"Darling Julia"

Giles smoothed back the hair from his beloved's forehead and kissed it lightly, before drawing back and looking fondly at the vision beside him, at the sweet face and the long golden locks spread over the pillow.  How he yearned to earn the right to look on this heavenly sight every morning for the rest of his life!

"Darling Giles"

Julia alternately tightened and loosened her grip on Giles's penis, feeling it harden under her sweet and increasingly violent stimulation.  He really was such a sweet boy, and very well-connected, the heir to an ancient Barony.  Yes!  He would do very nicely as a future mate!

After Giles's seed had safely been deposited, the conversation turned to the subject of the Fete, to his disquiet.  He had only come up with one idea and was uncertain whether or not to raise it.  Finally he plucked up enough courage.

"What about a knife-throwing act, Julia?  They always use a beautiful young lady for that kind of thing and they don't come any more beautiful than you!"

"You must be mad, darling.  Quite raving mad!  I doubt there's anyone in that village could throw a knife with that kind of skill and I don't fancy becoming a human pincushion!  I still love you, so don't think I'm about to drop you, darling, but that idea gets the thumbs down without a shadow of doubt."

Giles smiled tolerantly.  "No, I don't suggest just any alcoholic village idiot  with the shakes, my sweet.  I love you too much for that!  I know a guy who would turn up for an hour or so and he's an ace - literally never misses.  Come and see for yourself later on before you go back to the Hall.  All it would take would be strong nerves on your part - you'd have to stand absolutely still."

"We'll think about it, darling.  There'll be a few jealous cows hoping he misses, or rather that he doesn't miss.  And a few disappointed and resentful young men who wish me no particular good."

"You're too stuck-up, my love.  That's your trouble.  I know you come from out of the top drawer and all that, like me,   but people don't like having their noses rubbed in it.  They don't like the way you flaunt yourself with your nose in the air.   You could find that pride comes before a rather nasty fall, if you aren't careful, and I'd hate to see that!"

"I know all that!  I'll take my chances, Giles darling.  I doubt if any of that bunch of dough-headed morons will ever get the drop on me!  I can look after myself, as they would find out pretty soon!  And what if I am proud?  I've a hell of a lot to be proud about and most of those peasants have bugger all!"

Giles allowed this to pass.  He was a few years older than Julia - a little wiser and more tolerant.  He knew she would learn in time and just hoped it would not be too painful for her.  He loved her more deeply every time he looked at her and every time he thought about her.   The prospect of any kind of humiliation visiting  her frightened him a great deal.  He would do anything to protect her from that.
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It was  half past six in the morning.  A nude Julia and Beatrice, newly returned from London,  had just finished swimming in their uncle's outdoor pool and were walking hand in hand down towards the wood where they intended to spend a couple of  hours alone and naked together.  This served two purposes.  They always liked to be together in the altogether and they knew that a bit of continuing practice in sustained  outdoor nudity before the fete would be no bad thing for them.  The warm weather had continued for the week since they had agreed to take such a public and exposed role, but this was no guarantee that the big day would not be cold, wet and windy - it usually was.

Julia looked round and caught sight of  light gleaming off the binoculars that the good Brigadier was keeping trained on them.

"Daft old pervert!  The old goat's still got his eyes on us.  I wonder what the attraction is at his age?" said Julia.

"You're never too old to be turned on by lovely girls especially when they're  starkers like we are." replied the wise Beatrice. "Mind you, I can't help thinking there's more than the mere sight of our flesh that appeals to him.  I think he gets a kick out of seeing us being cold - just like we get a kick out of being cold together!    This particular fetish must run in the family!"

"He should try experiencing it himself like us, Bea.  I wonder if we can't arrange it for him somehow, sometime!  Could open up a whole new lease of life for him, and if he gets pneumonia and passes away..........."

"We inherit the Hall jointly and live here happily ever after!"

Laughing merrily at this thought, the two girls broke into a run, after first waving back at their watching uncle who sadly put away his binoculars as they disappeared into the wood.  Those two should have more male company at their age, he thought.  Not healthy the way they seem so sensually engrossed with each other.  Just not natural at all.  Had he known of the energetic and wildly abandoned lovemaking both had just indulged in with Piers and Giles, he might have been reassured.

Meanwhile the two girls had positioned themselves in there favourite place against adjoining trees a few feet apart.   They studied each other closely for a long time,  looking for evidence that the other was succumbing faster to the early morning chill.

"Your nipples are really standing out, Julia.  I bet they're  as hard as rocks by now!"

"Like to come and have a feel, Beatrice?"

Within a split second of this invitation, the two were locked in each other's arms and soon subsided onto the mossy ground, lost in bliss.  Half an hour later, they reluctantly disengaged and, arm in arm, they made their affectionate way back to the Hall for the first meal of the day.  On the way they talked of the forthcoming fete, now little more than a fortnight away.

"That disgusting Colonel wanted to have me in a cage,  chained and handcuffed or something.  He's even more gross than Uncle.  My God, but what a load of freaks there are in this one small village!  It is a problem, though.  You will be doing your dance routine, dopey old Dorothy will be covered in spots again and some of the village swimsuit beauties will be being dropped into a tank of cold water, but I'll just be standing around like a spare prick at a wedding half the time!  There's a limit to my gymnastics and that knife-throwing."

Beatrice nodded. "About that tank act, Julia, I heard Uncle discussing it on the phone.  He's going to arrange for blocks of ice to be dropped in the water from time to time to keep it nice and cold all day!  Can't you take over for an hour or so - you could  give the village girls time to warm up a bit - poor cows!  They'll be half dead if they don't get a break."

"As if you care about those peasants any more than I do!" laughed Julia.  "All you want is for me to have a nice cold plunge and why ever not?  We'll suggest it to Uncle - can't see him disagreeing!"

Over breakfast, this suggestion was put to the brigadier, who assured the girls that it would almost certainly be agreed to.  He further explained that it had been agreed that both girls would be required to walk ten miles along the canal towpath to Lower Bridgwell Lock when they had completed their five hours at the fete.

They would be given transport back  to the Hall as well as clothes to wear when they reached the lock and so far fifty people had pledged to give five pounds each to the playing field changing room fund if they completed all their engagements for the day. In addition, of course, would be the money taken at the fete by those wishing to stand near enough to get a close-up view of them as they bared their all to the crowds.  Julia was still worried.

She might have by far the more voluptuous figure of the two - her breasts and bottom were a dream, to say nothing of her  rounded feminine belly and thick pubic bush - but she would soon lose her appeal if she just stood around doing nothing.  She refused to contemplate doing the kind of things she had  seen a pub stripper doing some months ago.  She was NOT going to open her legs and fondle her pussy in full view of the town's youth or shave herself the better to reveal her female mysteries to their leering gaze!

The gymnastics and knife throwing would only take up a fraction of the time and the hour or so taking over at the water tank another fraction.  There were still vast stretches of the day unfilled.  She opted for the rather unsatisfactory Micawber solution for the time being.  If she had known in advance the hugely popular solution that was to present itself on the day, she would most certainly have arranged to be elsewhere -any where else  other than the town square!.