No time like the Present

“If it’s no big deal…”

You find your mind wanders to the ominous words of the man you asked for directions, and you can’t help the pang of dread that hits you. Maybe it would be best if you take his advice.

“Im not gonna stay there tonight though, I’m gonna go rent a hotel room quickly, then we can can head out.” John nods at that, giving you a thumbs up “alright, I’ll go grab the truck, meet you outside the hotel.”

John begins to walk in the opposite direction of the hotel, and you can see in the distance an old heavy duty pickup truck parked near the docks.

Before he gets very far you ask “wait, uh… where about’s is the Estate? Is it… by the lake?” Every fibre of your being prays that he’ll say no, that it’ll just be some random patch of forest far away from any water.

That small hope is dashed as John lets out a small exhale of breath, not quite a laugh. “What- oh right, you don’t know” John outstretches his arm to point north, across the expanse of black water.

At this small gesture, your stomach drops, and you can feel your face pale. John continues “the place is practically an island! It’s that stretch of land what separates the north and south lakes.”

It’s takes some resolve, bringing yourself to follow his arm and gaze across the water once more, though it’s an unnecessary gesture, you know what you’ll see.

It’s same dark stretch of forest rising across the lake, still just as uncomfortable to look at for too long. You don’t want to risk losing your lunch, and you quickly avert your gaze.

A part of you suddenly wants to reconsider this entire endeavour, at least until the morning, but you see that John has already begun to make his way to the truck again, and so you steel yourself, turn about, and make your way to reserve the hotel room.

A short time later, you throw your suitcase onto the bed of the small hotel room, small in your opinion at least, it’s apparently the largest they offer, and locking the door on that way out, you make your way through the lobby and toward Johns waiting truck.

“Not that long a drive” is relative it seems, as you sit in the passenger seat of the rattling truck roaring down the winding country road. It’s ten minutes before you hear Johns voice calling above the loud V8 engine, “About halfway now!”

You’re thankful for the trucks high-beams as you both travel through the thick trees. the road you travel could only be referred to as such in the loosest of definitions, and more than a few times you think it must be a dead end or a wrong turn before John suddenly pulls sharply into an L shaped blind corner.

You know you’re generally traveling the circumference of the Lake, as its sometimes visible through a break in the trees on your right, and the lights of the town visible across the water in the latter parts of your journey.

Your attention is eventually drawn forward as you feel the truck begin to go slightly downhill, and you see on either side of you the trees and dense brush begin to thin out as you approach the property. Moonlight seems to begin glimmering and reflecting on the ground in front of the truck, and you suddenly call out in horror to John “Hey!”

John slams on a pedal, locking the brakes as the truck comes to a screeching halt “What? What’s wrong?!?”

You gesture to the visible water in front of the truck, your face painted with an exasperated expression. “Woah, woah, woah, relax. It’s just some wetlands. Look closer.” John flicks a switch jury rigged onto the dashboard, and a roof mounted light bar suddenly illuminates the open area in front if you.

You can see more clearly now, a long wide stretch of marshland, the waterlogged area is rich with short vegetation floating and sticking out of the shallow water. At the sudden intrusion of light you see a tall Great Blue Heron that was standing in the marsh suddenly flee, and more than that, you see hundreds of fireflies and other insects, a few ducks, even a huge bull moose silhouetted in the distance.

Carving a winding path through the stretch of wetlands you see a raised, thin road, Constructed out of piled rocks and gravel that eventually reaches solid ground on the other side.

Looking north and south, you see the wetlands is loosely connecting both lakes, the view only split up by a few trees that valiantly manage to survive in the swampy environment. When you strain your eyes you can just barely make out the hazy lights of the town to the south.

“Like i said” John continues “The estate is practically an island. It’s mostly wetlands on the east side as well, it’s a great property barrier.” You can only exhale a shaky breath in response. “Don’t worry, we’ll reach solid ground again soon, nearly a thousand acres of it, and it’s all yours.”

You don’t give any outward signs of disapproval as John slowly begins you wind the truck across the marsh. The gravel road is barely wide enough to accommodate the large pickup, and even still you can tell John is traveling it slower that he would usually. A few times you swear you can hear the rocks below give way slightly, and you find yourself gripping your doors armrest for dear life.

Once on the way across you and John both jump as a violent sloshing of water can be heard to the side of the path, and you both sigh in relief as you see the same massive moose as earlier galloping deeper into the marsh.

You’re glad to eventually reach the other side of the wetland, but even in the vast expanse of solid land you now seem to be driving in, wide enough the you couldn’t even see either side if you climbed a tree, it’s still disconcerting to be completely surrounded by lakes and marshes.

It is interesting to look around you at the trees and wildlife covering the landscape, and to know it’s all your property.

At this point being finally on the estate proper, you begin to crane your head around, peering into the darkness to look for any signs of man-made structures. it seems you underestimated the sheer length of the property, as it’s still over a minute and a half before cultivated land comes into view.

The transition from forest to a wide clearing is a sharp one, and it’s not long before your eyes spot the enormous shadow of a building taking centre stage. From a distance the manor doesn’t appear particularly tall or wide, and is proportioned surprisingly like a normal house. Proportioned only, you think, as you realize you’re staring up at no less than 4 sets of windows towering into the night.

The grey stone mansion is distinctly victorian, slightly asymmetrical in construction, and with touches of stain glass visible even in the dark.

At the lowest point you see semi-circle windows peering down into a half basement. Further up, stately rectangular windows dominate the bulk of the first and second story. Centre in the gothic facade is two heavy looking wooden doors atop a set of sweeping front steps.

The third floor has pointed arched windows partially built into the fish-scale shingled roofline, creating a tall, dramatic roof. Further up from the third floor windows, the occasional smaller windows of the attic proper can be seen.

You don’t even bother attempting to count the chimneys sticking out from the roof, nor the subtle intricate masonry, carved by masters of their craft with skillsets that no longer exist.

To the right of the large front doors is a section of thin windows that jut out from the rest of the mansion, topped with their own thin roofline. The glass is made from a number of small diamond shaped panels, and they span the height of two stories, indicating a double height room within. Across the double height windows a number of creeping vines have begun to engulf the exterior.

The grounds surrounding the mansion are richly decorated with disintegrating statuary and loosely maintained gardens. The overwhelming theme for the trees and flowers is white, with white lilac bushes, roses, and Japanese silk trees making up the bulk of the landscaping.

As you look upon the dark and beautiful victorian mansion, a relic of a time long past, you can’t help but feel a sense of melancholy, and even a shred of nostalgia for something you can’t quite put your finger on.

The notice the truck has come to a park, and you glance over to John who’s gently tapping the steering wheel and staring at the floor with an unreadable expression.

Hey everyone, i hope you’re all enjoying this thread so far, i know it’s just allot of build up right now as usual.

I hope you all like the atmosphere, I know it’s an unconventional one for a porn story, but I’d like to hear what you think about it!

Sidenote: for anyone who wants a better idea in their head regarding the properties size, not including the marshland it’s intended to be around the size of Central Park in NYC