He heard giggling and girls frolicking outside the kitchen. From a discrete hiding spot, he couldn’t help himself - he felt a faint excitement as it could only mean one thing. That she - lady of the house - now the ruling princess of all her domain - would be returning soon. He stood gawking at the ladies as they laughed and danced, their skirts swirling to expose their legs, their breasts jiggling and bouncing beneath their light summer tops. Tempted to make his way towards them, to take them and service their needs as he had done so many times before, yet he paused smiling to himself, thinking of her, hoping she would indeed return to visit the home of her youth. He missed her, while she was often stern and strict with him, he had always accepted his role and was grateful she let him remain in his modest stable room, alone to tend the manor in her absence. He had feared termination when the lords of her lands demanded she take up residence in her ancestral home - the palatial castle palace that bore her name. All her servant girls and ladies in waiting had been released from service, only to return when she visited. Their presence could only mean a visit was eminent. He felt his chest pounding in excitement, he must hustle to make everything perfect for her return, not knowing when she may ride up on her trusted filly.

 

He worked feverishly to clean the stables, fetched fresh hay, grains, and water from the spring. He swept and tidied his modest quarters. When he would pause for a moments rest, his mind would race, the temptation of her maiden girls was almost too much for him to resist. The sun was sliding low in the summer sky when he saw the puff of dust far down the long, tree lined road which led up to the manor. It must be her, nervously he quickly tidied himself and took a last look about the stables hoping it would meet her acceptance as she trotted in. 

 

Hearing hooves approaching, his hands were trembling, he took a few deep breaths to steady his nerves. She slowed her trusted mount as she approached, her body tingling from her long ride - the rhythmic motion rocking between her thighs a constant distraction. She smiled wondering if he would be there to meet her, she wondered if he would still look at her with those wanting puppy dog eyes, she wondered if he had missed her.

 

Her eyes were sparkling as he took the reins and led her into the stables, he knew she was taking a quick surveillance of the status of her stables - her horses deserved only the very best and she hoped he had not been slacking in his duties. Hmm… she thought to herself, looks better then I remember, she giggled with a devious snicker - no scolding the stable boy this summer’s eve. He stood by her side and offered his hand to assist her dismount. She trembled when his hands squeezed into her waist as she swung out of the saddle. She dropped to the ground, her legs a bit unstable from her long ride. To him their brief embrace seemed an eternity - he held her close, his body trembled, his jeans suddenly seemed too tight. His chest pounded, a tingle raced through his body, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, pull her body to his, and kiss her deep and passionate. But, alas, it was not his place, his place was to serve the lady and care for her beloved filly, nothing more. He dropped his hands to his sides and gave her a proper, respectful bow and took the reins to tend to her mount. Her voice was sweet music to his ears when she paused and spoke to him. She modestly gave praise for his care of her stables in her absence, and as quickly as she had arrived, she turned and headed off across the lawn. He sighed heavily watching her every curve and succulent backside swish off and away.

 

While hoping she would beckon for him later that evening, he knew he had much to do if he was to properly care for her filly. He washed and brushed her, combed her mane and tail, treating her to a fresh apple before preparing her meal of only the finest fresh grains. All the while, speaking aloud to her, telling her his fantasies about their shared master, and thankful his secrets would remain within the walls of their shared stable. The princess retreated inside and upstairs to her room. She dismissed her maidens, her room was perfect, but she desired to be alone.

 

Immediately she went to the window, the view was the best in all her lands for from this spot she could spy her faithful filly and catch an occasional glimpse of the stable boy who more than she cared to admit - was often the source of her delighting fantasies. A spark shot through her body igniting the delicious warmth she longed for as she spied him combing her filly’s mane. She could see him speaking and wondered what he was saying as he attended her. As she gazed out, the sky transformed with the colors of sunset. She sighed as slowly striped out of her travel clothes and slipped into her wonderfully scented bath.

 

He had spied her from the corner of his eye, standing in the window watching over them as the day slowly turned to night. He wished she would summon for him, summon for him to massage her weary flesh, to stroke his hands and fingers over her soft skin, to rub away the aches of the road. His chores finished, her filly resting, he retreated to his room, to have a modest meal, wash away the sweat of day, and to relax in the candlelight, pencil in hand sketching, sketching the fantasies only her luscious curves could inspire.

 

He was distracted by the flickering candlelight in the window up above the lawn. It had been so long since he had seen a light in her window, he couldn’t help himself from gazing through the darkness hoping to spy a glimpse of her. She felt refreshed as she stepped from the bath. She dried herself quickly, pausing only to admire her naked curves reflecting in the mirror. Reaching for her long, silky robe, she felt the effects of her long ride, she imagined the stable boy standing over her naked body, his hands relieving the tension from her weary muscles. Her body tingled with delight at thought, she moved towards window and smiled seeing him in the faint light across the way. She knew just what he was doing, sketching - was he sketching her? A small spark flickered now inside her as she remembered, she remembered the time some years ago she discovered his secret hobby.

 

Her mind rewound to replay the moment. It was the evening of her debut to the lords of her lands. She had grown into a beautiful young woman; it was time for her to be officially introduced to the world. The evening of the grand party, she had stood naked in this very window having just stepped from the bath when she spied him looking up at her. The same spark had ignited her then as she watched his hand working feverishly between glances towards her. Curiosity consumed her, was he drawing as he spied on her? It was the first time she had noticed him watching, she had blushed hot, she felt excited and a bit naughty, she had to know. That evening she devised a plan, a distraction, she needed to slip into his room to see work. It was easy, she instructed one of her lovely young maids to call for his help, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist coming into the manor to assist. When she saw him enter the house, she dashed out to the stable and slipped into his room. She gasped when she uncovered his easel, page after page of her naked form. She studied each one, some were quite flattering, others provocative, her heart raced, her body flushed hot. She dashed from the room with her thoughts spinning. To be his muse, the thought excited her, it would be her, no their, hidden secret.

 

She watched him watching her, she wanted, she needed him - his hands tracing her curves, her body, her flesh his canvas. Her hand slipped up her hip and onto her breast - wishing it was his touch. His heart pounded, his pencil paused, he could do nothing but stare, stare up to see her gorgeous form in the candlelight of her room. Her curves silhouettes through her sheer summer gown. His fingers trembled longing to touch, his imaginary brushes painting her flesh with delight. He trembled, his body froze, his eyes affixed to her when she let her robe open up, she wriggled her shoulders and the let the soft fabric flutter to the floor. She knew a simple hand gesture would be all it took, she motioned to him - come hither, come please me, come be my toy - naughty stable boy.

 

He trembled when her hand beckoned for him. He shook his head, his chest pounded, he was sure he was dreaming. Instinctively, he jumped up and dashed out into the darkness. He crept silently up the servants’ stairs and into her chambers. A single flickering candle was the only light. His eyes traced up and down her delicious curves, only diverting from her to secure the door. She lay naked, face down on the bed, no words were spoken. On her dressing table he found the special scented salve he had concocted specially for her. He dipped his fingers into the thick gooey cream and quickly rubbed his hands together, warming them. He stepped up to the foot of the bed and placed a hand on each foot lightly squeezing them. She moaned softly and her mind spun off to pleasurable delights as he slowly worked her feet and stroked with perfect pressure up each calf. It had been some time since he had touched her, and yet her body instantly remembered the pleasure of his wandering fingers roaming over her skin. Her spark ignited as she flushed steamy and hot. He moved with precision; she could feel her bed bounce as he shifted about, but it was only his hands for now which would touch her skin. He alternated both hands on a single thigh, moving between them he stroked and kneaded the soft creamy flesh, urging her relief, urging them slightly apart. She moaned not only from his touch but from the growing tingling craving, sparking hot inside her.

 

Slow and purposefully his hands continued stroking up her. Pressing firmly, swirling into the plump globes of her saddle weary backside, stretching and pulling them apart. A lone wandering finger lightly fluttering up between her cheeks made her groan and squirm with pending delight. His hands expanded, his fingers stretched out, his thumps perfectly pressuring into the small of her back. They slid ever so slowly up her back and onto her shoulders. She shivered, she felt his balls and throbbing hot cock for an instant graze over her thigh as he deftly positioned himself between her spread legs. She moaned as he brushed aside her silky locks and compressed his grip into her shoulders. His fingers throbbed and vibrated, squeezed and caressed the tension from her neck and shoulders - stiff and sore from her long day in the saddle.

 

He knelt for leverage; he pressed his hands with most of his body weight. He shifted, his chest covered her bottom his forearms stroked up her back, his hands reaching out and caressing over her arms, back and forth, longer strokes - she felt his chin twirl into the small of her back and his warm breath breeze up her spine. His hands stroked down her sides and back over her thighs, long repeating strokes, caressing and rubbing every inch of her soft flesh. She squirmed beneath him as her kitty began to softly purr from the feel of his pleasuring touch. His chest pounding and vibrating on her bottom ignited a soft tremor which wafted quickly through her whole body. His hands, outstretched fingers slipped beneath her, searching for, finding the delicate flesh of her breasts, fingertips pausing to swirl over her nipples sparked an aftershock of pleasure to pulsate through her body. She squealed and squirmed when his face burrowed itself between her thighs as his fingers fluttered over her nipples.

 

Feeling her flesh quiver, her skin tingle, her breaths quicken sparked him hot and hungry with the desire to please his princess, to service her needs, to make her pleasure his. His tongue darted out and danced over her delicate flower, buzzing like a bee on a flower, dipping in and out to extract her sweet nectar. Her hips gyrated slowly to the rhythmic probes from his hot mouth. His hands continued stroking onto to her back and shoulders, down her arms, her sides, a tease over her now perky nipples. He paused for a breath, pressed his hands to her hips and lifted himself up. The pounding of his chest rang loud in his ears, his body was hot and trembling, he gasped for a breath as his eyes looked down at her and roamed every curve. She shivered when he straddled her leg, she could feel the heat from his balls and his throbbing hardness graze onto her soft skin - his thumbs traced up each side of her spine. Up pressuring, down caressing, long repeated strokes of pleasuring pressure. Each upward stroke intensified her tingle, she felt the heat throbbing from the bulging head of his cock as it lightly inched its way up her thigh and pressed into the softness of her ass. 

 

Hot from his touch, wanting more, she gyrated her hips to match the pulsating motions of his throbbing tool. She shifted and wriggled beneath him, pleasure had consumed her senses, every nerve in her body was firing hot, her kitten purred loud, hungry to be satisfied. His hands grabbed her hips, they shifted in perfect synchronization. The throb of his tool became the focus of her massage. It stroked and prodded at the sweet softness of her bottom he slid it up to the small of her back, his heavy sack danced and bounced between her legs. With each thrust of his hips, he lengthened the reach of his stroke. He hesitated, he was trembling, she was hot and panting, the pulsating pleasure of his touch controlled her thoughts and sparked her desires. 

 

She rocked her hips, gyrating to encourage his vibrating tool. She trembled when he slid down between her thighs and started slow probing strokes. An electrifying shock stole her breath and made her quiver. The heat from the tip of his cock petted lightly onto her kitty, before quickly retreating, then repeating. Slowly it slid through and split apart her plump, slippery lips, until he pressed and pleasured, stroking with satisfaction back and forth over her quivering pleasure point. Quicker faster deeper harder he gyrated his tool - her kitten was a growling lioness now, hot and hungry, she moved her hips to swallow him up, and greedily devoured his cock into her hot juicy pussy.

 

Slow strokes were echoed by the movement of her hips, with each thrust the pace increased - quicker, deeper, retreating, advancing - her body beneath him squirmed and convulsed as her body exploded in delicious delight. He paused and licked his lips, his tongue quivered, his hands grabbed her hips and flipped her to her back! For an instant he looked into her eyes before his tongue fluttered and his mouth sucked in a perky nipple. He didn’t hesitate his tongue quickly slithered down her body and his face buried into her. He sucked at her hot, slippery flesh, his tongue probed and danced, his lips sucked as he lapped up the sweet cream gushing from her quivering kitty. He chased ever drop as it trickled down. She trembled and her fingers squeezed his scalp as his tongue swirled lightly over the plucked flesh of her ass. Back up it danced and fluttered, he sucked and devoured until he felt her tremble again with his fingers twisting over the peaks of her chest. She squealed and panted, shook and trembled, he paused and pulled his body up to hers, he kissed her neck and her mouth. They rolled in unison, her back pressed to her chest, his arms wrapped around her, the light of dawn began to fill the room as they both drifted off to sleep…