After a long, relaxing sleep, Anya woke, in her bed, to the sound of a neighbour mowing their lawn. Anya could see the sunlight illuminate the lake beautifully as she rose from her bed wearing her panties and a tank top. She smiled as she took in the splendour of her new surroundings. It was Saturday and she wanted to explore! Anya got dressed in her shorts and a vest top before sliding her perfect feet into her flat shoes. The sounds of the lawnmower close by still filled the air but in a comforting, relaxed neighbourhood sort of way. She left her house and started to walk along the street. Most people she passed would greet her with a smile and a good morning. Everyone was so friendly, too friendly perhaps! But she felt comfortable, safe and with a smile, she bounded along until she reached the right turn to take her down to the lake. Waking through the path, Anya could see the glimmering ripples of the lake through the tree lined walkway. The path was about 100 yards long and every footstep filled her with more excitement of how she was going to explore this place. Eventually she reached the end of the path and the lake spread out in front of her. To her left and right there was a path that ran along the bank of the lake and as she looked left she could see a marina with a couple of buildings and some boats moored, there were people on the path, some taking a walk, others jogging and some walking their dogs. A little closer was a jetty extending out about 25 yards into the lake. It was closer than the marina so with a smile Anya turned left and started walking towards it. Almost everyone was smiling and greeted her as she passed them. It did occur to Anya that this was a little weird but maybe she just wasn’t accustomed to life in a lakeside village. As she approached the jetty she could see a gate at the shoreline, it was wooden, in fact the whole structure was made of wood. It was old, but not falling apart, it was solid and she couldn’t wait to walk out into the lake. Opening the gate Anya realized that there were small gaps between the wooden slats so she could see the glistening water underneath her feet. The jetty was lined with hand rails on each side so she wasn’t fearful of falling in. Halfway along the jetty, Anya turned around to look at the shoreline and the village beyond. It looked beautiful and she threw out her arms to fully absorb her new home. Walking backwards she took a few more steps before turning around and walking to the end of the jetty. Once at the end, she took in the silence and the stillness of the water. The end of the jetty was open, there was no hand rail there so she sat down, legs crossed, closed her eyes and absorbed the sun, the silence and the smells all around her. She took a few deep breaths and her mind wandered to her shower the previous evening. Biting her bottom lip she smiled and chuckled to herself as the feeling of taboo and naughtiness came over her. It was out of character for Anya to do that sort of thing but the thoughts still made her feel good. After several minutes, Anya decided to slip off her shoes and dangle her feet of the edge of the jetty, her knees bent over the very edge of the wooden slats and the tips of her toes just reached the water. Smiling once more she laid back and swung her feet over the water, her toes just covered by the waterline. The cool liquid, tickling her toes. So relaxing, so tranquil. Under Anya’s soft, wet, perfect soles an unspeakable evil stirred. Long had it tormented this peaceful village, trapping its inhabitants. Luring them into the lake, possessing them, mind controlling them. Using their energy to keep it alive, to grow, to manipulate the village. In the water, as Anya swung her legs, directly beneath her soft feet a glittering, pulsing white light emerged. Pulsing, sparkling, flashing. She lay on the edge of the jetty, she felt so relaxed, so content in her new surroundings. Thinking of what she would do this afternoon, perhaps explore village, go into the nearby town for groceries. Then she felt something brush the sole of her right foot, it sent sparks of electrically charged pleasure through her leg as it started to spasm involuntarily. “Oh fuck. Oh shit.” She exclaimed as she shot up, brushing her hair behind her ear as she looked into the water. The water was still, clear, she could see to the bottom, about 5 or 6 feet. Her eyes darted around the lake bed, trying to find whatever touched her foot, which still tingled as she sat, kneeled, soles bared behind her, staring into the lake. The her eyes caught sight of a glistening, pearl like, white glow. Pulsing, flashing, piercing.  Anya’s mouth dropped open, eyelids grew heavy and she was mesmerized by the glowing light. Feelings immediately washed over Anya. Her whole body tingled with excited arousal. Her nipples grew so hard and her pussy became hot, wet, burning with lust. Her toes curled as her breathing became heavy. The only thing that snapped her away from this beautiful feeling was a gull flying over that sqwarked. She threw herself back onto the jetty, on her elbows, breathing heavily. She could see the water bubbling as she fumbled to put her shoes back on. She desperately wanted to look back into the water, to feel the sensations, see what was in the bubbles. Anya wanted to jump in to the lake. But her rational mind brought her back to her senses and she stood up, started to run back to shore and the comfort of land, trying to surpress the intense, erotic, burning arousal that was rocking her whole body. Reaching the gate, Anya stopped, out of breath and turned to look back. The lake was still, tranquil, calm. There was nothing there. “I need to get home.” She said aloud to herself and hurriedly walked back to the sanctuary of her new house.   Fumbling her key in the lock, Anya flung her front door open and jumped inside. She kicked off her shoes immediately, her perfect feet, soft and still damp from the lake, while at the same time unbuttoning her shorts and letting them fall to her ankles before stepping out of them. She lifted her vest top up and over her head and threw it to the floor. She need a release, it was too much. She ran upstairs, discarding her bra as she did. Her panties were the last of her clothes to be removed as she entered the bedroom, throwing herself on the bed. She lay on her back, still breathing hard, swallowing nervously and excitedly at the same time. Her hands went to her breasts, her nipples were hard and she liked the feeling of her fingers brushing over them. She could see out of her full height window as she lay there. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the lake. Still, silent, calm. Her thoughts immediately turned to what had happened on that jetty and her right hand moved down to her stomach and further to find her soft, smooth pussy. Anya let out a breath that was only just short of a moan as she felt her wetness with 2 fingers that slid between her labia. Even she was surprised with how wet she was. She lifted the 2 glistening fingers from her pussy and slid them into her mouth. Her eyelids closed and this time she did moan as she tasted herself. She savoured the taste, she didn’t do this. Soon her fingers returned to her pussy and found her swollen clit. As soon as she felt the touch her body squirmed and jolted in response. “Fuck I’m losing control.” She whispered aloud as her body was on fire, burning with a wanton desire. As Anya started to flick, rub squeeze her clit, her mind was filled with that pulsing, glowing glittering light in the water. Then the feeling of her foot being touched and her body’s reaction. Her naked body lay spread out on the bed. Grinding, squirming, spasming to her beautiful touch. Her moans getting more laboured as her desperate release grew closer and closer. But she couldn’t stop focussing on the water, the sensations that hit her, her shower. Anya’s body moved sensually on the bed, dancing to the touch of her fingers. She pinched her nipples sending sparks through her. “Yes, fuck yes, here it comes, fuck me.” Anya said aloud as the feeling of intense pleasure was too much for her body to control. Her orgasm would be strong, intense, mind blowing almost. As she crashed over the edge and willingly surrendered to the warm overpowering sensation of the body shaking orgasm, her muscles froze for a second. The height of pleasure had gripped her as her eyes opened wide, as did her mouth. She pulsed, shook, moaned exquisitely and arched her back as the release felt wonderful and Anya’s mind was so focused on the lake. It made it even more intense. The more she thought about it, the more it drew out the beautiful orgasm she was experiencing. Her hand left her nipple and 2 fingers plunged into her pussy. They curled up and she started massaging her g-spot perfectly. “Ah this is so good.” She shouted out as the waves grew again, filling her body with that tingle, that sensitivity and the pulsing that the orgasm brought to her body, the pulsing felt amazing. Anya’s toes would spread before scrunching up, wrinkling her soles as she completely lost control. Her legs spasmed, flexed, crossed and squeezed. She would do anything to make this feeling continue. She would stay in this state for a couple of minutes. As the orgasm slowly started to subside, Anya’s body lay spread on her bed. Still moving sensually in the bed, her body was still so sensitive and she liked the feeling of the sheets on her skin. Feeling so relaxed, Anya drifted off to sleep. Vulnerable and beautiful, her naked body would sleep for some hours.   When she woke, it was dusk, the lake looked beautiful. Anya couldn’t believe what she had felt earlier but needed to shower, she would disappear into the bathroom, her moans of orgasm would once again fill the bathroom as the water of the shower took over again.