Stockings & Suspenders

Stockings & Suspenders
by Jonathan Eddington



She chose her favourite stockings, sheer black with lacy top,
And matching black suspender belt, to ensure they don't drop,
With tight white blouse and mini skirt, and high heels that would stop,
Dead in their tracks all men that saw, her walking past the shop.

Her heart did race as out she went, to meet her special guy,
Enjoying the attention from, each person she went by,
Their eyes ran up each silky leg, and lingered at her thigh,
Her soft white skin so welcoming, and easy on the eye.

With every step the mini skirt, it showed a little more,
Now just below her bare butt cheeks, her pulse began to soar,
What else she'd show if she bent down, beside the cafe door?
She'd flash her clear arousal too, with what she hadn't wore.

Blindfold

Blindfold
by Jonathan Eddington



She knew this wasn't her husband's cock from the way it felt in her hands. It must belong to one of his friends who was at the party they had thrown earlier. Her husband must have told him to hide so she would think everyone had gone. No wonder he was so keen for her to wear a blindfold. He was probably watching right now, slowly stroking his cock as he waited to surprise her. Well he was the one in for the shock.

Kate's Bus Ride

Kate's Bus Ride
by Jonathan Eddington



After a hard day at college, all Kate wanted was to go home for a hot relaxing bath. Typically, the bus was full and she had to stand for several stops before she got a seat. At last she could relax, though not for long.

Just a few stops later, a young giggling couple got on and stood practically right next to her. As soon as the bus began to move they began to kiss and let their hands roam over each other’s bodies. Kate sighed and looked away. That was the last thing she wanted to see, even after all these months since she and Mark had split.

Trying to ignore the amorous couple Kate stated out the window and watched the world go by. It worked for a while. At least, until the woman behind her gasped in shock.

Without thinking Kate turned her head, back to the couple. No wonder the woman behind her was shocked. So close Kate could almost reach out and touch her, the young woman was knelt in front of her no longer giggling partner, licking and sucking on his impressive cock.

Beating the Competition

Beating the Competition
by Jonathan Eddington



Both guys had been competing to have her for quite a while now. Each of them claiming to have the bigger cock, to last longer, and be the better lover. To their surprise she said she would put them to the test, but in a way neither of them had imagined.

First she got them to stand side by side as she knelt in front of them. Then released their stiffening cocks. Swiftly they reached their maximum potential as both guys expected her lips to grace their proud erections. Instead she grasped one in each hand and determined their sizes.

"Neither is bigger, " she announced, "so on to the next test."

Slowly at first she began to pump their cocks. Her hands moved alternately like a milk maid's. As she increased her rhythm she kicked her lips in anticipation, yet never tasted either of them.

"Now to test your second claim. Who ever cums first has the lowest stamina, and will have lost."

Without giving one or the other more stimulation she increased her pace and pointed both of their now throbbing cocks towards her face.

"Who will it be? Who will grace my eager face with their cum first?"

Both of them gasped and grunted as she pushed them closer and closer. Neither of them wanting to loose, but also secretly wanting to see just their cum on her soft skin.

"Cum for me" she begged. "Cover my face."

It was almost too much for the guys, yet somehow they held back, but knowing they could not last much longer. Their hips began to buck involuntarily as they struggled to hold back their release.

Dared to Bare

Dared to Bare
by Jonathan Eddington



With a flick of her wrist, she let her thong drop to the floor, and basked in the awe and wonderment of the others in the group. This would show them. Egged on by the alcohol, and a raging desire to show them she wasn’t the timid little thing they knew her to be, she had completed the first part of the dare.

Admittedly, when she had been initially dared to strip naked, go out into the street, and kiss a stranger, she had been about to refuse immediately. But the laughs and jeers of the others had fired her resolve, and almost unnoticed she had unfastened her dress and slipped it past her shoulders. Their merriment changed to gasps as she stepped out of her dress and unclasped her bra.

Now they were silent as she strode over to the front door, and with the briefest of pauses, opened it and walked up the short path to the busy street. At the edge of the pavement she stopped, and glanced back to make sure the others were watching. She had never felt so alive. Anticipation and excitement raged through her every fibre.

Creamed Beauty

Creamed Beauty
by Jonathan Eddington



Sharon gazed up lovingly as Nick grew closer and closer to cuming. He smiled down at her, then gasped loudly as the first spurt shot forth. Just in time Sharon closed her eyes and turned her head, allowing his warm sticky cum to hit her cheek and nose. He gasped again, and she felt more narrowly miss the tip of her nose, though some did catch her top lip. A few more gasps came from Nick, but she felt nothing more, so she looked up to see the ecstasy in his face, and the last of his load dripping from his cock. Tenderly she reached up and wiped the tip on her cheek, causing a few drops to land on her collarbone.

“Fuck” gasped Nick. “You look amazing babe.”

Sharon smiled. Nick always said that after he had given her a facial, but really, she must look a mess now. She had lost count of the number of times he had cum on her face over the last year or so they had been together. At the start, he had suggested a few times that she check herself out in the mirror, but she had been worried she would find it disgusting and never want him to cum on her face again. Now Sharon had grown too long to see his expression as he was about to give her his load. Plus she was curious about why he liked it so much. He had told her various reasons, and one was how she looked wearing his cum. Maybe she looked better than she thought…

“I’ll get a towel,” said Nick, as his breathing returned to normal.

Before Nick had a chance to move, Sharon pulled herself up by his arm and signalled for him to wait. Purposely she strode over to her phone and picked it up. Swiftly she opened the camera app and gazed at herself on the screen.

Risky

Risky
by Jonathan Eddington



Jo lay back on the grass in an empty area of the park. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders and spread across the warm summer grass. With a wicked grin she squeezed her beautiful breasts together with her arms, making her already magnificent cleavage even more inviting.

"Fuck me" she whispered, gazing at me with her hypnotic eyes.

Without a word I joined her on the grass, not caring that we were still close to the path. Our lips met and I savoured the sweet sensation of her soft welcoming lips. Those same lips that had been expertly sucking my erection only moments ago. The gentle breeze that was cooling my shaft was replaced by the warmth of her hand as she slowly began to stroke it.

"Fuck me" Jo insisted, lifting her skirt to show her damp thong.

Deftly I slipped the flimsy material to one side and positioned myself on top of her. With experienced ease she guided me into her, her silky wetness feeling so hot and inviting. Nearby we heard the crunch of footsteps on a gravel path. Perhaps on the same footpath we had taken. Nervous excitement tingled through my veins at the possibility of us being caught adding to my already raging arousal. Quickly we built a steady rhythm. My thrusts and Jo's panting matching the increasingly louder footsteps.

Jo let out a moan of delight, and the crunching steps stopped. I tried to glance over my shoulder, but could not see anyone. Yet the knowledge that someone had heard drove me to thrust deeper and harder.

"Over there, through the trees" came a whispering female voice.

"Where? I can't... Oh yeah!" clearly replied a male.

Horny Holiday 3 - The Cave in the Cove

Horny Holiday 3 - The Cave in the Cove
by Jonathan Eddington



On the first full day of our holiday, we rose early due to the baking heat of the sun beating down on our tent. After a quick breakfast, and before the other campers had even begun stirring, we decided to head to the nearby beach for a refreshing swim.

After making a couple of wrong turns during our walk down, we finally arrived at the tiny village nestling in the valley that opened up into a small cove. To our surprise, the wind was quite strong here, and there were several surfers braving the waves, yet there had been none at all at the camp.

"Still fancy a swim?" I asked Mary.

"Hmm. Looks a bit too rough" sighed Mary. "Though we can still take a walk along the beach."

Giggling like teenagers, we removed our foot wear and raced down to the water, feeling the warm sand running through our toes.

"Flipping heck that's freezing!" I yelped after just a few steps into the sea.

Mary stopped a few feet from the water line and laughed as I rushed back out again. Over Mary's shoulder I spotted a gap in the cliff at the edge of the beach. A small cave.

"Let's go exploring" I grinned and head over towards it.

"Explore...? Oh yeah!"

At least we would not get cut off in there, as within the few minutes it took for us to reach it, the tide was definitely on its way out. Even though the cave was only a few feet taller than us, and just wide enough for both of us to stand side by side, it was surprisingly deep. Though the sandy floor gave way to uneven rock a short distance past the bending entrance, and the roof lowered swiftly to barely chest height.

"Very cosy" Mary purred in the shadows, pulling me close to her.

"Yet tantalisingly public" I whispered as I slip my hands inside her t-shirt and slowly lifted it up.

Tenderly we kissed as I reached round and unfastened her bikini top. Mary stepped back, grabbed her t-shirt, and swiftly removed it with her bikini top, setting free her beautiful breasts. Looking over Mary's shoulder, and out of the cave, I could see two more surfers heading for the sea. Blissfully unaware of our increasingly naked bodies only yards from them, they ran on into the sea in search of the perfect wave.

Swiftly we discarded the last of our clothes and savoured the hunger on each other's lips. Our hands caressed every delicious curve of each other's exposed bodies, before homing in on the focus of each other's desire. Softly I gasped as Mary stroked the full length of my erection, and she sighed as my fingers dipped into her glistening pussy.

From outside the cave came the sound of rapidly pattering feet and soft voices. Suddenly something ran past the front of the cave causing us to break our kissing and watch outside. Even with the rising possibility of discovery our hands and fingers still stroked and thrust each other's raging passion. Again we heard the pattering of running feet coming towards us.

"Woah!" I said, as without warning we were no longer alone.

Horny Holiday 2 - Intense Activities

Horny Holiday 2 - Intense Activities
by Jonathan Eddington



As the sun went down on the first night of our camping break, me and Mary were enjoying the hospitality of a quaint little pub less than a mile from our tent. We had intended to find a quiet corner to ourselves, but due to the simple L shape of the only room there was no chance of any privacy. To the other drinkers we must have been like a pair of whispering, giggling teenagers. At first they had no idea why, but as our drinks flowed, we got louder, and they soon caught snippets of our saucy conversation.

"...her face when she saw my hand between your legs" I smirked.

"What about the truck diver?" Mary laughed. "I couldn't see his reaction with my head between yours!"

The rest of the pub drew quiet, but we didn't care.

"I can't wait to kiss my way up your thighs and taste your pussy."

"In here?" giggled Mary.

"You wish" I smiled, my hand sliding up her naked thigh.

Mary opened her legs, inviting me to go further than the edge of her skirt. An elderly man spluttered into his pint as he caught sight of her neatly trimmed bush.

"Let's head back. I'm getting a tent of my own" I glanced down at my crotch and winked at Mary.

"Hmm. This one went up much quicker than the other" Mary purred as she caressed my crotch. "And has been noticed by more than me" she finished with a whisper and a grin.

"Right. Let's go then" I said, then downed the last of my drink, anxious to escape the captivated eyes of the other drinkers in case someone complained.

Carefully I stood with my back to the others and tried in vain to hide my erection as I headed to the door. Mary swiftly followed and we made our way out into the warm evening air. Once we were a few hundred yards up the lane from the pub I unzipped my jeans and freed my straining cock.

"Can't wait, eh?" Mary giggled, wrapping her fingers around my shaft as we walked. "There's no hiding this now if someone comes you know?"

"I can think of somewhere to hide it" I smiled, pulling she round in front of me so my cock pressed between her thighs.

"When we get to our tent you can do more than hide it" Mary sighed, squeezing my shaft, then slowly stroking it as she kissed me deeply.

"Why wait?" I groaned as she continued to tease me.

"Because you'll not catch me before then" she laughed, then ran off up the lane.

Horny Holiday 1 - In Car Entertainment

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Seen by a Stranger

Seen by a Stranger
by Jonathan Eddington



Lisa sighed as her apartment door clicked closed behind her. As blind dates go, it had not been a complete disaster, but it was pretty close. The moment she had seen him her pulse had raced as she drank in his strong, rugged features. Lisa had gone over to him, thankful she had gone for a 'sultry temptress' look, already fantasising about what they might get up to later.

Unfortunately, he was more interested in telling Lisa about the deals he was making at work, his flash cars, large house, and just how rich he was. Realising she could barely get a word in, she had learnt forward giving him a great view of her deep cleavage. Annoyingly, though his eyes had fixed there, he carried on talking about his expensive trips abroad, instead of flirting. Leaning back, Lisa had crossed her long slender legs giving him plenty of opportunity to see her stocking tops and suspenders. Still he bored her with lengthy details about his plans for his future, even when she allowed him a long gaze at her tiny black thong. He may have enjoyed what he had seen, but showed no interest in anything but himself.

In the end, Lisa had made her escape while he was in the toilet. That was the last time she would let her best friend Anna try and fix her up.

Now in her room, Lisa kicked off her heels, and sat on the end of her bed rubbing her aching toes. Something caught her eye outside. It must have been the curtains swaying in the open window of the opposite apartment. It had been empty for a while, but apparently not any more. For a few moments Lisa watched, wondering if for once she needed to close her curtains, but nothing else moved.

Anyway, if someone was watching, they could only see Lisa's top half over the window sill. Squeezing her breasts together, Lisa remembered the poor response her cleavage had got from her date. Maybe she was no longer attractive, and that was why he was not interested. It had been over a year since...

Lisa shook her head, dispersing her negative thoughts. It was no good over analysing and needlessly depressing herself. The guy was a dick, pure and simple, and she had made a lucky escape. Standing up, Lisa shrugged off her suit jacket, and unfastened the matching short skirt. Leaning forward to step out and remove it, she again thought she saw something. This time Lisa did not stop to check. If someone is there, then at least she has their attention. A tingle of nerves and excitement ran through her. Dare she show more?

No Panty Day - 22nd June

No Panty Day - 22nd June
by Jonathan Eddington



"Hey Karen!" Sarah shouted to her room-mate. "Have you seen what people are saying on Facebook about today?"

"No, what?" Karen mumbled as she walked into the room, towel drying her hair.

Sarah paused for a moment at the sight of Karen's slender, young, naked body, swaying towards her. The way her firm pert breasts jiggled as she finished off her hair was hypnotic, no matter how many times she saw it.

"It should be right up your street" Sarah smirked, shaking her mind clear. "You tend to be most weekends anyway..."

"What're you on about?" Karen moved in close to look at Sarah's phone, her nipples brushing up against her shoulder. "No what day? Panty! So guys will be trying to look up our skirts at college more than normal..."

"If you wore something longer than a belt, they wouldn't find it so easy" Sarah chided her friend, glancing round at Karen's shaved pussy. "So you're not bothering then? Even for that new guy, James?"

"Hmm, he can take mine off any day" sighed Karen, picturing the strong, rugged physique he liked to show off in his tight sports vests and jeans, and what the three of them could get up to.

"So, that's a yes then" giggled Sarah, and pulled her down for a kiss.

1 New Message

1 New Message
by Jonathan Eddington



John's phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat at his desk in the cubicle. With a sigh he fished it out, silently cursing whoever it was who was disturbing him this time.

1 NEW MESSAGE
Sender unknown

Without even opening it, John replaced his mobile and went back to the letter he was composing. Considering it was his resignation letter, he was finding it rather hard choosing the appropriate words. As tempting as it was, he couldn't just slag off his boss and the company as he may need them for a reference. Again his pocket buzzed.

2 NEW MESSAGES
Sender unknown

Maybe it was something important then? Deftly John unlocked his phone and tapped to open the messages. If it was yet more spam then he would be really annoyed. To his surprise the first message was a close up picture of a young lady wearing what appeared to be a business suit, but with her blouse pulled low showing an impressive cleavage and a glimpse of her black bra. Her long black wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders to her large breasts, almost forcing his eyes there. The only thing that drew away his gaze was the way she was licking her ruby red lips. It seemed to be the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Then he spotted the message below.

So, what do you think?

Lakeside Lust

Lakeside Lust
by Jonathan Eddington



"No peeking" Ruby warned, as she turned away and began to remove her clothes.

"I won't" promised Stuart, though if things went as he hoped, he would get plenty of chances to catch a glimpse or two as the afternoon went on.

With her hands on her bra clasp Ruby checked over her shoulder. True to his word Stuart was looking in the opposite direction. Mixed in with the relief, a small part of her was disappointed. Did he not find her attractive? She had been sure that asking her to model for his photography assignment was just an excuse to get her alone so he could make a move on her.

In his mind Stuart pictured Ruby slowly and sensuously stripping for him. Coyly she turned with an arm across her impressive breasts, and a hand covering her modesty below. She gazed straight into his eyes, smiled, and presented herself to him in her full naked glory. Her eyes ran down his body stopping at his bulging crotch. Slowly she walked towards him and...

Virgin Vacation (second excerpt)

Virgin Vacation (second excerpt)
by Jonathan Eddington

Tanya, an eighteen year old virgin, is on a family holiday with her parents friends and their daughter. Dawn has had plenty of experience with boys, and took Tanya into town to check out the local talent. In the centre they met a group of boys and agreed to go for an eventful walk with three of them. Later that night they meet the guys again in a local family dance hall, and decided to find somewhere more private.

We head out the main hall, past the bar, and, whilst no one is looking, sneak down some roped off stairs. At the bottom is a short corridor with a door on each side. One is locked, but the other opens easily. Inside are a couple of sofas, coffee tables, a tv, cupboards, a sink, and a kettle.

"I worked here for a couple of weeks last year" explains Nosha.

Gav and Luke push one of the sofas against the door so we won't be disturbed, then turn off the main light. A low glow comes from the strip light under the top cupboards. It is very dark, but we can all just about make out each other. I'm not sure I want to do anything with the others here though, and sit down on the other sofa on the opposite side of the room.

"So Nosha," says Dawn, "seeing how you found us this place. What do you want to do with me?"

"Taste your pussy!" he drools, and in the near blackness I can just about see him push her down onto the sofa in front of the door and bury his head between Dawn's legs. He makes lapping and slurping sounds, and she moans in pleasure.

Todge turns my head to him and kisses me. I close my eyes and think only of him. His hand moves from my cheek to my breast and he gives it a squeeze. A light moan escapes from me as he moves his hand down, over my belly, to my shorts.

"May I?" Todge whispers in my ear.

"May you what?"

"Touch you. Taste you..."

My pussy tingles at the thought and I breathily agree. He struggles with the button, so I open it for him. The zip he can manage. Slowly he slips his hand inside, and finds my pussy, wet and waiting. Again I kiss him, hungry for more.

Looking across I struggle to make out Luke licking and sucking on Dawns exposed breasts. Nosha is bobbing his head up and down between her legs, and Gav has his cock in his hand and is wanking quite quickly. None of them are looking towards me, so I lift by bum, push down my shorts and bikini bottoms, and slip them off.

It feels so naughty to be sat half naked in front of the others. I spread my legs and feel my pussy. It's soaking. Todge smiles, kisses me deeply, then kneels in front of me and runs his hands up my thighs.

Creamed

Creamed
by Jonathan Eddington



"Go on," Sue giggled, "do it."

"Are you sure?" Jack panted.

"Yeah. Just don't get it in my hair" she added as she brushed it away from her face.

"You two are crazy" Pete murmured at this unexpected turn of events.

"Yeah, you'll never catch me doing that" agreed Alice, yet the sparkle in her eyes hinted otherwise.

"Go on mate" shouted Mark. "Do it!"

"Ready?" grunted Jack as he gazed at Sue's open mouth, his arm almost a blur he was shaking it so fast.

Before Sue could answer, a thick stream of creamy white shot up her chin, over her nose, and narrowly avoided her eye. Jack held steady for a second burst, this time only getting her neck and chin. The third and final spurt bounced off her extended tongue and deep inside her mouth. Sue deftly caught a precariously hanging drip, then swallowed.

"Oh wow" gasped Sue, carefully wiping away a blob that was sliding towards her eye. "That was not what I expected" she laughed.

"I'm sorry" Jack grimaced. "It was harder to aim than I thought..."

"Never mind that," said Pete, "What about the rest of the bet?"

New Year Excitement

New Year Excitement
by Jonathan Eddington



"Shall we?" you ask with a saucy smile and a raised eyebrow.

"You weren't joking then?" I reply, my balls tingling with anticipation.

"No," you grin as you check no one is watching us, "so come on as we don't have long."

Initially I had not been looking forward to this New Year’s Eve party at your best friend Julie’s house. I quickly changed my mind during the taxi ride over. Loudly you proclaimed you intended to suck me off at the party, and wear my cum on your face till the following morning. The driver briefly swerved as he turned to look at you, so instead cast furtive glances in his mirror at the tight, short, black Lycra dress that clung to your every curve. His eyes flicked between your impressive cleavage and your obvious lack of any underwear. No doubt he would not forget you in a hurry.

Swiftly we move through the other party goers and head out into the garden. As we round the corner we see another couple enjoying more than the beautifully lit trees and flowers. I recognise Andy and Victoria from the introductions earlier, though at that point he did not have a hand up her skirt as he sucked on her nipple, and she did not have his cock out while slowly rubbing his shaft.

I am about to back away when Andy looks right at you and smiles. Still fingering Victoria he motions to her to look our way.

“Ooh!” she gasps, her eyes wide with excitement at our presence, then drops to her knees and takes his stiff cock in her mouth.

My own cock is straining in my pants, already eager for you to fulfil your earlier promise, and even more so with this free sex show in front of us. You rub your body against my side as your hand pops a shirt button and strokes my chest and you raise a leg and brush your thigh against my crotch.

“Want to cum on my face in front of them?” you purr then nibble my ear as your hand slides down to my pants.

Saturday Shorts: Suzy And Dave

Saturday Shorts: Suzy And Dave
by Jonathan Eddington



Dave could not help but giggle as he watched through the key hole of the storage cupboard he was hiding in. In the middle of the corridor in front of him various teachers and students knelt down to try and pick up the coins he had glued to the floor. Most made it look like they had dropped something and were bending to pick it up, or that they had stopped to do their laces. Others were more brazen, but no one could pull them free. As the number of people using the corridor died down, Dave struggled not to be heard sniggering as their attempts to free the coins became more frantic. A girl hacked at them with one of her high heels, until the heel snapped off. One guy tried to kick them free, and almost fell on his back. Another got down on his hands and knees and was trying to bite them off, but still they remained stuck fast.

Eventually the corridor was silent. Dave had almost left the cupboard when Suzy appeared. Sashaying around the corner, tottering on her heels, but so engrossed in her phone, she did not she him duck back inside. Safe again, he watched her swaying hips and the way her short plaid skirt lifted slightly with each step. Oh for a gust of wind!

A glint from the coins caught Suzy's eye, and she stopped. Dave held his breath as she glanced down at them, then up and down the now empty corridor. As she bent over, her body side on to him, her skirt rose revealing the firm toned curve of her butt cheek. Higher still it slid until almost her entire buttock was bared. Dave gazed in awe. From where he was hid it looked like she was not wearing any underwear. If only she was bent over with her back to him.

Things That Go Hump In The Night

Things That Go Hump In The Night
by Jonathan Eddington



"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alison whimpered as they walked up the long, tree covered drive to the incredibly old mansion.

"It does look rather dark and gloomy," Reed sighed, "and that's before we even get inside."

Underfoot the gravel crunched as the five college friends continued towards the dark, foreboding entrance that loomed like a cavernous open mouth. The fading light glinted on the two upper windows over front door, like watching eyes, adding to the growing sense of unease. A chill passed through them, and a deep sigh seemed to come from the building as the ivy flapped up and slowly dropped back on the ancient stonework, almost like it took a breath. As they grew closer, it's imposing shadow seemed to rise up and cover them, and everything around them.

"It looks like a giant lying down facing us" murmured Ben. "Like his arms disappear off round the sides behind the trees, and are going to surround us..."

"And we're going to be pulled into his gaping mouth and eaten" Jess gasped.

"Oh come on!" admonished Reed. "I bet it's lovely inside. After all they wouldn't be renting rooms if it was a monster house that ate everyone. They'd soon run out of guests."

Beth smiled to herself. She had felt drawn to Ickwell Manor ever since she had found a picture of it online, as though some part of her belonged there. Thankfully it was now open as a hotel, with all it's Edwardian splendour faithfully preserved. It had not taken much to convince the others to spend Halloween there. Just a dare really for the guys, and the chance to have sex in a four poster bed for the girls.

Now they were here, Beth's sense of belonging was growing intensely, along with a strange sense of familiarity.

"No signal" Ben groaned as he checked his phone. "I hope they have Wi-Fi."

"I'm surprised they have electricity" said Reed as a light flicked on over the imposing doorway.

With a loud groaning creak the imposing door opened causing the group to stop in their tracks. Blackness loomed inside, and for a moment no one moved. Suddenly a figure appeared in darkness. Several of the group gasped, then sighed in relief as the little old lady came into the light.

"Come in, come in" the old lady cackled and beckoned them in. "You'll get cold and it's lovely and warm inside."

Beth moved first into the inky blackness and felt the welcoming warmth enfold her. Dimly at first she made out another large closed door a few feet in front of her as the old lady lit a few candles. The heat vanished as the others crowded into the vestibule, almost like someone had been holding her in a warm embrace then broke away.

"Sorry, but light bulbs keep blowing and the candles blow out when I open the door" the old lady explained. "Let me sign you all in, then I'll show you too your rooms."



Later, after a large supper in the ornate dining room, Ben had announced that he and Alison were going to see just how strong their huge bed was. Alison had playfully gone to slap him when he scooped her up in his arms to giggles from the others and carried her away. Not long after, Jess and Reed made their excuses and left Beth on her own in the large drawing room.

Even while they had been talking Beth's eyes had been drawn to a painting of a young well dressed man that hung over the fireplace. She walked over and read the name, Henry Ickwell, 1906. As Beth looked up at his face the rest of the room seemed to dim.

"Home" came a low breathy voice from all around her.

Strangely Beth found this intensely reassuring and reached up to touch the painting.

"Please don't touch the paintings miss" came the voice of the old lady from the doorway. "It costs a lot to clean them."

"I'm sorry" Beth said as she turned to her. "Who was he?"

"Henry built the manor as a wedding present for his fiancée, Bess. But she disappeared on a hunting trip a few days before. He spent the following year trying to find her before developing a fever and passing away."

"Oh how horrible! But at least he's at peace now."

"Not if the legend is too be believed. There have been several sightings over the years of a ghostly figure roaming the fields and woods around here."

"Bess" came the low breathy voice again. "Home."

"And in here?" Beth asked, noting the old lady seemed oblivious to the ghostly voice.

"Not that I know of" the old lady answered.

Was Beth hearing Henry's ghost, and if so, why her and not the old lady? She would have to wait until morning now to ask the others if they had noticed anything. In a way she hoped they had not, as that would make her special somehow. But then they may make fun of her.

"Ah ok. Well thanks for the info. I'm going to head up now. G'nite."

John and Mary

John and Mary
by Jonathan Eddington


"Come on. There's no one in" John said disappearing inside the hotel's main men's washroom.

Cautiously at first Mary followed him, but he was right. Everyone else must still be at the party in the main function room. They had only met that night, but something had immediately sparked between them. Their wild, intimate dancing had made them the talking point of the night. They did not care. All they now cared for was each other, and exploring each others wanting bodies.

They kissed deeply, as John gracefully picked Mary up and sat her on the edge of a sink. Desire burnt within her as she felt his stiffness press against her damp thong. Gently he lay her back against the mirror behind her and kissed his way down her neck, his thumbs flicking off the straps of her top. Briefly she glanced over to the door, hunger raging inside her, then pressed down on the back of John's neck. Mary's braless nipples tingled in anticipation as he lowered her top and squeezed her firm breasts. Arching her back she guided his kisses to an awaiting nipple and gasped as his tongue licked and teased around it. Outside the door she heard footsteps, but no one came in. Her desire for him, mixed with the trepidation of being discovered, raged through her body. She needed more.