The new friend

[Wulfie]

A very rushed Lair Productions 'short'.

It had been a year since the last Meet and here I was again, at that magic place, the first arrival with no 'outsider' to spoil that special 'time' which was there for a whole weekend and was only to be shared with a few kindred spirits.

I'd read that if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. For the next seventy two hours that world and those people were to be shut out and it felt good as I wandered through the empty hotel and out into the rear garden.

The drizzle had given way to blue sky and for the first time that day the sun was out and all was well. Almost all was well.............no one else was in the garden but I had the feeling I was not alone. Everything was almost the same as the previous years, the logs where the ladies had posed, the pergolas, the trees, the fishpond. I then realised that the old tree stump was different. There was a new statue.

I was most intrigued. It was not something I'd have at home but here......

The statue was of a female Satyr, and as I admired her breasts, thoughts came to mind of sex and of different positions on how to penetrate this creature would she be alive. After all Satyrs are supposed to be lustful, drunken woodland beings. I was aware that I was grinning to myself and reality kicked in as I glanced round to make sure nobody was watching. Being caught standing in front of a statue with a hardon could be misconstrued by the young female staff and could be seen as a little odd.
Wishful thinking which I immediately blamed on my meds as not a drop of Gwatkins had yet passed my lips.

She moved, I was certain that she moved and then, right before my eyes....

Thoughts of 'Ooooh crap' sprang to mind as I tried to move but found myself transfixed to the spot.

It then spoke in a soft melodic voice made all the more attractive with a French accent...........


"Hello Wulfie, don't be frightened, you're not dreaming. This is the one special weekend of the year that I come alive and your every wish is my command."

The great weekend to be just suddenly got even better.

Fin

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