Anya appeared from the bathroom through a cloud of steam. She had a towel around her chest and one on her wet hair. Feeling good, sexy and completely contened, she went back to the bedroom to dry off and get dressed. The sun had, by now, disappeared behind the tree lined hills on the opposite side of the lake and Anya wanted to go and explore what the village had to offer after dark. Totally energized, she dressed in her sun dress and sandals before drying her hair and heading out into the warm evening air. The streets were quieter than earlier as Anya made her way toward the village. Several people walked past her and she noticed all of the females smiled and greeted her, they were all happy. This was the place she had dreamed of living when she was young. Everyone was warm, welcoming and friendly. The pathway was lit by the warm glow of the street lights. As she walked past the houses that lined the streets she could see the centre of the village come into view. Anya could hear voices and music in the distance as her anticipation and excitement grew. The centre of the village was brightly lit, it was vibrant, a hive of activity. As she reached the village centre, Anya looked around, there were bars that lined the road on one side, the other side looked out onto the darkness of the lake and her eyes absorbed the mesmeric ripples of the water lapping at the shore. Walking slowly she could hear laughing and singing and looked around to see a karaoke bar sat between two restaurants. Anya smiled and headed towards the bar. That was where she was going to spend the evening. Walking inside, Anya took in how busy the bar was. She sat at a table just inside the entrance, scouting and looking around, smiling, enjoying her surroundings. Through the crowd she could see where the singing was coming from and as the bodies parted she caught a view of the person singing. Anya took a sharp intake of breath, her hand went to her chest and she gently bit her bottom lip. The person singing exploded into her mind, he stood out over every other person in the bar. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. She had an overwhelming feeling that she already knew this person, it felt so familiar. After he had finished his song there was a ripple of applause, some whooping and he went to sit down with the group he was out with. Anya ordered a drink and sat, eyes fixed on this man. Occasionally looking around, gathering her surroundings and totally obsessed with this guy. In the background of Anya’s focus, 2 or 3 other people got up to sing before he stood up once more and walked toward the microphone. The music started and there was again some cheering and applause. He started singing Wonderful Tonight. As he got to the end of the first verse he looked around and his gaze fell on Anya’s. Transfixed he completely missed the following line of the song before composing himself sufficiently to carry on. But his gaze fell back to Anya. Anya felt a warmth fall over her when their gaze met. Something stirred in her stomach, something deep and so intense. Their gaze was almost unbroken throughout the time he sang. When he finished, he placed the microphone back on its stand and went to sit with his friends once more, his back facing Anya. Her heart dropped. Was that it? She lowered her head and stared into her drink, swirling the liquid with her straw, feeling utterly rejected. When she raised her head it was darker, someone was blocking her view. “Hi, um, can, can I join you?” A voice said with a smile. Anya looked up and saw him standing in front of her. Her heart raced instantly, and she had to catch her breath. “Yeah, um, I mean yes, yes of course.” Anya replied with a grin so wide. “Great, I’m Daz by the way, sorry, I’m not that good at this kind of thing. Would you like a drink?” He replied trying to explain his obvious nervousness. “I would love one please, this one is getting a little old. I am Anya.” Anya smiled back as she nodded. Daz turned and headed over to the bar. Anya had to recompose herself. She could feel her face becoming hot, her whole body was throbbing with excited nervousness. “Deep breaths, C’mon Anya, get a grip.” She whispered to herself. On his return, Daz brought 2 drinks and a beaming smile. “Here you go. So, what just happened?” He said before he had even sat down. They both burst into laughter. “I don’t know, what did you do?” She replied, unable to hide her excitement. “I just noticed you and, well, this happened, and I never do this.” Daz admitted. “I haven’t seen you around the village, how long have you been here?” He continued. “Well, I have been here the grand sum of 2 days. I moved in to my new house the other day and I have to say, this place is beautiful.” Anya explained. “It is a beautiful place, for a beautiful person.” He said and again, they both laughed. “Sorry, that was such a cheesy line. So, where have you moved from?” Daz enquired. The pair talked and talked, laughed, giggled and occasionally brushed legs under the table. Which sent sparks of arousal through both of them. There was an instant connection. After a couple of hours and a few drinks, the bar would soon be closing. “So, I would love to walk you home but have to help pack away the equipment when the bar closes, I help run the karaoke here.” Daz explained as the call for the bar to clear was shouted by the bearded man behind the bar. “Its OK, I need to go anyway, its been a long but very enjoyable day, all topped off by an amazing evening, thank you.” Anya replied. “Can I see you again?” Daz asked, Anya could tell this question had been on his mind for a while. She nodded with a smile and they exchanged phone numbers. “And, um, just want to say. Um, ah, no, its ok, don’t worry.” Daz awkwardly fumbled. “No, tell me, what is it?” Anya pushed as she held his arm. “Um, I wanted to tell you, you have beautiful feet. That sounds a bit weird right?” He asked as he smiled. “No, no not at all. I love that.” Anya beamed as she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. They exchanged a kiss, hugged each other and Daz turned to help clear the bar. Anya stood for a second smiling, fidgeting slightly before turning to leave the bar. At that point Daz turned around. “Anya.” He shouted before running back to her. “Just go straight home, as quick as you can, get home, don’t get distracted.” He said seriously as he kissed her cheek once more before turning again and clearing the bar. Anya, a little confused by what he had said, turned and left the bar, still on a high from her perfect evening.   As she walked along the bank of the lake toward home, the lights and sounds of the village centre faded. The evening was warm, quiet and she could hear the calm lapping of the water against the bank. Anya walked briskly, keeping in mind what Daz had told her. But what did he mean? What was going on? It was at that point where she saw a glimmer in the corner of her eye. She turned her head left and out in the lake there was the same shimmering, glimmering light that she had seen at the end of the jetty and it was moving with her. She stared at it. It looked warm, glowing, welcoming, friendly. Then the vision flashed into her mind of her in the water, something coming toward her, the feeling was overwhelming, powerful, so sexual. She gasped and opened her eyes, continuing to walk toward home, breathing heavy, incredibly turned on and with every brisk step her thighs rubbed together causing the arousal to intensify. She had to stop before it became too much. Her wetness was evident. Standing on the path, directly below a streetlight. She turned to face the lake. She couldn’t help but be attracted to the beautiful, glimmering light in the water. The light danced in her eyes, hitting the very essence of her being, turning her on, beckoning her. Anya couldn’t believe that she was actually contemplating walking into the water, the warm, clear, beautiful water. What was happening? “Control yourself Anya.” She spoke to herself once more as she gained her composure, took a deep breath and turned to walk home once more. Her strides were speeding up, intensifying the sensation between her legs. The wanton lust that she felt was overpowering. The compulsion to touch herself, relieve the intense arousal she was feeling was irresisitable. Anya was fighting with everything not to stop as she turned away from the bank and headed up the path to the street, her house was now in sight. She felt exactly how she did this morning at the jetty and she had already decided that when she arrived home it would be the same outcome. But she wanted the water, she needed to be in the water. Unbelievable to Anya, she had reached her house. She almost burst the door open before running straight upstairs. Her dress and sandals were off instantly as she headed for the bathroom and started to run a bath. As it filled, she stood, looking into the mirror, her hands went to her breasts, her fingers squeezing her nipples, sending her arousal through the roof. Her eyes rolled and her eyelids closed over them before she released her perfect, soft moan of pleasure. Her eyes opened and she caught herself in the mirror. Seeing herself touching her body in the mirror sent massive sparks across her body. She was building to something big. A voice in her mind, faint, meaningless was saying “What are you doing? Stop this.” Before the sensations that controlled 90% of her mind shut the message out. The bath was full and Anya stepped out of her panties, discarded on the bathroom floor. Her slender leg rose and her toes touched the hot, steaming water sending more pleasure through up her leg and through her body. Her other foot entered the water and she slowly lowered herself down into the warm, comforting liquid. She slid down so it covered her whole body, just her face was outside the water. It made her tingle, like something was fizzing on her entire body. She let out a contented sigh before smiling and sliding her hand down. As soon as her fingers touched her swollen clit Anya arched her back, lifting her exposed, solid nipples out of the water. Her breasts were soon covered in goosebumps and she placed on foot on top of the other, rubbing her sole on the top of the other foot. Her breath was broken, aroused to a point that her whole body was quivering. Her fingers flicked, squeezed and caressed her clit before occasionally sliding inside her pussy. The water enveloping her body. Anya’s orgasm was building. As it grew, the visions of herself in the lake did too, something in the water, she didn’t know what, swimming around her, brushing her leg, building her body up. The visions flashing through her mind, her mouth open, her heavy breathing, her moans as she imagined this something in the water touching her skin. It brushed under the soles of her perfect feet and she immediately turned to her encounter with Daz earlier. Suddenly and overwhelmingly her visions were of her catching eyes with Daz, the feeling, the first conversation, how she felt. The feeling of trying to control the unbearable urge to grab him, kiss him, fuck him. Her thought turned to fucking him. What it would feel like, him sliding inside her, kissing her deeply. These visions sent Anya into the unmistakable feeling that she was going to orgasm. With a smile and the thought of her new man fucking her, she slowed her caress, everything slowed, her body tensed as the sensation of her whole being tingling started the beautiful feeling of an intense orgasm. She moaned loudly as the crashing contractions and pulses throughout her body completely shook her mind. She could see stars, Anya thought she would pass out as the brutal orgasm was not stopping. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.” She exclaimed to no one as the second wave hit her body. She shook, the water was splashing and she completely grinded her way through one of those once in a few years orgasm. She came hard for this man.