Cleared the dinner plates at Jean’s parents’ isolated farm in Tronçais forest. Eight days into our two-week vacation stopover. Heavy September air hinted at storms. Jean whispered about meeting at the abandoned neighboring farm, key stolen from parents. ‘Fifteen minutes, after shower.’ His hand grazed my ass. I laughed, promised to join naked, surrender to his demons. Finished dishwasher, showered quick. Slipped into blue checkered dress, no bra, no panties. Said goodnight to Jeanne and René. They thought we walked the dog for deer spotting.
Walked right instead of forest road. Path through golden wheat fields. Insects buzzed, swallows darted. Abandoned farm hidden in dip, trees shielding it. Legends of missing girls, demons. Perfect for our naughty game. Silence fell suddenly. No bugs, no wind. Cold bit my bare arms. Dress felt thin. Courtyard overgrown. Climbed black volcanic steps. Door creaked open. ‘Jean?’ Empty. Chilled moldy air. Dropped sandals. Slid dress off, then panties. Naked, skin prickling goosebumps. Tits hardening in cold fear. Crept upstairs, wood cracking. Heart pounding. Emptied rooms one by one. Felt watched. Turned slowly, hands behind back, eyes shut. Imagined his eyes on my small perky tits, smooth golden pussy he calls his ripe peach, tight ass.
The Stopover
Doors slammed downstairs. Thought him playing. Down to kitchen, then dark door behind massive fireplace. Hesitated at cellar stairs. Cold stone steps. ‘Jean?’ Low growl answered. Deeper into black void. Hand grabbed mine. Pulled into dark. Lifted me like bride, his skin ice-cold, naked torso. Laid on rough stone slab. Not table—a sarcophage? Hands pinned shoulders. Fingers traced face blind-like, hair, ears, lips. Down neck, arms. Over tits, pinching cold nipples till they ached. Belly, hips. Spread thighs, knees up. Fingered my wet slit slow, clit throbbing. Teased pussy lips, perineum, ass crack. Hand hovered, barely grazing up-down. Fucked me with air. Begged, ‘Fuck me, Jean, please, shove your cock in.’ Humped air desperate. His cold mouth sucked tits. Finally mounted, cold cockhead nudged my dripping hole.
The Transit
Dog barked shrill outside vent. Jumped, screamed. He vanished. Alone, frustrated, pussy aching empty. Fumbled out, dressed furious. Doors banged. Walked home raging at bitch dog. Jeanne said Jean and René left minutes after me to help injured deer. Clock said 9:30pm. Horror hit. Not Jean. Some thing touched me, almost fucked me senseless. Shower scrubbed phantom hands off skin.
Couldn’t sleep. Moonlit night, storm brewing. Rose barefoot in satin nightie, panties. Slid out silent. Dog fled whining. Sleepwalked path. Farm door opened alone. Stripped by ghosts. Halo lit me nude. Cellar pulled. Into crypt. Blue glow on sarcophage. Black fumes swirled legs, pussy, tits. Lay back. Shadows formed. Cold vapor fucked me deep. Hips bucked, clit sucked invisible. Orgasmed screaming. More monsters pinned, ravished. Lightning crashed. Storm raged. Vanished forever. Farm empty. Clothes found. No trace. Legends live. Don’t wake demons on your stopover.