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by John Sheridan




  The Lake of Love

  By John Sheridan

  Copyright © 2012

  The Lake of Love, John Sheridan

  Part One: Nathan’s Story

  Chapter One: The Lady of the Lake

  The trees flashed by in a blur of movement, as I pressed my foot down on the accelerator. My speed continued to dramatically increase, bordering on formula one standard, as the highway disappeared beneath the wheels. Suddenly, a pair of sparkling eyes, reflecting off the glow of my headlights, appeared out of gloom.

  Instinctively I hit the brakes.

  The screech of the tires against the tarmac filled the soundless void of the silent forest, and for a long time the entire world seemed to be moving in slow motion, but the fact of the matter was that no longer than half a heartbeat had passed by. My car jerked sharply and my seatbelt tightened its vice like grip around my body, pinning me to the chair, as I skidded to a stop.

  I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and looked up at the curious sparkling eyes of the large muscular stag illuminated by the headlights of my car. It was stood no more than three inches from the bonnet. It regarded me for a moment and looked very unimpressed. It then bounded off into the shadows of the forest, as if nothing of interest had just happened in its life.

  I glanced out the side window and caught sight of the glistening lake. The calm surface was acting like a mirror for the glowing light of the crescent moon, as it sat up within the heavens watching the world go by. It felt so different from the usual chaotic scenes I found in the city, for starters it was peaceful. This was down to the fact that I had not seen another other car on the road for at least half an hour and better yet there were no houses, or buildings, clogging up the beautiful scenery, but more importantly I have not seen a single soul since I got here.

  ‘Maybe dad was right,’ I muttered to myself.

  It had been dad who had kept pestering me with phone calls after phone calls, about how I ‘had’ to go up to the lake house and re-charge my batteries. It was no big secret that I hated living alone in the city, or the fact that I was a failure and had let everyone down. I had dreams of rising to the top, making the big money and living the life of luxury, but thing’s don’t ever work out as we plan. The world is a dark and horrible place that will eat you up and spit you out.

  I put my foot down and the car continued on its journey, but at a much slower speed, that lesson was well and truly learnt.

  The clock on my dashboard read ‘00:23’ in big red numbers. I was already running late before my little meeting with the deer, but now I was very late. I just hoped someone was still awake to let me in otherwise I would be spending the night in the car. My family were not due to arrive at the lake house until tomorrow morning, but Frank West and the rest of his family were supposed to be there already.

  Frank and my dad had been best friends since high school, but now they were very wealthy and very successful business partners and co-owners of the lake house. The two of them were joined at the hip and it seemed like a grand idea for them to buy a house up by the lake where their two families could get away together, although in all my years of knowing Frank I have not once met a single member of his family. This was down the fact that Frank was always coming and going, he was the man you wanted on the ground, to go out and meet highly paid business executives in foreign countries, whilst my dad worked from the main office, which meant he stayed closer to home. The only times I ever saw Frank was either when he was returning to the office from a business trip or leaving the office on a business trip, I didn’t even know he was married until a few years ago.

  It had been Frank and my dad who had inspired me to head into the city to try and make my name, I had wanted the same success as they had both found, but the golden touch apparently doesn’t run in the family.

  I turned off the main road and began to bounce down a dirt track. I could hear my suspension dying a slow death with each pothole I hit. Relief washed over me, as the dense forest opened up and I spotted the interior lights of the lake house shining through the gaps in the trees.

  Someone was still up.

  I would be lying if I said I was not impressed with the lake house. It was absolutely massive and looked big enough to cater for ten families. Even with my family and Frank’s family staying here, it didn’t exactly mean we would be seeing much of each other if we were placed at either end of the lake house. And although it was a new build it seemed to have a very old feel to it, which was in keeping with the location. Frank and my dad must have paid big money to have this built.

  I pulled my car up alongside a four by four in front of the house.

  ‘Here goes,’ I sighed. ‘One week of happy families.’

  I lifted my backpack and briefcase off the front seat and stepped out of the car. Someone within the house must have heard me pull up, as I noticed the downstairs curtains part on my approach to the house. The front door was thrown open even before I stepped up onto the porch.

  My heart leapt instantly into my mouth.

  The most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life greeted me with an angelic smile that seemed to light up the darkness of my world. I couldn’t help but smile back. It was infectious. She was wearing a low cut nightdress that hung seductively over her thighs. Unconsciously I looked her long elegant legs up and down; they seemed to go on forever and inspired the explorer inside of me to see how high they truly went. My eyes drifted up to the top of the low cut nightdress and her beautiful firm juicy breasts, which looked rip for the picking and seemed to be begging me to take a bite.

  My mouth was going dry.

  ‘You must be, Nathan,’ she said, extending a hand.

  ‘Yes.’ I replied, as I accepted her hand. ‘And you are?’

  ‘I am, Miranda.’

  My heart sank into my stomach.

  This was Frank’s wife?

  ***

  I sat on a stool by the kitchen counter, whilst Miranda filled up the kettle. I was finding it increasingly impossible to take my eyes of this amazingly beautiful woman. I have never seen anyone so drop dead gorgeous in all my life and if someone one day asked me to describe the beauty I was seeing before my very eyes, I would reply that it could not be done, for there were not enough words to capture the importance of this magnificent centrepiece that all other beauty within the universe revolved around.

  ‘Your parents said you would be coming tonight, so I thought it would be best if someone waited up just to make sure you arrived safely,’ explained Miranda.

  ‘Thank you,’ I replied.

  Miranda opened one of the top kitchen cabinets and reached up on her tiptoes for a pair of cups. My eyes nearly popped out of my head, as her nightdress lifted, revealing the curve of her cute little ass. She turned to face me with both cups in her hand. My eyes shot up from her ass, but a second too slow. I felt like that deer in the headlights of my car. Miranda regarded me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers, as she replayed what just happened in her head.

  I nervously avoided her gaze and she broke into a smile.

  ‘How do you want it?’ she asked.

  ‘What do you mean?’ I gulped.

  Miranda laughed out loud. ‘I mean the coffee, Nathan, how do you take your coffee?’

  ‘Oh,’ I laughed nervously. ‘Black.’

  My heart was thumping like a jackhammer in my chest, but Miranda continued on as if nothing embarrassing had just happened. She walked over to the boiling kettle with those long elegant legs and began to spoon coffee into the cups.

  ‘How was the drive up?’

  ‘It was long,’ I admitted.

  ‘You must be feeling pretty tired,’ she replied.


  The kettle boiled and she poured the water into the cups.

  ‘I am a little tired.’

  Miranda added a drop of milk into her cup, but kept her bright blue eyes on me the entire time. I tried to avoid her piecing gaze, but couldn’t stop myself from glancing at her long legs or firm breasts. They were like magnets for my eyes.

  ‘Well, we should go to bed once we have the coffee then,’ she replied.

  ‘We should?’ I couldn’t hide the surprise in my voice. The realisation hit me that she meant that I should go to my bed and she should go to hers. ‘I mean we should.’

  Miranda laughed again.

  She walked over to the opposite side of the kitchen counter and handed me my drink. ‘Thank you, Mrs. West.’ I muttered. The smell of her intoxicating perfume sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Miranda leaned forward and rested her elbows on the kitchen counter and something suddenly pulsed between my legs. I could see straight down the top of her low cut nightdress. My mouth suddenly felt very dry and I unconsciously licked my lips.

  I glanced up. Miranda was watching me closely. A faint smile split her lips.

  ‘Please, call me, Miranda.’

  ‘Of course,’ I nervously replied.

  My eyes fell to her breasts once again. They looked so firm and juicy. Something deep within the darkest recesses of my mind told me to rip open her nightdress and put them in my mouth.

  I could feel pressure starting to build between my legs.

  Miranda took a sip of her coffee. Her eyes stared into mine over the rim of the cup. I couldn’t help but squirm in my seat. No one had ever looked at me with such a powerful gaze before. I averted my eyes towards the kitchen counter to try and find something else to anchor my line of sight to. Holiday brochures for various resorts were sprinkled across the counter.

  ‘Planning on another holiday?’ I asked.

  Miranda followed my gaze towards the kitchen counter.

  ‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘Do you want to come with me?’ I swallowed down the mouthful of hot coffee and coughed. Miranda laughed. ‘That was mean of me,’ she grinned. ‘I just want to get away from my husband for a little while.’

  ‘You two are having problems?’ I asked.

  ‘You could say that. He doesn’t have time for me anymore,’ she let out a disappointed sigh.

  ‘I am sorry to hear that. Maybe the two of you can work things out.’

  ‘You are sweet, Nathan.’ She placed her cup down on the kitchen counter. ‘But my husband doesn’t even know I exist. It is a sad thing to say, but I hope his business meetings keep him away for a few more days.’

  ‘Mr. West is not here?’ I asked.

  ‘No.’ That angelic smile returned to her lips. ‘It’s just you and me tonight.’

  ‘It is just you and me?’ I seemed to stutter the words.

  Miranda stood up and slowly walked around the kitchen counter towards me.

  ‘That’s right,’ she confirmed. ‘And you know with, Frank, being away so much these days, I don’t even feel like a married woman anymore.’ Miranda stopped directly in front of me. ‘It’s been a very long time since a man looked at me the way you are looking at me right now,’ she reached up and took the cup of coffee from my hands.

  I squirmed nervously in my seat, as the pressure between my legs grew stronger. Miranda casually forced my knees apart and smiled at me. Her bright blue eyes lowered towards the bulging mass in my trousers and she ever so slowly began to stroke her fingers along the inside of my thigh.

  I couldn’t help but gasp, as her fingers stroked the bulge between my legs.

  Suddenly the phone on the kitchen counter rang.

  ‘Hello,’ said Miranda, as she picked it up.

  She listened to the speaker for a moment, whilst her fingers continued to stroke little circles between my legs.

  Hardness set in.

  ‘Yes,’ she chuckled. ‘He arrived a little while ago.’ I could feel my breathing getting heavy, as he fingers continued to massage the large bulge lurking in my trousers. Miranda listened to the speaker for a moment and winked. ‘Don’t worry. I will take very good care of him,’ there seemed to be extra emphasis on the word very.

  My heart felt like it might burst out of my chest it was thumping so hard. I looked down at her long legs. I wanted to touch them so badly.

  ‘It’s for you.’

  I looked up and Miranda smiled, she liked the fact that I found her attractive.

  I took the phone. ‘Um,’ it was the only word that came to mind. My brain was being swept away on a sea of lust. It was all happening so quickly. Miranda pulled down the zipper of my trousers. ‘Hello?’ I quickly added. Her fingers fumbled inside my underwear and she pulled my hard throbbing cock out through the open zipper.

  ‘Um, hello?’ repeated the voice of my father. ‘That’s no way to answer a phone.’

  ‘Dad, where are you?’ I asked.

  Miranda got onto her knees, keeping her eyes on me the whole time, and leaned her head forward. My heart bounced off the inside of my ribcage, as her soft gentle lips were pressed against the tip of my cock. I had to cover the phone with my hand, as a gasp escaped my lips. Miranda had wasted no time in taking my entire cock within her mouth. The powerful suction of her lips was drawing all my consciousness and awareness down between my legs. Her head began to bob back and forth in very quick movements.

  ‘We are still at home,’ he replied.

  ‘What happened?’ They were the only two words I could manage before I gasped again. Miranda’s bright blue eyes were looking up into the windows of my soul. She looked so beautiful that I couldn’t help but run my hand through her long black hair.

  ‘We got snowed in,’ explained dad. ‘All outgoing flights have been cancelled. I am sorry to say this, but it looks like we won’t be able to come up and see you at the lake house.’

  ‘Sorry, bro,’ yelled the voice of my little brother in the background.

  Waves of ecstasy began to rush through my body, as my cock pulsed within Miranda’s mouth. She was sucking me harder than I had ever been sucked. I squirmed in my seat, as the pressure between my legs rapidly increased towards critical.

  ‘Look,’ said dad. ‘Stay at the lake house and just relax. I know you have been burning yourself out with work, but this is a fantastic opportunity for you to re-charge your batteries and re-evaluate your goals in life.’

  I looked down at Miranda, as her head rocked back and forth along the shaft of my cock.

  ‘I agree,’ it was all I could manage to say before covering my hand over the phone again.

  ‘Excellent. Right, I must go. Your mother sends her love. So rest, relax, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,’ he chuckled. ‘Night, Son.’

  ‘Night, Dad.’

  I hung up the phone and released a long deep moan, as my cock exploded inside Miranda’s mouth. Unconsciously my hands reached out and forced her head down, as I pushed my hips up off the kitchen stool. My entire cock disappeared between her lips and my eyes rolled back into my head, as more explosions leaped forth from my cock. Miranda ran her lips along my entire shaft one last time before kissing the end of my cock.

  She swallowed the contents of her mouth and stood up.

  ‘It looks like I am going to have you all to myself for a week,’ she smiled.

  Miranda turned away and headed out the room. ‘Goodnight, Nathan.’

  I sat in the kitchen for a moment in shock.

  What had just happened?

  How had it just happened?

  But most importantly, why did it just happen?

  I smiled to myself. I think I was in love.

  * * *

  A bedroom on the second floor had my name written on the door. I was slightly disappointed not to find Miranda on my bed, waiting for me. I wanted to tear that sexy little nightdress off her body and make love with her until the sun came up, but that simply wasn’t to be. I closed the bedroom door and switched on the light.
The room was fairly large and had everything a man needed to survive like a bed, a desk and a chest of draws. I pulled back the curtains and peeked out my window, the view was of dirt road leading away from the front of the house.

  I dropped my backpack on the bed and sat down in the leather chair in front of my desk. My briefcase popped open and I took my laptop out and plugged it into the wall socket.

  A sigh escaped from my lips.

  How in the world did Frank have a wife that hot? And why in the hell was he not treating her in the way that she deserved to be treated? I would have treated her like a princess every single day. My greatest fear would have been losing her. Frank was a real fool.

  Miranda was undeniably sexy, but how old was she exactly? I am twenty-eight and my parents are nearing their late fifties, but I had heard Frank had a bit of a trophy wife. It meant Miranda had to be at least ten years older than me, but how could that be when she looked a million times more amazing than most twenty year olds.

  I still couldn’t believe that she, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in the world, had undone my trousers and sucked my cock in the kitchen. I should have forced her over the kitchen counter and pushed myself inside of her.

  Would she have let me?

  A window popped up on the computer screen. It was a text box from Lisa.

  ‘Hi, Nathan.’

  ‘Hello, Lisa, how are you doing?’ I wrote back.

  ‘I am tired. I was about to disappear off to bed.’

  ‘Don’t stay up on my account,’ I typed quickly.

  I opened up my e-mail box. There was nothing from work, but then again there was nothing from anyone. That was not unusual.

  ‘I will stay up for a few more minutes. Do you want to open my web cam?’

  ‘Sure.’

  A second window appeared on my screen. It flashed a few adverts about auction websites and then the image of a petite blonde woman appeared. Lisa smiled at the camera. She was wearing a red sleeveless t-shirt that clung tightly to her beautiful big breasts. The rest of her body was out of sight.

  ‘You look beautiful tonight,’ I typed.

 

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