My parents had recently passed away and I was there to handle their affairs and sell there little cottage in the trees. My name is Jester Wright, but just call me Jess. It was late October, well almost the end, just a few days til Halloween, and the weather had already started to make it's turn for the worst.
I spent my days in the cottage, packing and getting everything ready for a sale, an auction actually to help me take care of everything at once. The old place sat on about 30 acres and had a wonderful herb garden in the back of the cottage. It was just to far back in the woods for my tastes and beside I didn't want to be trapped back in this lonely old place for very long.
My nights we taken up at a local bar just on the outside of the town, not much action there but it was the only place even open much after dark. There were a few locals that stopped by, but most of the people I had known were already gone to greener pastures. So there weren't a lot of people to talk to or help pass the time. Time moved really slow in this little burg.
One night about three days before the auction, Halloween night to be exact, when I was getting farther behind in organizing the items in the house, I had decided to give up for the night and drown my sorrows so I headed down to the bar, finding my little corner of the world in a booth near the back.
While emptying another bottle of cheap tequila I hear a voice from behind me, "Hello, care to share a little of that with a stranger?"
Looking back I see a vision, a petite brunette in a long flowing dress and a lacy scarf around her shoulders. Looking around the room it is as empty as I have always seen it, the bartender Jeff is even sleeping at the bar with his head down on his arms. I stand and say, "Of course, I didn't even see you come in, sure have a seat I'll get you another glass."
She slips into the booth and I go to the bar, not wanting to wake Jeff, I just reach back and find another glass and head back to the booth. Sliding in beside her I pour her a shot and turn to her, "I am Jess, nice to meet you, are you a local?"
She looks up from my pouring and answers, "Yes, I am Brandy, Brandy Manchester, I live in the old house at the top of the hill. I am happy to meet you also." She takes the glass and throws back the shot of cactus juice and then smiles my way.
She is small as I said and the prettiest, curly brunette hair and the most amazing light gray eyes I have ever seen. Her skin is white as ivory, and when I take her hand for a shake it is as cold as you would expect ivory to be on such a cold night. We sit for a long time and talk, her listening to my tales of travel and the exploration of life that I had recently been on.
I told her of my beginnings in this tiny town and my strong desire to get away and never return. Had it not been for the demise of my parents I would still be on that road leading away to places far beyond. The night grew older and it was quickly time for Jeff to close the bar, oddly enough he had been asleep the entire time we had sat and talked.
Without waking him we decided to just leave and I asked if she would be back the next night. She responded with something that made my heart jump, she said she didn't want this night to end just yet and wondered if I could take her back to her place. She offered me some wine and a fireplace to warm before I had to go back to my lonely little cottage in the woods. I leaped at her invitation and we headed to my car.
Driving up the hill to the Old Manchester Place I remember that it was always the one house that people stayed away from when I was growing up, heard lots of stories and tales about ghosts and strange goings on behind those stone fences surrounding the place. But tonight it had much more interesting possibilities. Pulling into the drive and past the massive gates that, closed would keep out the most determined of visitors and up the long road to the house.
The house looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time, seeing the concern on my face I assume, Brandy speaks up with, "I know it doesn't look like much, but all the renovation has been on the inside so far, will take care of the outside when I have the place the way I want. Besides, it keeps the locals away while I work."
Going through the big oak doors is like stepping back into time, the inside of the house is wonderful and lavish. Brandy has done a great job on with the renovations. Everything looks new, well if it was the early 1900's I guess, not my style but very impressive, there is even a nice fire in the very large fireplace. "Make yourself at home by the fire and I will get some wine." She steps out of the room and I make me a spot on the couch next to the fireplace.
Brandy returns to the room with the wine and sits on the floor at my feet, pouring a glass for me. Then she sits back and waits as if she is seeking my permission to get herself some wine. Obliging her I say, "Pour yourself a glass and lets enjoy the moment." She sips the wine looking into my eyes and then places the glass on the little table next to the couch and rises to her knees. As she keeps looking into my eyes and slowly starts to remove the clothes she is wearing,
She gets down to a pretty matching set of bra and panties and a very lovely silk corset, that ties. She slowly starts to untie the silk strings holding the corset together and I reach out and stop her, never having had sex as my partner wore such undergarments.