His heart began racing as he heard the kitchen maids giggling, he inched closer and turned his ear to eavesdrop on their conversation. After her departure, he had been sullen and had lost interest in chasing these young maidens about – grabbing their hips and pulling up their skirts to have his way with them, making them squeal with delight as he buried his face between their thighs. Despite her only being ever so slightly older than her fair maidens, she was so much more sophisticated than these admittable shapely damsels, more elegant, more desirable, more of a woman than the tittering girls who were in her employ.

 

Ever since her departure to the family seat of power, he seemed lonely and forlorn – at first, he chased the young maidens to seek his pleasure, but grew weary of their games. He spent long hours in the pub, flirting with the village ladies, but this never satisfied his desires. Finally, much to his chagrin, he admitted to himself how much he missed her. He missed her cheerful smile when she would saunter into the stables, he missed the sparkle in her eyes, he missed her voice and their conversations about anything and everything. He missed the brief moments when he would grab her hips – her hands on his shoulders, the brief embrace when he guided her down to her feet as he assisted her off her trusty steed. Longing for the evenings when he could gaze up from his working man’s lair into the soft glow of her bedroom window and watch her as she stepped from the bath and readied herself for bed. Her curves and graceful form silhouetted against the delicate fabric of her curtains as they ruffled in the evening breeze.

 

As the maiden’s screeched and tried to entice him, his mind had drifted off, floated away as he remembered the moment, she had grabbed his hand and pulled him to her in the shadows of the stable – how she wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed the softness of her chest into him – the spark as their lips met, his pulse quickening and his body surging hot. How they tumbled into the softness of the hay loft and feverishly ripped each other’s clothes off, how they panted and pulsed, squirmed, and quivered until they were breathless with delight. His mind sprang back to attention when the plumpest of the kitchen maids pulled down her bodice and shook her massive melons in his face before quickly covering herself and dashing off. He smirked, leaned back and again subtly began to listen to the conversation. His body trembled; he felt his trousers swell as he heard news of her imminent return.

 

Embarrassed, he hurried off before the housekeepers noticed his growing bulge in his pants. His mind was spinning as he had overheard the girlies chattering how the Lady of the house was arriving soon and wanted them to summon the village masseuse to ease her weary muscles after a long day of travel. While he had heard good things about the old lady in the village who provided massages to the townsfolk, he was sure his fingers and hands were better suited to relieve his Lady’s weary flesh. Thoughts and schemes for how to replace her spun in his head – he sighed heavily as he entered his humble abode but was determined to put his plan into action.

 

Again, he raised his glass and toasted the old woman – he was a bit tipsy from all the drink he needed to ply the masseuse into agreeing with his plan. He was thankful she enjoyed her liquor; that and a few extra coins in her purse was all it took to convince her to accept his plan. While somewhat devious, he was sure the Lady would come to appreciate his efforts. He would simply hide in the Lady’s room, and silently replace the elderly masseuse as she began her massage. He trembled at the thought as he staggered home, falling roughly into bed, with dreams of caressing the Lady spinning in his head.

 

The old Lady cackled again as she ordered another drink – it had been too easy – as the Lady had told her. They would dup him into thinking it was his idea to slip into the Lady’s room and then while she was face down, he could replace the old masseuse during the massage and use his big, strong hands to sooth her weary flesh. The Lady’s proposal was shaping up perfectly, the old woman couldn’t wait to send a courier to confirm that her plan was indeed going to work… to perfection.

 

As the first rays of the morning sun streamed softly into his room, his eyes fluttered open, and he felt his body stir like it hadn’t in some time – his thoughts floating forward to the moment he would stroke his fingers over his Lady’s flesh as she lie naked and exposed before him. His hand moved down his chest and his fingers wrapped onto his swelling self as he imagined the moment. But his head was pounding from too much drink the night before, so uttering a deep groan, he simply rolled to his side and sat up to begin his day. There was much to do to prepare for the Lady’s arrival. He wanted everything to be perfect – clean and crisp stables, manicured lawns, and immaculately tended gardens. His desire was to make the home of her childhood and young adult life look better than it ever had, to make it all appear so beautiful that she may consider moving back or at least extending her stay. Every day he could spend with the Lady present was like a perfect day in paradise.

 

The days of summer were hot, he sweated through his shirt as he toiled to ready the grounds of the Lady’s estate for her visit. He wiped his brow as he leaned against the tall shade tree just outside the stables. His eyes drifted around the grounds admiring his hard work. Smiling to himself, he thought it all looked perfect and he could only hope she would notice his efforts. Loud laughter broke the silence of his peaceful moment as the kitchen maidens frolicked about just outside the kitchen entrance. He smirked as he noticed their exposed legs and bouncing bosoms as they twirled and fluttered about. Hmmm, he groaned and felt an urging in his loins as he gazed longingly at these young, nubile maidens as they danced and laughed. Quickly he snapped his thoughts back to reality, it was the Lady he served, and the Lady whom he shall serve. He turned away and with a spring in his step he entered the stables to give them a final tidying before her arrival.

 

He stripped off his shirt and trousers and nestled his weary flesh into the hot, soapy water of his bath. Longing just to relax, he knew he must not delay for the Lady should be arriving soon. He wanted to be fresh and ready for her arrival. Toweling himself dry, he heard the distant sound of hooves on the long entry road. He hustled to dress himself, straighten his tussled hair, and don a clean shirt and pants. Hearing her horse draw near, he glanced into the mirror to check his appearance before racing out to meet her. His chest pounded in his ears as he watched her approaching, he couldn’t help but smile as nervous tremors sparked through his flesh. From a distance, he could see the sparkle in her eyes, her lovely smile – she was even more gorgeous than he could remember – he could only wonder if she would welcome him once he replaced the old masseuse from the village withing the confines of her private chambers.

 

She was smiling as her steed trotted up to his side – without a word, he simply bowed his head in respect of her noble position. Without hesitation, he took the reins and silently led her into the stables. He could feel her eyes surveying the condition of her horse’s home, as he turned to assist her off her mount. Momentarily blinded by the twinkle of her eyes, his heart was racing as he gripped firmly onto her waist and eased her down off her trusty mount. Her body slithered down his, he could feel the swell of her chest press into him as he guided her off and to her feet. For an instant, their eyes met, he was still holding her close, his instinct screamed at him to kiss her, his good sense told him to step gracefully away and show his respect with a humble bow. Her heart was racing as she gazed longingly into his eyes, her body sparking hot from his touch and wanting, wanting him to hold her tight and devour her flesh. She smiled politely at him as he lowered his head in reverence of her noble position, and yet she couldn’t help but to feel a tremble of disappointment. Somehow, she had hoped that he would carry her off to his room, throw her to his bed and rip her clothes off in a moment of pulsating passion.

 

Her chest was still pounding in her ears as she left him to stroll across the grounds and into the home of her youth. She smiled, everything looked immaculate – the gardens perfectly tended, the lawn neat and trimmed, her home seemed to sparkle as the sun drifted downward igniting the sky with magnificent colors. He had obviously toiled hard to make sure all in his domain was exactly right for her return. Sensing his eyes tracing over her curves as she slowly sauntered, she turned quickly, spying him leaning against the stable walls directly looking her way. A flash of warmth sparked through her body and made her tingle. Her thoughts spun as she fantasized about his large hands stroking away the tension of her long journey. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw her glance in his direction – she was even more gorgeous than he remembered or imagined. A nervous twinge raced over him as he pondered their delight once the sun had disappeared below the horizon.

 

As she disappeared inside, he noticed the village masseuse entering through the maid’s kitchen entrance. This was his clue to put his plan (or was it hers) into action, for it was her who would secretly lead him to the Lady’s private chambers, to hide him in the shadows until it was time to switch places and take over the Lady’s spa treatment. He could barely breathe as he followed closely behind the woman, up the long winding staircase, into her most inner sanctum, to conceal himself in the shadows behind the large draperies. He had just a peek into the room as he stood silently waiting. Waiting for her entry, waiting to see her disrobe and slip beneath the froth of the scented water which filled her tub.

 

He nearly gasped as she entered the room, she looked amazing fully clothed, only in his wildest fantasies could he imagine watching her disrobe and slip into the fragrant waters of her bath. She felt her body spark alive as she entered her most private chambers, if her plan was indeed working, she knew he was spying on her from wherever he hid. Feeling wickedly seductive, she decided to give him quite the show before lying down for her massage. Her body was tingling with impeding delight as she slowly wriggled her hips to pull off her riding trousers. It was torturous for him to watch, to watch her slowly and seductively disrobe, it almost seemed like she was deliberately teasing him. Her shapely legs were exposed to him as she stepped from her trousers – he was growing panting hot – she turned slowly, bent softly, exposing her backside to him as she let her undergarments slide down her legs. When her hands grabbed the waist of her shirt and swiftly lifted it off he had to bite his hand to squelch the gasp arising in his throat.

 

Naked, she stood just a few feet away – knowing he must be watching – she could feel his eyes tracing every curve of her feminine form, she slowly turned this way and that admiring her nude form in the large looking glass. As she turned her back to him, she snickered knowing, knowing that she was torturing his eyes, his body with every subtle movement. She felt a twinge of excitement pulsate through her body, she rubbed her hands over her breasts and gave a quick squeeze to her nipples. His body was surging hot and aroused, his heart pounded in his chest as his sight traced up and down her body. His fingers twitched, anxious to rub over her flesh, squeezing and stroking to relieve her tension. He could see her whole body, her luscious bottom and backside and her full front reflected in the mirror.

 

Deciding he had seen enough, she turned and effortlessly slid into her large, bubble filled tub to wash away the dust of her daylong ride. She rested her head on the back of the tub, closed her eyes and imagined him touching her as beneath the bubbles she rubbed her hands over herself. His whole body was trembling with excitement, he could keep his eyes off her as she cleansed herself. When she arched her back and her breasts breached through the foam of her bath, he nearly lost it and had to immediately divert his eyes for fear of exposing himself. With difficulty, she suppressed her giggles as she saw the curtains flutter with nervous excitement. One more tease to make him really squirm before she nestled down to receive her massage – she rose and stepped from the tub. Quickly grabbing a towel, she ever so slowly began to dry herself, purposely not covering too much of herself as she rubbed the soft fabric over her skin. Sufficiently dry, she pondered donning her lacy robe, but decided to remain naked as she made her way to the bed and called for the masseuse.

 

His heart leapt into his throat as she buried her face into the pillow to await her spa treatment. This was his clue to step from the shadows, for the masseuse was not going to enter – it was only him and her now. He approached the bed slowly, took the chalice of oil and gently drizzled it onto her flesh – down her spine, over the split of her bottom, down one leg and up the other. He poured a generous amount into his palm and deftly rubbed them together to generate just the right amount of heat for his first touch. She was trembling with anticipation; the small spark of excitement was beginning to ignite to a deliciously hot flame as she patiently waited for his touch. Her mind wandered back to the first time he had touched her so long ago – she would never forget his touch, his big hands, and fingers as they stroked the softness of her flesh. So torturously slow had been her seductive buildup to this moment she couldn’t help but gasp as he took a foot into each oily hand and pressed his thumbs into the soles of her feet. Not a word was spoken, not a word was needed, each seeking the pleasure of the other as he slowly, with pleasuring purpose stroked his hands over her calves and behind her knee. Up he stroked, down, squeezing into her muscles he pulled. Up and down, with each stroke drifting higher up her body, each pull down went all the way to her toes. Up and down he slowly rubbed until his palms pressed into the soft globes of her bottom.

 

She wriggled slightly as his fingers compressed into her backside – she buried her face into the pillows to muffle her moans of delight. He shifted his body onto the bed, she could feel his heat as once again he dripped the slippery fluid down her spine. His hands slid effortlessly over her back and rubbed into the tension of her shoulders and neck. Swirling out and to her sides his fingers stroked at her breasts, down to her hips and back up to the swell of her bottom. Again, he repeated – up and down, lingering on her shoulders and neck, grazing the sides of her chest and down to her bottom. Over and over, his body inching closer as he rubbed, she tingled hot when she felt his skin touch hers. The softness of his chest of her backside, the throb of his swelled shaft bobbed against her thigh as his forearms massaged over her back. He slowly slithered his body upwards, she was steamy hot with excitement when his breath, his gentle kiss touched her neck. She shivered when he whispered “welcome back” into her ears.

 

Her warmth was growing hot inside her as he rubbed his chest over her back, her hips subconsciously gyrated to relieve her growing desire. With each stroke, with each relieving squeeze of his fingers, with each delicate touch of his lips she grew more anxious for him to fulfill her needs. She could feel the pulse of his hardened tool, the bulbous bump of his genitals rubbing between her thighs as he slowly sought to relieve all her tensions. He was torturously slow in his advances, his heart was racing, his fingers striving for pleasure, his manhood vibrated up between her thighs as his body covered her. Instinctively, her hips rose upward to meet his pulsating probes. He straddled his legs over her, his cock dipping deeper into her thigh gap. She moaned as the hot tip of his sword slithered over the ripened fruit of her flower, extracting her nectar, lubricating himself to slip between her petals and stroke over her most sensitive spot. They gyrated in unison as he slowly glided between her lips, throbbing onto her precious button, pausing before repeating. Her body hot and wet with excitement squirmed beneath him until he probed deep into her wanting caldron. Slowly, deliciously filling her, he stroked himself in and out of her juicy seam. She mimicked his thrusting rhythm – in and out, up, and down – she felt her fuse growing short – moaning with satisfaction as the tremors of delight raced through her until she finally exploded with delight as he thrust in and out.

 

Feeling her release, feeling the pulsing passion of her body’s delight – he flipped her to her back – she gasped as the hot suction of his lips slurped at her rosy nipples. She trembled as his tongue slithered down her chest, over her belly, and lower. She bucked her hips to his face – her thighs compressed on his head - as his fluttering, flickering tongue began its waltz with her saturated flower…  

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