Fairytale - A Blue Lake Falls Novel

Chapter Three

"Sweeeeeet Home Alabama!!! Where the skies are so blue! Sweet home Alabama, Tiny cabin in the woods, I'm coming home to you!" Mabel sung her heart out and gave it everything she had even though the pitch definitely wasn't right and she could quite easily have made a dog howl. Music and singing made her feel free in a way her work couldn't, it left yourself open and exposed, vulnerable perhaps. She had a habit of easily losing herself in an engine rebuild but it didn't compare to the feeling of how the bass beats moved through the body to the rhythm of your heart. She loved the sound of a deep Harley Davidson engine as she rode the highways of Minnesota in the warm sun but it was music that gave her soul that extra bit of fire and oomph. She craved the beat of the music as much as she did alone time when it was just her and her thoughts, often settling for just having to listen to it play in the background whilst working. That was when a woman could grow as a person and learn to fill her own cup, being selfish and taking time for yourself. Without relying on others who had the tendency to just pour themselves a glass without refilling the jug. She was on her way to her Grandfather's cabin in the woods south of the Canadian border in Blue Lake Forest. It was a deep, clear forest with large spaces between the trees big enough for cabins and large houses with 6 or even 7 bedrooms she thought as she passed the first mansions on her way to her destination. Being here reminded her of what she came from and her roots to the land and the people who lived here. Nothing changed within these forests, there was a strong peace inside all those who lived and worked here. The seasons came and went, the animals are reborn to the forest and trees grow taller as the old ones fade away. A quiet cycle of life repeating itself as everyone else rushed past to reach their next chapter, but not here. Mabel drove past house after house owned by the rich and well known who left their homes empty and unused, unloved deemed Mabel. These were beautiful buildings with such intricate architectural detailing that one longed to admire closer however she wouldn't have a hope in hell of getting past the security gates and CCTV surveillance cameras that kept these forest gems protected and hidden from everyone. Fools she thought bitterly, why pay millions for a home and never live here to admire your surroundings and the tranquillity of the forest. Wasn't that the point of owning a home here, to escape their mundane lives and monotonous social calendar’s where false smiles and a shady deal is the currency to success. Fools. Mabel passed the large Oak Tree at the end of the road signalling only 5 minutes left until she reached her haven. Her cabin was passed down to her when her Grandmother passed away and her Grandfather moved into the retirement home for the elderly living with dementia. 

They didn't use it anymore and as Mabel was the last of the Roberts her Grandmother decreed that she shall be it's new keeper. She had left specific instructions on how to care for the home and its gardens, along with a full list of what decorations weren't allowed to be moved from their permanent place within the home. Luckily it was still early September and warm enough that she could enjoy this time away before heading back to her home and her business before the worst of the weather set in. You simply wouldn't want to get stuck in North Minnesota in late fall or the winter months unless you were born and raised here to love the arctic temperatures from dawn till dusk. No, Mabel's Grandmother to whom she was named after left those instructions for a reason and she followed them to the letter, she knew better than to question Grandma Mabs. All the locals, the true locals of Blue Lake Forest knew her to be both wise and knowing in the arts of the occult and when living in these woods surrounded by night time animals the silence can sometimes do more harm than good. "Always be prepared Mabel my love, silver and bane keeps the mind sane" was her mantra. Mabel didn't quite understand it when she was younger but now as a grown woman and remembering the stories her Grandfather had started to part with now his mind was slowing down. She knew there was truth to these words. At first they had shocked her and she truly believed they were playing tricks on her so she wouldn't redecorate her new cabin however once she stayed there alone and unarmed she soon realised every word rang true. So she tended the gardens, salted the border of her cabin, laced the wool around the trees with bells and kept her crystals on every window ledge in the cabin. Grandma Mabs used alternative therapy methods to treat illnesses, "It's herbal healing, my love" she used to say as she passed around the colloidal silver, her daily ritual over breakfast. Once Mabel lived with them permanently from the age of 5 she was raised to understand the power of flowers, natural ores and the moon for healing the body and the mind. Sadly however it couldn't cure all illnesses Mabel sighed as she pulled up outside her cabin. She opened the door of her truck and hopped out to unlatch the gate so she could drive through. Once parked up she made sure to secure the gate with the chain properly before unloading her truck and heading in for the night. 

"Why did I pack so damned much? I'm here for 4 weeks, with no one around. I literally could have worn the same outfit and no one would care. Stupid Mabel" after she had finished scolding herself and dumping her clothes into her bedroom and all her food and supplies which included left over Chinese for dinner into the cupboards and the fridge which was always turned on ahead of her arrival, she must remember to thank Gillian for getting it ready she thought quickly, she opened all windows to air the cabin and grabbed the white wool and scissors from the kitchen drawer and stepped outside to the tree line at the back of the cabin. It was routine and never took more than 5 minutes to do but it was starting to drizzle and Mabel didn't need to end up wet as well as cold. She unwound the wool and tied it to the nearest tree that grew inside the border fence even if it was a good 70 paces from the back door. She then proceeded to walk around the whole treeline that ran around the entire property and gardens, making sure every time she passed a tree that bordered the garden fence she wound the wool around the trunk before moving on to the next one to do the same. Once she arrived back at the start she circled the first tree three times repeating the phrase "Around times three, the trees protect me. Blessed Be" tying off the wool with a knot tied thrice as always. When she had finished she ran back inside and shut the door quickly before the rain started to seep in through all the windows. She went around shutting them one by one and making sure each window was locked properly as well before drawing the curtains, she was a single woman in the middle of the woods with no neighbours for at least a mile. "Better safe than sorry" she murmured after closing and checking the last window. Making her way into the kitchen she flicked the boiler on and the kettle, it was at this time she sent her silent thanks to her Grandma that she forced Grandpa into installing a good reliable boiler, full electrics and central heating. Thank the stars for the central heating and hot water she sang in her mind skipping through to the living room to turn on the stereo which had connected speakers in each room. Just one of Mabel's 21st century upgrades she had done to her cabin. This used to be their permanent home back when they were all still together in their prime so it made sense to get the mod cons when they could. Grandma made sure she got the best, that woman did love a good bubble bath she chuckled as she thought back through the years on her way to the bathroom. Offloading her new bath goodies into the cabinet under the sinks she purchased from that new place in town before making the trip up because nothing was stopping her from getting in the tub for a good long soak. "Well my old friend, we meet again" She started the taps and popped the plug in before walking back through to the bedroom to undress and change into her robe. The bathroom housed a large and simply gorgeous roll top Queen sized claw footed bathtub that Grandma rescued from an old Victorian hotel that closed around 50 years ago. She made Grandpa drive it home straight away so she could work on fixing it up. He didn't want her to even lift a finger, "It's my treat. If my wife wants a bathtub. Then a bath tub is what she shall have. I will make it fit for a Queen". 

The bathtub was placed at an angle in the corner of the room on the right where the occupant could sit whilst looking straight outside through the large coloured glass window and enjoy the view of the forest. It was a fairly large bathroom with a black and white tiled floor and off white silk painted walls. Another 21st century upgrade was the large upstanding chrome radiator that ran up the inner wall opposite to the bathtub. A matching large chrome mirror was hung above the ensconced matching his and hers silver taps Grandpa found on one of his antique shopping trips which were installed in a plain white marble sink countertop. Over the years Mabel had added her own touches throughout the cabin. In the corner opposite the tub of dreams sat a large chaise lounge against the wall next to the radiator, accompanied with a white table for her books and extra cushions. Sometimes before or after a bath she enjoyed just relaxing in the warm room before getting dressed. The pipes to the bath ran under the floorboards as Grandma complained of getting cold feet one winter so she ripped up the flooring, installed the whole system herself and retiled the floor all before Grandpa got home. "It pays to have a trade", she used to remind Mabel "Get a skill because then you can always pay your own way". Mabel had added a white towel rail she got from IKEA on a trip for furniture along with the bathroom rugs and under sink cabinets which housed all her essential products, shampoos, bath bombs, razors, first aid bag and the essential double A batteries. 

Mabel took off her robe leaving it on the lounger and turned up the music playing from her speakers, the one thing she made sure to have installed upon ownership, Wi-Fi. She stepped into the deliciously hot water and sunk down until she was completely covered up to her shoulders in glittery pink lavender scented water, it smelled divine. The lighting was just right in this room upon reflection as she glanced around, not too bright and not too dark. She took her body soufflé and started to massage away the aches and the grime of the day from her skin just as 'Raise Hell' came out the speaker. "Gotta raise a little hell" blasted out over the bathroom which had Mabel singing along, she loved this song. It gave her that badass kick she needed to stand her ground and keep her voice strong when it called for it, something she was working on, a lot. After about 30 minutes of relaxation she reached out of the tub for her friend which sat on the wooden stool she used as a bath table. Leaning her head back against the tub she placed her vibrator under the water and against herself. It has been a long day she thought, I totally deserve a little me time. Midnight Sky flicked on next, one of her new favourites to jam to at home after a bad date. Reaching for her breasts she ran her hand down her neck towards her chest, running her palm over the n****e until it perked up and started to ache with need. She turned on her bath time pal and started to run it over herself back and forth until she felt it wasn't just the water that made her wet between her thighs. Pinching her erect n*****s she moaned out into the room, pushing the length inside but only half way. She squeezed her breast fully before moving over to the next one, making sure to not leave them wanting. She guided the length back and forth inside herself whilst Miley sang about not needing a man. In her mind though was a clear picture of who she wished was f*****g her in this bathtub. 

Tall, 6ft 3 perhaps. Long dark hair, light skin and clean shaven most of the time. Occasionally he would leave some stubble if he couldn't be bothered to shave. Broad shoulders and a chiselled to perfection chest and abs worthy of an Olympus God himself, not overly worked gym muscles mind you but hard work earned one's through using their hands. Something she always dreamt of after reading it in a book, how the woman mounted him and poured oil over his chest, bringing herself to climax just through rubbing herself on his 6 pack alone. Hot and filthy thought Mabel, she wondered if she had the lady balls to do something like that. Probably not, piped up her subconscious so just dream of it instead. This thought had Mabel pushing the shaft in further and turning up the vibrations until she was moaning loudly and pulling on her n*****s to accelerate her orgasm. She saw him through her mind’s eye, his large workman hands around his thick c**k and heavy balls pumping himself whilst she slid up and down his body, using him savagely for her own purposes. "Yes, uhm, Yes Goddess" moans escaped her lips as she focused the tip on her g-spot, something no man had ever found despite constant tips on where to locate it. She brought her other hand down to massage her c**t in circles as the other pumped the length in and out fast and hard. Moans continued to escape her lips as she pushed harder on her c**t, pleasuring herself just as she knew she liked. She didn't have to worry about being overheard so she unleashed all the pent up s****l tension she kept inside her. The last thing she saw before she came with a violent bang and a scream filled with pure joy was her dream man's face, pure glowing golden eyes filled with unconditional love and unchecked lust begging her for more.