He looked up from his drawing easel, gazing out into the darkness, through the nearly bare branches of the large tree next to the stables which were his home. Hoping she would place a single candle in the window, her signal for him to slink in quietly to her chambers, to comfort, to pleasure her, her escape from the pressures of her position, her escape to ecstasy. His mind raced as he waited – his chest pounded as he saw the soft glow emanate from her window, her silhouette moving about – anticipating for her to beckon to him. He grew anxious, but not tonight – no candle appeared as they had discussed. Reluctantly, he extinguished his light but continued staring into the night. He watched longingly as she moved graciously about her room. His body surged hot as he watched her lacy gown float to the floor.

 

She knew he was watching; she could feel his eyes tracing like a feather over her curves. She had plans for him tonight, plans to tease him, plans to surprise him. She admired her own curves in the large dressing mirror, her flesh tingled as she traced her colorful fingertips over her body, squeezing her breasts, down over hips, allowing a single fingertip to float lightly over her now pulsating flower. Giggling, she imagined his hands on her skin, she wondered if he would be stroking himself hard as he watched her torment his flesh. With purpose, with a taunting tease she moved closer to the window, allowing him the pleasure of a full view of her naked body. Wanting, needing to run to her, needing to feel her body close, needing to feel the heat of her flesh, the spark of her lips – he sighed - not tonight. He must confine his desires; he must serve the lady’s needs and wishes – on her terms and only when she beckoned for him. He sometimes hated the rules, but he was determined to be a gentleman, to respect her position, to serve the lady as she desired.

 

He watched, he stared – his mind racing, his fingers twitching to stroke over her body – to feel the silky smoothness of her skin, to make her pant hot with passion and pleasure. As she slipped from view, her body slithering into the steamy, scented bath, he could only groan. Wondering what it must be like to feel her wet, naked body wrapped in his as they luxuriated in the frothy, soapy foam of her steamy caldron.

 

Easing herself into her bath, the warmth of the water was soothing, she closed her eyes and imagined it was his hands caressing her. From her toes, over the soles of her feet, slowly meandering up her leg, to the soft flesh behind her knee, and up over the luscious thickness of her thighs. Teasing around her treasure, over her hips, swirling about her breasts, before the tepid froth finally reached her shoulders. Feeling practically weightless, the warmth engulfed her and soaked deep into her muscles. She tipped her head back and let her thoughts drift off into the night. She moaned softly in anticipation of surprising him tonight.

 

Her body sparked alive as the cool night air breezed onto her skin as she pulled herself up and out of her bath. Dripping wet, tiny water droplets trickled down and over her curves. She reached for the comfort of her towel - deliciously warmed from the heat of the fire which provided a flickering glow to her chamber. With slow, languishing precision, she dried her body. Her flesh tingled from the feel of her satiny lace robe as she wrapped it loosely around her curves. A delicious sensation flooded hot throughout her as she imagined the moment, the moment when his arms would encircle her and pull her into him.

 

She quietly exited and made her way swiftly across the lawn. Tiptoeing into the stables, her chest pounded in anticipation. She paused, only the faint sounds of horses sleeping, and the melodic chirping of far-off creatures filled the air. Pausing at his door, she took a deep breath, straining to be silent, she slowly pushed open his door. The softness of moonlight filled her eyes as she spied the outline of his resting prone hulk. Her body flushed hot with expectancy, her skin prickled, as she stood silent watching him sleep.

 

The muffled sounds of the horses, the creak of his door slowly opening made his eyelids flicker open. Peeking from under the covers, he spied her unmistakable silhouette standing at his door. The moonlight was just enough to accent her curves. His vision stroked over her breasts, and meandered down along the curve of her hips, his body surged hot and hard - he sighed and rolled away - groaning he figured she was only a vision of his dreams. His mind spun with fantasy, his cock sprang up hard and hot. He imagined her slipping under the blanket and snuggling up close to him - their skin caressing together, their hands exploring, their bodies sharing one another’s warmth.

 

She paused as he rolled over and squirmed to get comfortable. When he settled in, she smiled hearing his deep, guttural moan - making her flesh spark hot with anticipation. As she approached, she dropped her robe to the floor, the soft moonlight glowed deliciously onto her naked figure - the shadows accentuating her every curve. Gracefully, she slid her body under the heavy blanket. Her breasts had peaked firm from the cool night air, she pressed their stiffened points into his back as her hands massaged over his shoulders and into the soft fuzz covering his chest. She let her feet slip down his legs as she twisted to entwine them with his. Instantly, his warmth consumed her as she pressed her body into his.

 

He moaned in his sleep, his mind’s fantasy taking control of his body as he felt her fingertips stroke lightly over his chest. Shifting his hips, he squirmed as the smoothness of her legs twisted together with his. Her breasts with their perky points were warm and comforting as they compressed into his back. Slowly, purposefully her hand wandered down his chest, over his belly – he couldn’t help but to utter a deep, low moan as she deftly fondled his throbbing erection. The dream was deliciously good, he dare not open his eyes for fear the fantasy would evaporate into the night air. Her body rubbed against his, her legs pulling him closer, her stroking digits sparking him hot, hard, and desirous.

 

The feel of his shaft, the rough yet soft swell of his swollen testicles made her flower bloom warm and wet with her sweet nectar. In this moment, she wanted, she needed her stable boy, and with her body demanding pleasure she urged him to roll onto his back. She hoisted her leg over him – the soft flesh of her inner thigh grazing over his manhood as it stood at attention. Grabbing his hands – she placed them on her hips. He could feel her heat as his fingers squeezed into her flesh. Her pelvis gyrated pressing his cock down against his abdomen as she rubbed the juicy petals of her flower up and down his hot shaft. Her body trembled as her slick juices lubricated him. His eyelids fluttered open with delight – her eyes twinkling in the moonlight as their gazing eyes stared into one another. His hips rocked to her rhythm as she massaged her passionate fruit up and down his now pulsating penis. With their pace quickening the warmth of his hands meandered upward until they covered - squeezing onto her breasts his fingertips smartly twisting to her pleasure points.

 

Her whole body flooded with a delicious delight as the tip of his sword probed through her petals and tingled her nerves as it repeatedly bumped onto her throbbing love button. Her mind spun demanding that it was time to gallop, time to ride her steed of a stable boy. She pressed her palms to his chest, lifted her hips momentarily before settling down onto her saddle. The hot hardness of his saddle horn slid slowly into her dripping wetness – stretching and prying as it filled her. Her eyelids fluttered; she bit her lip as his gaze pierced deeper into her. Their breath quickened; her palm stung on his skin as she whipped her steed to go faster. Quickly, from a trot to a gallop their pace quickened – she felt the shudder of excitement as she rode him hard and fast. Her toes curled, her thighs compressed into his sides as he bucked and thrust himself in and out of her. Trembling and quivering as the pleasure consumed her, she pressed her chest to his – their lips sparked together – their bodies pulsing together as their flesh melted into the softness of the moonlight…