Something Wicked
An offer to stay at Angie's family getaway cottage in Maine had Ingrid on the road and nearing her destination. She hoped that the turning of the seasons would give her a new perspective and inspiration for her paintings. The cottage was near Seboeis, a little town in Penobscot County, overlooking Seboeis Lake. It was only an hour or so from Bangor and it was a very pleasant drive.
It was a sleepy little town, just starting to snuggle down for the coming winter. There was a bit of a bite in the air and a chill October breeze was just getting started. As evening was quickly approaching she decided to drive straight up to the cottage. She could spend the day exploring the little town tomorrow. It seemed to be the very essence of small town Maine.
Glancing down at the directions she left town down one of the small side roads. It wasn't to long till she spotted the entrance to the driveway. She turned and drove up the long, winding, dirt driveway flanked on both sides by maples and oaks dressed in their bright fall colors. She arrived at the cottage just as the sun was setting. She stepped out of the car and looked out over the lake, the bright colors of the sunset reflecting off the water blended with the vivid colors of the foliage. Spectacular was the only word that came to mind.
She slowly unpacked her few belongings from the car, spending most of her time gazing at the sunset reflecting off the lake. Her easel, paints, brushes and canvases were placed near the door so not a moment would be lost when the mood struck. The tingle in her fingers told her the mood was not far off either. Soon she knew the urge to cover a canvas in color would be overpowering. But for now the grumbling in her tummy was more insistent, complaining about a long overdue dinner.
She ate a light meal and explored the cottage a bit. The country kitchen with its big cooking fireplace she had already explored and there wasn't much more. The living room had its own impressive fireplace dominating one side of the room. Down a short hall were two bedrooms each with their own fireplace. Tucked away at the end of the hall was a small bathroom. Angie had said that the entire house had been modernized when the bathroom was added so the fireplaces were no longer used to heat the house. The living room fireplace looked just right to cozy up to on a cold winter's night.
Right now a warm fire seemed like the end to a perfect evening and soon a fire blazed merrily away. Hot chocolate in hand and wrapped up in an old comfortable blanket, Ingrid read the evening away. When her eyes became to heavy she banked the fair and snuggled back up on the couch. Her dreams were warm and pleasant that night.
She woke in the morning and discovered she didn't really have anything to eat. It seemed that she would be making the run to town sooner than she expected. A mischievous smile flitted across her face at the thought. If she had to go to town then she should at least dress for it. There was nothing quite like shocking a sleepy little town after all. She showered and dressed, first her white demi-bra and white thong followed by a short plaid skirt and a sheer silk blouse with just a few buttons left undone. High-heeled calf high boots completely her attire. She checked her reflection in the mirror and smiled. If anyone looked hard enough they would just be able to make out her nipples through her blouse. She giggled to her self, grabbed her keys and headed to the car.
It was not a long drive back to the town and it was small enough that she quickly found the small grocery store. In fact she had past it the night before. Nearby in an open field a small carnival had setup. "They moved fast," she thought to herself. She was sure that the field had been empty yesterday. She stepped out of her car and took a quick look. There were a number of different tents and some of the standard rides, and a large carousel dominated one end. The carousel struck her as odd, traveling carnivals didn't usually have such a large ride. She would definitely have to take a closer look now. One of her friends painted carousel horses and he would be sure to quiz her on it if she said anything. She couldn't see much from here but it did not look open yet.
She went inside the grocery and was pleased at the shocked look of the older man behind the register. He glanced up once, and then stared for a moment before turning bright red as she smiled at him. She took one of the small carts and heading down the aisle. She moved quickly filling her cart with enough to last her for a few weeks. She did notice that the high school stock boy seemed to be following her with the broom. She smiled to herself as a naughty thought came to her. She started picking items from high up on the shelves making sure her breasts strained against her blouse and her skirt rode up a bit. She smiled when she saw how big his eyes could get.
She turned a corner and saw just what she was looking for, a low open topped freezer. She walked over to it and slowly bent over to examine the meat inside knowing that her skirt was riding up revealing her ass to the young man. She paused for a moment making sure he had a good view. She stood and moved around to the other side and bent over again this time offering him a good view of her breasts. She stood slowly pretending to examine the package she had selected making sure he could see how hard the cold air in the freezer had made her nipples. She glanced his way and he was still as a statue his eyes wide with wonder. She smiled at him and moved back up one of the aisles.
She went to the register and the old man turned bright red again as soon as he saw her. She placed her items on the counter for him to check out . "Just visiting? Or will you be staying the winter?"
"Oh no, I'll just be here for a few weeks. I'm going to do some painting at my friend's cottage."
"I see, and whose place would that be?"
