The Augustus Files

It was raining hard making it a dark and dingy morning. The wind and rain had been so hard it had woken me up. In this neck of the woods we were susceptible to gales. I opened my eyes in a misty room. It was very early. The birds had started to tweet, singing their morning song. I turned to look at the alarm clock. Man! Five in the morning! I flopped back onto the pillows groaning. I tried to get back to sleep but without much luck so I decided to get up and potter around.

For some strange notion I had decided to go out for a walk in the rain that had eased to a steady misty spray. I got dressed in warm clothes, wrapping up well. I pulled the hood over my head to keep dry, although I really didn’t mind the rain at all if it was not cold.

Part way down the road I came to an ancient forest. I loved the woods and decided to detour through it. I had always wanted to go through the woods at twigh light, or first thing in the morning. So I did. The patter of the rain on the leaves drummed rhythmically in my ears, the sun started to break through the clouds, streaming through the canopy of the forest.

I went deeper into the forest, the pine smell teasing my nostrils and the grass just putting the finishing touches to the senses. The mangled trees decidedly inhuman appeared to gape.


I sensed that I was not alone in the woods but was not afraid. I tapped into the telepathy that I had to communicate with the people there. Gradually as my eyes where more accustomed, I became aware of flitting coloured lights. They were darting here and there. I knew they were there because they let me know.


A tree imp scampered towards me smiling. I smiled back at him. I invited him to walk with me. So he did. We chatted about life and the universe. He was very small and slightly wrinkly, with protruding eyes and pointy ears. Although we appeared to be silent we were talking. I bid him farewell thanking him for his kindness, deciding it was time to turn back. He waved as I started back. I waved back, watching him walk back to where he came and as I watched, he looked like he was disappearing into thin air.

I got back into the house about 8am. I had not realised how quick the time had gone. It was a Saturday so I did not have to worry about work. I put on the kettle and decided to treat myself to percolated coffee. The telephone rang. It was James saying that we were going out for the day. I said ok and put the phone down. I took my coffee upstairs to the bathroom and ran a nice hot bath, adding in some lovely smelly “salts”, like a large grain that melted in the bath leaving a lovely aroma.


As I got into my bath I felt myself starting to drift. It felt as if I was being slowly drained. I reminded myself that I had gotten up early and just been for a long walk in the fresh air, it was bound to make one sleepy.

I had still not been aware that it was Mar’dalanda who had been really mean and not waited till he was asked, taking me as his own that night. It didn’t cross my mind because I did not see the light. I had had annoying thoughts running through my mind since then for weeks on end, of a blue light shining from me.


As I remembered our love making, my fingers went down to my mound. I played with my own hair, rubbing my clit, teasing it the way I liked and wanting to come but making myself wait. The excitement was too much but I held back. I had forgotten what time James said to be ready. I had given him a key to my house since we had been an item now for a few months, correction, eternity it seems.

I did not hear the front door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. I had not heard James knocking saying “It’s me.” As the footsteps came nearer he called me, “Heather!” He turned the handle on the door and opened it to the bathroom. I had not seen him standing there watching me masturbate. He took off his clothes and joined me in the bath and placing my legs around his neck, he finished off what I had started.


It was some time yet before we had gotten out of the bath. We had lazed there in each other’s arms after I had come; the orgasm had been long, one after another. I felt relieved and flushed as I lent back against his chest. He stroked my long hair. I languished in the feeling that was enveloping me.


I had decided to wear my jeans and a flowery top that fitted my torso moulding my breast so they jutted out. I put in red hair spray today and wore a nice shade of red lipstick that I had seen on the films. I had to hunt around for it for a long time in the shops before coming across it by accident.


We went for a drive along the coast. James was taking us out for a picnic by the sea and chose a spot on the cliffs looking down. It was wonderful feeling the ocean spray against the face, the wind blowing your hair back, tightening your cheeks to a healthy rosy colour. We climbed down the cliff face precariously to the sandy shore. It was not too steep or long, just very iffy.


I noticed a cave on the east side of the shore. I am not sure why, but I could not take my eyes off it. James pulled me the opposite direction glancing over my shoulder to the cave.
“Come on Heather,” he pulled me away, holding my hand.
Deep down I had a strange notion of a blue light pulsating at the back of the cave. Waiting.
I shrugged it off.

We walked the whole length of the shore. On the way back we decided to strip and skinny dip in the sea. It was cold but refreshing. I dived into the waves first, James following me. I marvelled at his being. He swam after me. Our laughter mingled in the air. He came up to me and grabbed me pulling me towards him. We kissed a deep passionate kiss. My hands wandered down to his throbbing member stroking it lovingly. We made our way back to the shore, falling onto the sand. His hands stroked me teasing my breasts; squeezing my nipples between his fingers he closed his mouth round one, then the other. He made his way down, teasing my clit with his tongue in the way that I liked using his fingers and tongue. I pushed him into the sand getting on top, placing my hands round his penis, putting it all in my mouth, sucking and licking him till the excitement oozed from the head. He groaned, “I’m coming!” I decided at that point to stop what I was doing and ride him. There on the beach, I rode him. His hands fondling my breasts as I did so. We both came together like the waves on the beach and both covered in sand.

The breeze had slightly whipped up so we decided to cover ourselves and go back to the picnic. He teased me endlessly with food, but I decided not to let him get his way next time, that I would make him wait. The breeze flipped the lid of some salad making it roll slightly away. As I picked it up I felt a hand on mine, but there was no hand there. Just air.

“Let’s go back James, “ I said suddenly. I looked him in the eyes. He quizzed me but did not pressure.
“Sure honey. Are you ok?”
“Yes, I am fine.”
“Come on then lets go,” he smiled at me. He folded up the rug that we sat on whilst I packed up the rest of the picnic things. We made our way back to his red ford fiesta.
He started up the engine and pulled out from the parking space. The cliffs edged away as we reversed out and turned round to go home. His foot went down on the accelerator once he had engaged gears. It was quite hilly.

We were fine until we had reached the top of the hill and he had to change gears again. I had felt a strong stroking sensation on my hands. I was enjoying the feeling that was sending sparks up my spine. I then realised that the stroking was starting to pin me to my chair the pressure increasing, holding me there. His foot seemed to be pressing harder and harder on the accelerator by itself. The car billowed out a puff of smoke before tearing down at top speed. It was like it had a mind of its own. James foot appeared as if it was stuck down on the accelerator and I was pinned back to the chair by hands that where not there but where. We looked at each other wide eyed. I held on with all my might whilst James tried to guide the car the best he could as the speed got up real quick, taking it round bends and corners, avoiding traffic. The car reached maximum speed, before disappearing in a puff of smoke in front of an embankment. Our arms went up to shield our faces as we apparated into darkness.