The Lake of Love (Adult Novel 18+)

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.