An Erotic Cornish Haunting

By Charlie B.

One day in the small Cornish village of Polmarrin a beautiful woman staggers into the Five Bells dressed in a white cotton dress and soaked from head to foot in seawater. Randolph Tremaine recognising her as his wife's best friend rushes to her aid but it soon becomes apparent that this is not her.
This woman who somehow knows him soon disappears again in the strangest of circumstances and so begins a string of amorous visitations and mysterious occurrence's that not only involve him but also his wife Becky and her best friend Josie.
Randolph has a lot on his plate as he becomes embroiled in a menage of both real life and supernatural seduction that has his head spinning as he seeks to understand what is really happening.
This romantic erotic story will have you tingling for more as slowly but surely matters evolve to a quite unexpected conclusion that will still leave you wondering at the real truth of it all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: May 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310123023

Charlie B.

Well my name is Charlie B but you already know that. I live in the UK, Bromley, Kent, any GR peeps close by, friend me by all means. I write hot steamy stories. Why, well because if it turns me on I hope it will do the same for you, guy or girl! For those of you that might be interested my web site address is www.dollhouse-books.com. all of my books are individually listed there along with synopsis and other interesting articles. you can also sign up to my new releases newsletter and receive a free short story Commecial finished, please read on! I write a lot, a book a month sometimes even more and I like to do something different every time. Sometimes the sexy scenes are part of the story and other times the story is the vehicle for the sex scenes but one thing is always present in my stories, Sex! Most of my stories feature women as the lead characters, I liker strong women, women who know what they want and go get it. They want men who can satisfy them in every way, who can excite and give then totally fulfilling sex. Women today have found their freedom, they want books that excite and arouse, they want a hot read that will give them a thrill and why not. Ah, but I hear you guys saying , 'what about us? Well I know what guys like, after all I am one. Fresh young women, cheerleaders, raunchy college girls that are naughty rather than nice. Older women that bend the rules, blur the lines because they are hell bent on satisfaction and they will do their devious best to get it. In actual fact, although there's a possible division in what I write, I think men and women will enjoy most of my books as many sit in the middle road.

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AN EROTIC CORNISH HAUNTING

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CHARLIE B.

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CHAPTER 1. THE FIVE BELLS

It was around 6.30pm when the clientele of Five Bells suddenly fell silent. An unusual occurrence for such a busy place but then so was the reason for it to happen. When the doors flew back with a loud bang, that was the first reason for the absence of chatter. When a beautiful woman walked through the door; that was the second reason, for she was wet through from head to foot. Her long, dark hair was plastered to her pretty, though pale face. Her white cotton dress was similarly soaking wet and was wrapped around her truly sensual body like a tight shroud. Her nipples were hard and clearly outlined by the clinging material of the garment, that due to its wet transparency, showed her long legs beneath its clinging surface.

Men looked up and stared in surprise at such a desirable vision, for such wanton displays of feminine sensuality just didn’t appear out of the blue in the small Cornish tourist village of Polmarrin. This wasn’t the French Riviera both in climate or fashionable terms. Women dressed like this were only seen on TV or in fashion magazines and so this trembling vision of feminine beauty caused heads to turn and the odd quiet whistle of appreciation as well as surprise.

Randolph Tremaine however was not awestruck; he rose to his feet in alarm, his chair crashing back onto to the wooden floor of the establishment as he grabbed his fur-lined jacket and rushed across the room.

Josie? What the hell. You’re soaked through. What’s happened for god’s sake?

The woman seemed to sag a little as he wrapped his jacket around her so as to protect her from the men’s prying eyes and she shivered, then smiled before closing her eyes and nearly collapsing to the floor.

Damn, he muttered, as he caught her up and carried her to a little nookery which had more comfortable seating, and once there he laid her down and shouted for a brandy which might help revive her from the shivering fit she’d then gone into. He’d hugged her to his body to transfer heat. She’d felt cold, really cold and he’d wondered if she had been in the sea because the sky outside was clear and absent of any trace of rain. He also thought he could smell the salty scent of the ocean on her breath.

Josie, what’s happened? Were you attacked? Are you ok?

Her big brown eyes had opened suddenly, bewilderment seeming to flee as she suddenly smiled up into his face once again. A smile that danced with gentle starlight glimmerings in its deep depths, however she didn’t answer his question. She just looped an arm around his shoulder and raised her lips to his. The kiss that passed between them was far warmer than her body and it sent a passion through him that went straight to his loins and caused his prick to swell despite his being a newly married man.

Randolph had jerked back from the kiss; his face registering surprise at this totally unexpected move on Josie’s part. She’d never kissed him before, well just a greeting peck on his cheek but this was a full on meshing of lips on her part and surprisingly he had found himself responding to her ardent mouth before he pulled himself together and passed her the drink the barman had brought over. She’d ignored it, not even reaching out to take it, a shake of her pretty head reinforcing her determination not to drink.

I’d better take you home, thankfully you’re warming up now, he’d muttered and indeed her body now radiated a heat that was once again causing his own to respond in ways he couldn’t believe or understand.

Can someone get the door please? he’d asked as he’d again lifted her in his arms and carried her across the floor toward it. He’d paused as old Tom yanked the door open; a slight breeze ruffling his hair. He’d nodded his thanks then left the pub. Fumbling at his pickup trucks door, he’d managed to lever it open then carefully lowered Josie onto the seat, his coat still draped around her shoulders. Her sensual body now felt far warmer than at any time since she’d crashed into the Five Bells. In fact, the heat emanating from it where his body and hers met was almost electric in its intensity and once again he felt himself harden in his jeans at the sheer strength of feeling that seemed to ripple between them.

He’d closed the door, met her brilliant smile with his own then, head down against the breeze, he’d walked around the vehicle, pulled open the door and raised his eyes once more to meet hers.

She wasn’t there. The seat was empty, his discarded jacket lying on the black leather seat, rumpled and yet moulded into a shape that had followed the curve of her now missing body. Staring at the seat in shock, the hair on his neck had prickled for a moment. He’d raced around to the passenger side again, opened the door before frantically looking both ways along the seafront road and out onto the curving pier of the small harbour mouth that had once protected fishing boats from winter storms, ….nothing. With a shake of his head he’d reached out and picked up his jacket, his hand shakily running over the fur lining. It should be wet from her damp body but it was bone dry.

Worried, he’d leapt into the cab, fired up the engine and gunned the motor as he sped up the winding hill road toward the family home. His only thought that Josie had slipped away while he wasn’t looking. That she had disappeared in the same sudden way that she had arrived and somehow that thought caused a shiver to go through his body.

Now, skidding to a halt he races up the outside steps to Josie’s flat above the garage. The door is unlocked. People in this village never lock their doors; that is the way it is.

Josie is his wife’s best friend, an artist who rents a small set of gabled rooms from the couple, and she has turned them into a studio as well as her accommodation. She has been his wife Becky’s, constant companion since their shared friendship while together at a Secondary School in South London and the pair are indeed inseparable even now, despite Becky’s new status as Randolph’s wife. When the couple had realised their dream and moved to the seaside Village to start their married life together Josie had quickly followed. Both jumping at the chance to re-join her friend of many years and had moved in to the converted garage flat adjacent to it as well as renting, with Becky, a small local shop to sell her work to the tourists that flocked to the little picturesque Village in the summer months.

She was doing well in that endeavour and had easily settled into village life while staying a little distant from the residents. She preferred Becky’s company over those she still considered to be strangers and that was strange because her early years had actually been spent in another village not far along the coast, though they were something she rarely spoke of.

True he had always admired the beautifully formed woman, her slim yet curvaceous body would cause any red bloodied man to wonder at the delights that would ensue should he be fortunate enough to have her fall for him. He had never considered anything more of the little flurry of sexual interest that she induced in him. He loved Becky, his wife and that was it.

Josie, Josie, are you home? he calls. No reply comes back yet her radio is playing some old sixties tunes. Josie loves that period music. Give her an old Rick Nelson album and she’d thank you for a week and play it time after time. He moves into the flat, hears the shower running and calls out once more.

Hi Randy, I’m in the shower, be out in a minute. Take a seat, comes her smooth toned voice. Now why does it send a shiver through him? Not of fear but surprisingly one of excitement, sexual excitement? These are new feelings trailing over his body, feelings that he seems to have no control over and it scares and excites him in equal amounts, though he has no idea why. He’d not ever felt them about his wife’s best friend before now, well not to this degree anyway.

When she appears he feels that sudden surge of interest re-surface. She wears nothing more than a big cream, fluffy bath-towel wrapped around herself. Her hair is perfectly dry as she pulls off her shower cap and it falls down