Her Return
Phew, she thought as she plopped down into the overstuffed chair in the corner of her room. The last bright rays of the afternoon sun streamed through the lace curtains covering her windows. Exhausted from days of packing, she needed a moment to herself, a smile warmed her face as she reminisced about the memorable moments of her past. While somewhat nervous, she was excited to return to her childhood home, to the place she called home, to the place that held so many wonderful memories. She flushed warm with delight as her mind drifted off to thoughts of him. For some reason, unbeknownst to her logical thought, he always seemed to enter her meditations. Girlhood crush, mentor, friend, thorn in her side, or lover - she never knew quite how to classify the stable boy whom she had known for so long. Much older and yet somehow, he always understood her, was always there to comfort or console, or to simply be her escape from the burdens of her position. Her mind spun off with memories as she wondered how he would receive her once she took up residence in her family home and once again became his employer. She wondered if her long absence would make a difference, she wondered if his eyes would still caress her curves, she wondered if his hands would still pleasure her weary muscles, if the heat of his body and mouth would still devour her flesh.
He peered over his glass as he sipped at his beer, his eyes roamed the curves of the kitchen maidens as they giggled and frolicked about the pub on their evening off. His mind slowly undressing them, his fingers twitched to caress their soft flesh, his unsavory thoughts made his pants grow tight. Too much drink, his mind was in a fog, he sighed admitting to himself he was too far gone to act on his desires. Earlier he had overheard the damsels cackling of her return, it all made sense now – the flurry of activity in her estate – the cleaning and preparations – he believed she was indeed returning to take up residence in her palatial childhood home. He wondered how he would react, his groggy thoughts were of lust and debauchery – wanting to devour her, to please her womanly desires, to caress his hands over her flesh, to make her pant with passion. What little logical thought was left in his beer-soaked brain demanded he simply act like a gentleman and the best, most loyal employee he could be. Her family and herself had been good to him – entrusting him with the care of their horses and the grounds of their estate. They had given him a home and a purpose and treated him kindly, almost as a member of their family, He was grateful and owed her and the memory of her elders the utmost respect.
As his eyelids flickered open, they had to squint against the bright rays of sun streaming into his humble quarters. His head pounded from last night’s drink. Ugh he thought, so much to do to prepare for her arrival. He had spent too much time chasing the village lasses, satisfying his desires with their nubile bodies, too much time drowning his sorrow for her absence. It was time to show his maturity, it was time to get back to work so her stables and grounds were immaculate for her return. His mind spun off as he struggled to open his eyes. Thoughts of her made his cock grow stiff as he struggled to awaken. Hmmm, just a moment more he thought, fantasy consumed him – he imagined her silhouette standing in the window, candlelight flickering behind her – the luscious curves of her body evident through the sheer, lacy white fabric of her gown. The faint sparkle in her eyes as they peered down to his window, the sexual tension as their eyes met through the darkness. He wanted her, he needed to feel her body and the heat of passion as they melted together.
She felt a bit anxious - she watched the dust settle as the caravan carrying her belongings departed for her estate. Her body twinged with a flash of excitement as in a few short days she would once again trot up the long, tree-lined drive to her childhood home. She sighed deeply and let her thoughts drift off. She stroked her hands lightly over her body as she imagined the moment that he would grab her hips to assist her off her trusty steed. The warmth of his body as hers slithered down rubbing against him, the compression of her breasts into his chest as she landed softly on her feet. The instant when their eyes met, the desire for their lips to spark together. Her raw passion, her desire overwhelmed her – enough already for being a lady, enough of the pomp and circumstance of decorum, enough of the caring of what others thought or about what was proper – she wanted, no needed him – needed to feel him again like the first time. That time when the young girl had become a woman, that summer day when he appeared from the forest as she swam naked in the pond; how he held her towel as she emerged from the refreshing coolness. The feel of his eyes caressing over her curves as she approached, her own boldness as she pulled the towel from his fingers and tossed it to the grass. Her fingers tugging at his shirt as she pressed her glistening wet body onto him. The tingle in her flesh when his arms wrapped around her, his fingers pressing into her buttocks, the swell of his groin throbbing on her abdomen, the spark of his lips as he stole her breath with a kiss.
As she sat reminiscing, she stroked her hands over her breasts, her fingers slithered down and squeezed between her thighs. Her body tingled; a soft moan emitted from her lips as her body flushed hot with excitement. The hours until she would ride into the stables which were his home seemed like an eternity now. She longed for his touch, his lips, his tongue twitching upon her ripe fruits, lapping and slurping the sweet nectar of her blossoming flower. Her body was hot with excitement as her mind spun with fantasy; she longed for the pulse of his hot, hardened shaft splitting her petals, sliding in deliciously, stretching her slick insides. As her fingers pulsated firmly over the softness between her legs, her mind wandered back to that hot, summer day when she pressed her naked body to his for the first time.
He was hot and sweaty from his labors, tidying the stables and manicuring the lawn and gardens surrounding her estate. Whew, he thought he needed a break, a moment to relax. The sun was sweltering hot, he knew the perfect place – he headed through the woods until he came to an opening in the trees. The sunshine sparkled off the rippling surface of the pond – he stripped off his shirt and sat down in the grass – the twinkling surface hypnotized him – he smiled remembering as his mind drifted off. This was the very spot – the same place where he first saw her as a woman – the spot where she emerged from the depths – like a mythical mermaid – droplets dripping off her curves as she sauntered up to him. The swell in his shorts made him shift about to get comfortable – he leaned back, turned his face to the sun and let the sweet memories of that moment fill his head.
A mischievous smile was painted on his face as he watched her emerge from the depths of the spring fed pond. The coolness of the water had made her nipples hard, and her skin was littered with goosebumps. Sunlight glistened off her dripping wet skin, his eyes traced every subtle curve of her body. His thoughts sparked with desire, once the little girl and the mischievous teen who played tricks on him and who purposefully messed up the neatness of the stables and perfection of the gardens entrusted to his care – had indeed become a woman. She smiled at him and yet made no effort to conceal her nudity as she slowly sauntered towards him. Quickly, he grabbed a towel to cover her exposed delights, but she snatched it from his grasp and tossed it aside. She pressed in to feel his warmth, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her, and his fingertips squeezed into the fleshy mounds of her backside. Her kiss ignited his desire, he felt himself swell with excitement and press into her as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. His mind was spinning – he shouldn’t, he couldn’t – his hands pushed her away. Startled, her fingers tore at his shirt and pulled at his trousers – she wanted him, needed him – she needed him to make her a real woman – here and now – in the grass under the hot summer sun. Sensing her desire and his own pent-up lust – he once again pulled her close and they tumbled into the softness of the grass. Their lips locked with the passion of a lover’s kiss; his hands rubbed over her as she dug her fingernails into his scalp to hold him close. Panting hot they broke their kiss to gasp for air. She shivered as his lips kissed down her neck – shuddering as his tongue darted out to taste her flesh. Flickering downward, his hot mouth found the stiffened peaks of her breasts, the hot suction of his lips on her nipples ignited a spark inside her. She squirmed as his fingers fluttered over the soft fuzz between her legs.
The dampness of his tongue swirled from nipple to nipple before meandering lower, tasting every inch of her as he slipped and slithered lower. Without thought her legs parted allowing him free access to tend her garden. The roughness of his face scratched at her thighs, delicate kisses over her belly and down to the inside of her legs made her flood hot with delicious desire. His tongue fluttered like a bee seeking the nectar of a flower. The probe of his tongue split her petals open – she shuddered as a tingling pleasure raced up from her toes and through her whole body. Lapping and flickering, his whole mouth consumed her – dancing and fluttering to the rhythm of her body’s delight. She shuddered and gasped as the first tremor shook through her flesh – her nails dug into his scalp as she pressed his face into her quivering pleasure spot. Clawing at him, she begged him, demanded him, to make her a woman – she needed to feel the hot, hard shaft of his manhood slide into her ripened fruit, to stretch her open – to feel the thrusts of his desire, the probe of his cock as it ravished her. Her legs wrapped around him, their feet entwined as he drove his stiffened tool in and out of her juicy tunnel until they both were panting with passionate pleasure. Her body shook and shivered – the tremors increased, her spark – now burning hot ignited her fuse – quickly she exploded – her body shuddered, and she squeezed onto him with all her might. They rolled apart – she snuggled her breasts into his chest as they each recovered their breath – she smiled and kissed his neck as his fingertips lightly stroked her back. They didn’t speak – communicating only with the light touches of their fingertips over each other’s flesh.
His nerves sparked and his body glowed hot and alive when he heard her horse approaching – he steadied himself, a few deep breaths to calm his quaking muscles. Her eyes twinkled as she trotted in – the brightness of her smile made his legs weak and his chest pound. Gently, he took the reigns and stroked the neck of her trusty mount. He reached up to her, lightly grasping her hips as she turned to dismount. Once again, she felt the delicious warmth of his flesh as her figure slithered down him, her breasts pushing into his chest as she landed softly on her feet. Long had he waited for this moment – he tossed aside all decorum and pulled her closer. Their eyes met for an instant – their lips sizzled as he kissed her. She leaned into him, inviting him to devour every inch of her craving flesh.