even to him, apart from those he had witnessed during his secretive on-line delving. Intercourse and oral sex in front of a large mirror were her favoured choices.

'D'you fancy going down for breakfast?' she asked.

'I'm not too bothered right now,' he answered. 'How about you?'

'Can't say I am really,' she replied. 'Anyway, it'll be a bit late by the time we've finished in the shower room and got ourselves ready.'

'We've only one day here haven't we,' he said, rising from the chair which he pushed back noisily. 'We've no food booked up front so we can save ourselves being stared at by the locals. And we could maybe take a look around the village before we decide where we're heading next.'

'Then let's do that,' Lorna smiled as she stepped over to the shower room door.

***

Adam and Lorna had arrived at the King's Head Inn that previous afternoon on a journey with no objective other than a prolonged break from their university studies and a mutual attraction to be furthered without the knowledge or interference of others. The thatch-roofed King's Head stood on the edge of sleepy Deanswood village. It had offered them a room with hand-me-down furnishings but, thankfully, a clean bed and a modern shower.

That morning, their bill paid, they passed by the breakfast room where a number of mainly elderly people had gathered to sit murmuring, or in studied silence, over a bowl of cornflakes or a greasy full English breakfast. Lorna had no desire to sit among them while Adam, attired in casual manner with open-necked denim shirt, wondered what they would make of his female companion if she did enter the breakfast room. The close-fitting, long-sleeved pink satin top, about the shoulders of which her rich hair cascaded, was not strikingly low cut but its outline did emphasise the fact that Lorna's admirable above the waist features did not need the support of a bra. Her legs, regarded by Adam as among the finest he'd ever had the good fortune to set eyes upon, were displayed to advantage by the tight, blue denim miniskirt that helped to emphasise the curves of her eye-catching figure. Lorna was not one inclined to understate her natural assets. No, he decided, tugging on the wheeled suitcase as he walked with her to the car park at the rear of the King's Head, some of the more impressionable residents might have choked on their food or suffered arrhythmias. Others might have averted their eyes and mumbled their disapproval as soon as the two were out of earshot.

With their suitcase and Lorna's travel bag secured beneath the hatchback of their car they took advantage of the calm, warm day to stroll along the sparsely populated village high street. On passing the inevitable convenience store, antique dealer and estate agent, they paused outside a newsagent's window where Lorna cast her eye over the montage of advertisements taped inside to the glass. Adam stepped to the kerb to peer along the street and see what enticements might be on offer when lunchtime arrived. He glanced at his watch. Although mid-morning, it seemed lunchtime might be an eternity away.

'Hey, Adam, look at this!' came Lorna's voice and Adam stepped back to re-join her at the window. 'We could give this place a try for a few days since we don't have anywhere else booked. Tell me what you think.'

'Oh, let's see then,' he muttered, peering at the advertisement Lorna had indicated.

The main feature on the monochrome layout was a smiling, beguiling face; that of an attractive young woman with long hair cascaded about her shoulders. The bold heading announced, "Monksvale," followed by, "Treat yourself to a restful yet interesting stay at our peaceful, fully modernised and fully equipped villa. Facilities include health and beauty treatment, and more. Much more. You will see our sign to your left only nine miles out from Deanswood on the main road going south."

'Fully equipped,' remarked Adam with thoughts tuning to less conventional forms of sex. 'Sounds interesting.'

'And I do like her expression,' said Lorna. 'Calm and reassuring, don't you think.'

'Yeah, right,' he agreed, eyeing the woman's image, 'But they don't have any contact number or website on there.'

'Then I don't see how we can check if they have any vacancies,' said Lorna.

Adam withdrew his mobile phone, saying, 'I'll take a look on here.' After some futile key tapping he muttered, 'There's nothing showing at all. I'll go into the shop and ask if they have a number.' He pushed through the bell-pinging door and Lorna waited.

'Any luck?' she asked as he stepped back outside a minute later.

'Funny old sod in there didn't seem to know what I was on about,' he replied. 'What say we look around the rest of the village, have an early lunch then see if we can find this Monksvale place afterwards. If it's no good that'll give us time to check in somewhere at the next village.'

They proceeded according to plan, finding a small tea shop for an anaemic lunch then returning along the high street. On passing the newsagent's window Adam hesitated, glanced aside and said, 'Hey, Lorna, that advert for the place we were thinking to head for has gone and there's a different one in its place. Maybe they didn't pay for another week and their time ran out.'

'Yes, she agreed, 'it is Saturday after all so I suppose that's it.'

'No matter,' he shrugged, 'I remember what it said.'

'There's another girl's face on the new poster,' said Lorna. 'Let's see what that's about.

They stepped over to the widow and Adam read out the main message, 'Local girl missing since August fifteenth; Deborah Hodgeton, eighteen years old.'

'Pretty, isn't she,' remarked Lorna.

'Very,' agreed Adam, peering closer at the image of a dark-haired girl with soft, sensual features.

'Let's push off shall we,' said Lorna, 'I don't think this weather is going to last.'

***

They were clear of the village by two o'clock and driving south but before that time the sky had begun to cloud over. Rain was spattering the windscreen and Adam switched on the wipers. Lorna was busy tapping away at her smart phone while through Adam's mind passed memories of his first encounter with her only three weeks previously.

They had met at a college party one warm, moonlit evening and, with refilled wine glasses in hand, had left their companions and made their way into a more secluded area of the grounds. Her attire had impressed him mightily; a short, high-necked, sleeveless dress in shining black vinyl that stretched perfectly about her slim curves. The dress bore decorative silver studs in a circle about the swell of her breasts and about the hem of the dress. Noted by Adam some time earlier, before they had even spoken, was a ring-tabbed bright metal zip fastener at her rear, reaching from her neck to below her waist. The shadow-sheer nylon that graced her legs and her stiletto heel sandals had impressed him equally. As they kissed with growing passion, his hand had reached around to the zipper tab at her neck and this he had tugged down with no little impatience and no protest from her. It was then Adam had discovered how ardent Lorna could be. With the zipper opened she had backed from him so as to peel away the dress entirely. This had given Adam the opportunity to undo and hurriedly remove his jeans. For some moments he had gazed in awe at her, now clad only in black lace bikini brief, elasticated lace-top stockings and high heels. At that point Lorna, taking the initiative, had stepped forward and tugged vigorously on Adam's briefs to have his cock spring up into the electrifying caress of her cool hand. Adam had gasped as she fell to her knees, taking the cock head into the voluptuous heat of her mouth whilst working the shaft gently with her hand. Adam had closed his eyes in heavenly bliss but then Lorna had stopped, arisen, slipped off her briefs and fallen to her back on the grass. 'Come on, then,' she'd grinned, 'what're we waiting for.' Their first intercourse had been almost violent. Lorna had pulled him down and as he thrust eagerly into her she had locked her legs tightly about to grip him hard. They had rolled from side to side on the grass and Lorna had laughed until the choking gasps of orgasm had possessed them both. It was a memory he would forever cherish. Eyes fixed upon the road ahead, Adam was mulling over that first encounter when her voice cut in, 'Adam, dear, how far is it since we left Deanswood?'

They were passing through wooded countryside and for now reality would dissipate his memories.

'Oh, er, yes,' he responded, eyeing the dashboard, 'best part of eight miles and coming up soon to the magic nine.'

'Then we'd better keep an eye open for that Monksvale sign, hadn't we.'

'Better had,' he muttered.

The clouds were darker still and the rain heavier when a little further on Lorna, peering hard through the windscreen, announced, 'Adam, there looks to be a sign and a turn-off ahead on our left.'

'Yes, I see it,' he responded, slowing down, 'but I can't make out what it says.'

They slowed further and Lorna said, 'I can read it and - and it does say Monksvale. Shall we give it a try?'

Now at crawling speed he answered, 'I guess we ought to; I don't fancy driving around for hours in weather like this.' he steered from the road between two overgrown stone gateposts whilst noting how new the sign appeared to be. The lane, for it was hardly a road, led through a field into a darkened, heavily wooded stretch, a virtual tunnel of trees that after a minute opened out to reveal buildings looming close ahead.

'Looks like a Georgian villa, a mansion maybe,' said Adam, peering through the rain, 'and there are older buildings of some sort right behind it.'

'They don't seem too bothered about the gardens, do they,' observed Lorna. 'A bit overgrown, don't you think?'

'A bit,' he agreed as they approached to halt on a gravelled area close to the porticoed entrance. 'Doesn't look as if it's open to the public; there's no sign outside.'

The engine was switched off. Rain drummed hard upon the car roof.

'I'll check on my mobile phone to see exactly where we are,' said Lorna, dipping onto her shoulder bag. She button-stabbed then declared, 'Oh, bugger, it's telling me there's no signal; see if yours works, Adam.'

Adam tried his phone but with no success. 'Must be a dead zone; I hope this place is actually open. Hang on here and I'll try the doorbell if they have one.' He swung from the car and dashed through the rain to a short flight of steps leading between two Doric columns to a well-sheltered, main door of solid, panelled oak. There was no doorbell. Adam glanced back at the car to observe Lorna peering up at him in expectation then reached for the only means of attracting the attention of whoever occupied the building, an iron, ram's head knocker. This he raised and brought down with three measured, hollow sounding taps. Adam stepped back, waited, glanced again at Lorna, then - unlocking sounds from behind the door. The door opened slightly. A face appeared then the door opened wider. A young woman peered down at him, bespectacled, blue-eyed, slim and attractive in her form-fitting, powder-blue business suit, matching high-heels and sheer black nylons. Adam was as always impressed by black nylons. Her blond hair was swept back into a tight bun and her sapphire earrings glinted as in a detached manner she asked, 'What is it you want?'

Taken aback for the moment by her cool stare, Adam replied, 'Er, yes, we saw your poster in the newsagent's window on Deanswood high street and we wondered about the accommodation. We're touring around this part of the country. We're on holiday - sort of.'

'Our advertisement,' she said. 'Ah, I see.' She turned her attention for a moment to the car and its waiting passenger then added, 'Yes, we have accommodation. You may bring what luggage you have through this way or I can call upon someone to help you.'

'But what'll it cost us to stay here for a night or two,' he asked. Just then he became aware of two green eyes peering up at him from around the door close to the woman's feet. A black cat.