Kidnapped in Dunvegan

6

It took a while for me to finally fall asleep, but then I was overcome with tiredness and the day's events and those of last night pulled me into a confused dream. Initially, I was observing myself watching Adam with the two blond women while they completely lost themselves in their passion.

Adam then appeared behind me and, while we were watching him and the young blondes, he pressed himself up against my back. His lips caressed my neck and his fingers stroked the sensitive skin of my underarms. His warm breath brushed across my cheek and his body radiated heat that warmed up my back. The tingling feeling that his touching triggered in me turned into an extended pulling sensation between my legs.

I lay my head on his shoulder and gave in to his caresses. As his hands embraced my breasts and his thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples, I gave out a moan. I wanted him to undress me – I was still wearing the dress from the party – so that I could feel his naked skin. The moaning of one of the women in bed got mixed up with my own. It was Kathrin who was turning from the thrusting movements of her friend's tongue.

My legs were shaking in excitement. I was like putty in his hands which were slowly making their way under my dress. I was overcome with desire as he lay his hands above my pussy. At that moment, he pressed hard against my back just as Adam penetrated Mel on the bed.

This somehow caused my mind to awaken and I tried to pull myself away from him, but he was holding me tight in his arms and pressed me against his broad chest. "I've won this game," he whispered huskily into my ear.

I turned over, thrashed about and hit out around me and then I woke up and gleaming sun light beamed into my room. Sweaty and dressed in silk panties that had become far too damp, I emerged from underneath my duvet which I had become entangled up in. I needed to take a good long shower to remove the heated side effects of this dream. Molly must have realized her error because the lace panties were no longer on my bedside table when I came out of the bathroom to get them.

"Did you sleep well?" asked Molly and gave me a non-committed smile. She gave me a quick glance and focused again on the breakfast. This morning we were alone in the kitchen.

"Is Adam already out and about again?", I asked curiously.

"He always looks after the distillery first thing in the morning. You should ask him to show you sometime."

My stomach contracted in disappointment, but I ignored this feeling and convinced myself that it was actually better that I didn't have to see him. "Maybe I'll do that," I said and took a bread roll from the basket.

"The cheese is from a farmer in the local area, you should definitely try it."

I did and it was really very tasty, full-flavored and nuttier than the sorts of cheese you find in the supermarket. "That was really good," I explained satisfied to Molly, who was wiping her hands on her apron that was tied around her hips. However, this statement didn't raise a real smile from the rotund woman, whose hair was going grey, either.

I guessed she was in her late fifties. Her face was plump and therefore displayed barely any wrinkles, but there was something gentle and motherly about it. She was no beauty, but perhaps she would have looked better with a different haircut than the frizzy short perm she had in her dark brown hair. This haircut had taken her back to the eighties back to a time when she was still young. She was still likeable despite seeming moody and terse. But if strange young girls were constantly wandering in and out, I would also probably not be in the best of moods.

I really wanted to talk to her. I didn't have anyone else here who I could have a conversation with, so I tried to ignore her dismissive behavior and get her to say a few words.