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Subject: A Man and His Maid  M, F, submissive
Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 06:57:34 GMT
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This was written by an admirer of my alt.sex.exhibitionism jpgs (inspired by the
5 series the French maid)

send comments to me and i'll forward them

  After a long day of house work you finally get to climb the
stairs to your attic bedroom and slip inside.  Satisfied with the
effort you have put in today, your first day as maid to the London
buisness man who has hired you, hoping that your new 'Master' will
be as pleased with the results, as he seemed pleased by his choice
of new servant when he greeted you last night.

   You recall the meeting, brief, but welcoming.  "Call me Richard." He
had told you, as he showed you to your room, the room you are in now,
and where he had left you to unpack your few belongings and to sleep off
the jet lag of your long trip.  That was when you found the uniform
hanging in the wardrobe, the uniform you are wearing now.  Feeling nervous at
first, the skirt was so short, the heels so high.

   You recall your master, Tall and dark, with deep blue eyes that
held you gaze and seemed to reveal a self satisfaction, almost as if
he were rewarding himself on his appointment of you to his service.
The more you think of him, the more your mind wonders as you turn
the room lighting down to a gentle glow, in order not to be
distracted by the glare of harsh lighting, then lay down on the
large soft bed in the room, not bothering to pull down the
covers.  Placing a pillow under your head, you stretch out on your
back, still clad in your short black uniform and the black stockings,
keeping your legs together, heels touching as you stretch on the bed.

   Closing your eyes, oblivious to the fact that you haven't bothered to
close the door, you rest your left hand on your stomach as the fingers of
your right hand delicately trace across the bare skin of your chest which is
exposed by the deep, collar of your top. Your fingers touch one side and you
slip it off your shoulder, your hand cupping the curve of your arm, imaging it
is the gentle touch of a lover, a lover with the face of your master.  Brushing
your fingers down to the soft rise of your chest.

    Slowly you ease the blouse open and with a quiet intake of
breath you slip your hand inside the opened neckline, cupping over one
breast and giving it a gentle squeeze.  By now your breathing has increased,
and as you hold your breast in one hand, your other hand strokes down from your
stomach to your left thigh, dipping inside and down to your knee, and gently
you push your leg to the side until your foot is lined up with the corner of
the bed.

    Your right hand squeezes your breast, feeling the nipple begin to
harden underneath the white lace and satin demi bra, and
your fingers find the front clasp of the bra and push it open.  You bring your
left hand up from its caressing on your inner thigh and slip it inside the bra
to cup your right breast, pushing and massaging it until you feel the nipple
begin to grow harder, then your fingers pinch around it, causing you to gasp in
slight painfull delight.

   "Shhh," you think to yourself, but you're now breathing heavily and it
is with little effort that you forget being cautious and not attracting
the attention anyone in the house.  Your right hand drops down to your
right thigh, and slowly you let it slip down until you can push at your
inner thigh, moving your leg to the side, until that foot is also lined up with
its corresponding corner of the bed.

    Moaning quietly now, rolling a stiff nipple under your palm, you slowly
open your jacket the rest of the way down, teasing yourself as a lover would,
pausing at each button to lightly touch the skin underneath the jacket.  After
freeing the last one, you fold open the blouse until it falls to either side of
you.

    Hands stroking your tummy, finger tips slipping lower to the waist of
your skirt you tug open the button at your hip and peel it from your
middle to expose the narrow, tight, white strip of your thong panties. Thumbs
hooking into the elastic waist and drawing them down over your feet revealing
the soft, dark curls of your trimmed pussy.  Leaving you laying outstreached in
the black stockings you'd worn all the day, feeling sexy and shy at the time
that you got ready this morning for your duties.  Groaning softly with your
hands now massaging and pinching each nipple in turn, you let your right hand
trace delicate circles on the inside of your thighs, your spread-eagled legs
allowing you easy access to your sex.

    Your hips begin to undulate on the bed, seeking the teasing fingertips that
are brushing against your soft curls now.  You cup your hand around your mound,
pressing against it briefly to feel how swollen with desire it has become, then
you quickly dip a finger between your pussy lips and gasp as you feel how wet
you have grown.

    Eyes still closed, you writhe on the bed and bring your wet finger to your
mouth and suck it in, tasting yourself, your other hand now traveling down to
your mound also.  With a soft moan you touch a delicate finger to the hard bud
waiting there, teasing yourself by barely touching on it over and over, your
mouth sucking on you finger like a lover's cock, moving your hips in small
circles, forcing yourself to keep your long, slender, nylon clad legs flat
instead of drawing your knees up as you so badly want to.  Then you let your
finger slip from your mouth and move it back down to your glistening pussy,
slipping once more into the slit between the soft, pink, lips, and with a gasp
your fingers slide down and dip into the tight entrance of your cunt, easing
yourself open.

    Moaning loudly now, lost to your excitement, you begin to massage your clit
in small circles, hips rocking and moving frantically against the fingers
sinking repeatedly into your cunt, caressing the hot silky walls. Your mind is
aware of nothing but a raging fire between your legs, aching for a thick cock
to knife into the deep wetness there.  As you begin to piston your fingers into
your body, the wetness spreading to your palm and inner thighs now, your other
hand pinches gently at the hard pearl underneath its soft, fleshy hood
eliciting a gasp of pleasure and pain from your open lips, and you arch your
back with another moan as you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge.

     When suddenly you feel strong hands close around your wrists and
your eyes snap open in shock as you see my hungry, smiling face looking
down at you as I settle my naked form over you, lifting your hands
to pin them to the pillow behind your head, lowering myself, the gasp
of suprise from your lips turing into a deeper, breathless, groan as
you feel my cock head momentarily pressing against your sex and then,
with the lowering of my body, your labia part to accept its thick domed
head and I sink into your body, with one long, deep, thrust of my hips,
dropping my face to yours, settling over you, lips covering yours and
drawing the breath from your body as I start to pump my hips, hard,
frim cheeks rising and falling over you, finding you so ready and so
wet, the throb of your heart against my chest as I slip in and out, harder and
faster, your body so near the edge already and mine just begining the journey
to my release, that you tighten under me with just a few strokes, arching,
fingers clenching under my grip, cunt clutching at my cock as your body
explodes and you are reduced to muffled, breathless sobs of delight against my
lips as the climax you were so near to grips you like a bolt of electricity.

     Your whole body bucks from the bed, lifting me with you as you
arch your back, my body still grinding into yours, still fresh and
full of needing for you, the constant, deep plunging of my cock, the
way my shaft rubs back and forth against your clit keeps your body
on fire, a second harder, climax rips through you with such strength
that I lose my grip on your wrists and feel your hands close around my
back, finger nails digging deep, slipping down with hungry, desperate
hands to clutch my backside, to keep pulling me in, almost unable to
bear the state of excitement that my hard, fast, thrusts are maintaining,
balanced on the edge where pain meets ecstasy.  You wrap your legs about
me, holding me, but still my arse rises and falls over you, into you, heels
pressed into the small of my back, holding me, crying out with the ripples
washing through you, fighting for your breath.

    With your arms, legs and sex gripping my body so tightly, I feel
myself reach the point of my own climax, thrusting so hard now that each
powerful stroke of my body sends the bed shaking under us, I arch my back
lift my face from yours, our kiss breaking as I tower over you, driving
my hips deeper, jaw tight, eyes wide, muscles corded and rippling in
my neck and shoulders, I cry out as my cock explodes in you, each thrust
sending further spurts of cum pumping into your body, filling you, so
hot, so violent within you that your body tightens once again, stealing
the last bit of strength from your body, grip on my relaxing as you
virtually collapse onto the bed, spent, exhusted and gasping, as I
fall forward to hold you, the last spurt of my seed into your body
as I fall deeper and then lay, panting, gasping, on you....



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    Judging by the light from the window it is early morning still, as you
open one eye and survey the room around you.  A slight pang of sadness grips
you as you realise you are alone again, having gone to sleep pressed close to
the side of your new master, now waking to find he has gone in the night. As
you slip from the bed, collecting your robe.  Looking outside you
see the sun rising brightly into the sky outside over the rolling
green English hills and woodland beyond.  Slipping the robe over your
shoulders you losely tie it at your waist and bend to give my dog a
friendly pat.  Before padding barefoot to the window and looking outside at
the grounds of the house, stretching and turning again to face the room.
      You see a pile of clothes have been laid at the foot of your bed.
With a slightly puzzled look you move over and inspect the garments, a short
fitted black jacket, a fine soft white silk blouse and cream coloured riding
jodhpurs.  Beside the bed on the floor are a pair of shiny, knee length black
boots.  You smile softly in delight, it seems someone has left you a clue as to
where he might be. Quickly you drop the robe and shower, washing yourself in
the hot stream of water and then return to the room and dry yourself.
    The dog, Blue, follows you about the room as you tend to your hair and skin
and looks at you with questioning eyes.  "Fancy going for a ride?" you ask the
dog and are greeted with a wagging tongue.  For a moment you wonder if she can
really understand you.  Once your ready to dress you return to the bed.
     No underwear you think, not a bra or even any panties have been
left for you.  You shrug, if they have not been put out for you then
you guess must not be required to wear them.
    Standing naked in the room you collect the jodhpurs and step into
them, pulling them up over your legs and about your waist.  You
shiver slight as the tight fabic molds itself to your body like a
second skin, and turning to look in your mirror you see that you
could never have worn panties beneath them anyway, they are far, far
too tight.  You blush a little as you notice how clearly they reveal
your backside and how every detail of your pussy is cleary visiable
beneath the tight embrace.
     Next you collect the blouse and slip its cool silk over your
body, again relishing the feel of the material over your bare,
freshly clean skin and how it brushes your bare breasts.  You tuck it
into the waist of your leggings and then pull on the boots.  Finally
you pick up the soft black velvet riding jacket and put it on.  The
jacket is cut short, barely reaching the waist of your jodhpurs, let
alone managing to cover either your bottom or front.  The velvet is
soft and thick, the collar cut small and neatly about your neck, and
the front of the jacket plunges to a single black button at the
front.  Its a warm day though and so you decide to leave it
unfastened.
     With that, and with a slap of your thigh that draws Blue to
follow you, you leave the room, descend the stairs and cross to the
stables.

     The stable block smells of horses and fresh hay.  One large
Arabian stallion is waiting, munching its feed, with a full saddle
and leather tack ready on its back.  There is still no sign of me,
but you feel sure that I have taken care of the fact that you
will have no trouble in finding me.
     You lead the horse from the stable out into the courtyard, its
hooves clip-clopping on the cobbled yard.  Something tells you this
horse is yours, a gift from your master and you know that its yours
to name as you will.  As you clamber onto its back, you settle down
into the saddle and the leather seat beneath you strokes your inner
thighs and buttocks as if the leggings were not there.  You feel the
power and speed of the animal under you and with Blue in tow you spur
the horse to the mansion gates and out into the countryside beyond.

      Riding fast and with the wind in your hair, you cross fields
and lanes, Blue bounding along behind you, the horses eyes wide and
its nostrils flaring at the freedom it is enjoying under your
control.
     The big house is long behind you when you begin to realise that the
horse is choosing the direction to take, picking its way across more
fields and finally slowly as it crosses into a small wooded corpse.
Under the cover of the trees, the air is warm and smells of flowers
and hidden wooland flora.  Slowly, the horse walks between the tall
trunks and seems to be picking a familer path.
     In the distance between the leaves and trunks you see sunlight
and begin to hear the trickle of running water, soon you are carried
out from the darkness and into a bright sunlight clearing.  Through
the centre of the open space runs a bubbling stream, besides which
one single old oak tree stands at the centre of the clearing, to which
another horse is tied.  It lifts its head and snorts a hello to its
stable mate as you and your mount draw near.  Looking along the river
you see the water runs from a large, crystal clear rocky pool at one
side of the clearing and then, after meandering through the sunlight
disapears into the woods at the far side.  As your eyes follow the
river around behind the large oak tree you see a blanket spread on
the ground, scattered with white bone china plates and crystal
glasses sparkling in the sunlight.  On the blanket are bowels and
plates of food and a bottle of champange, condensation forming beads
on its deep green glass surface and trickling down its side.
      You dismount from your horse, tie it to the oak, and slowly
peer around the tree trunk as you circle it.  You smile when you see
a pair of booted feet laid on the soft grass beside the blanket.
Moving further around the tree your eyes see a pair of muscled legs
clad in the same tight fitting cream jodhpurs you are wearing.  Then
a torso comes into view, broad chested and wearing a soft white
shirt.  Besides the figure a deep royal blue velvet hunting jacket is
strewn on the grass.  Finally, you step from behind the tree and see
my head, craddled on my folded hands beneath me, my eyes closed as
the hot morning sun warm my skin.
      "Sir?" you whisper, unsure if you should wake me.
      "Morning," I say my eyes staying closed, "You found me alright then,
good."
      "I think the horse did actually." you say softly.
      "Your horse," I answer, opening my eyes now and peering up at you, "Have
you named him yet?"  You shrug, shaking your head.  "No matter, I'm sure you
will have plenty of time to think of one." I add, lifting myself from the bank
and standing before you.  "I thought we should have a chat," I say, pausing
for a moment a soft, appriciative smile on my lips as I study you, "Lets say,
to set a few rules!"

    I smile softly at the apprehensive look on your face.  "Oh, don't worry
so."  I say, "Nothing too demanding I'm sure."  You relax a little, not quite
sure what to do so deciding to stay standing, hands grasped lightly over
the waist of your riding leggings.  "I'm not a tyrant," I say as I slip a hand
about yours and ease it apart, the nuckles of my finger brushing against your
firm, flat tummy, maybe accidentally, maybe purposfully, you can't tell.
"Come and get comfortable with me."  I say, and you follow my lead as I
take you back to the blanket and settle down in the warm, early morning
sunlight.

    Blue, seems to have lost interest now, realising that my attention is
devoted somewhere else, and that no game of fetch is in the offing, she bounds
off into the nearby woods, hot on the trail of an early morning rabit.

    We sit close, as I offer my shoulder for you to lean against.  "Do you
like the house?" I ask, the question taking you by surprise.

    "Yes, it's lovely."  you answer.

    I smile, "Thank you, I enjoy having beautiful things around me," I say,
"objects or desire as well as function."   You nod, understanding my meaning,
"Just as I enjoy them for my own delight, I also enjoy showing them off to
others, letting people see what I have, relishing the look of envy on their
face."  You twist to look back at me and I nod, answering your question,
"All I ask, is that you ensure that the house and everything in it remains as
pleasing to me as it was last night."

     "Would you like to serve?" I ask, nodding towards the large basket beside
us?

     "Of course," you smile.

   "Good," I say softly, "cause I'm so hungry," I pause enjoying the delight of
you resting against me and then watching as you lift from me and turn away to
reach over for the picnic basket, casting a look back over your shoulder at me
as you hear my growl, my eyes lifting from your ass, looking so firm and tasty
in the tight cling of the light cream jodhpurs.  You stop, one hand still out
stretched for the pinic basket as I rise to my knees and move closer to you, my
eyes, dark and burning, hands settling onto your hips and slipping over your
cheeks to run onto your back.  You moan, the feel of my strong fingers rubbing
up under the soft, heavy cloth of your riding jacket, onto the thin silk of
your blouse.

     I look down at your backside again, loving the way the leggings grip every
curve of your body,cutting deep between your cheeks and revealing the small,
soft, mound of your sex between your thighs.  I let my hands push further up
under the jacket, slipping my hands onto your shoulders, the hem of your jacket
around my elbows as I stroke your back, hearing your moan.

    "Take it off..." I tell you softly, easing the shoulders from your body,
helping you lift one arm and then the other as I pulled the jacket from you and
let it drop onto the floor beside my own.  "Oh yes..." I sigh as you hold your
kneeling posistion, my hands running higher to your neck, finger tips barely
brushing the soft hairs at the nape of your neck, shuffling just a little
closer so that you feel the rub of my knee against yours.

   "Oh Sir..." you purr as my fingers stroke you, unable to see the smile on
my lips at the way you address me, with  the sun rising high in the
sky now and warming us, the heat of its rays soaking through the thin silk on
your back and into your skin.

    "Oh Suze, " I whisper, just heard over the rushing, bubbling waters of the
stream beside us, "I want to take you..."  My fingers spread and stroke
down your arms, slipping under you and following the curve of your body, barely
touching your form, just feeling my way around your generos curves, hardly
touching the silk of the blouse as it hangs under you, filled by the softness
of your breasts.  With a soft touch I let my fingers brush the fullest part of
your breast through the fabric, hands opening and moving under you, pausing,
catching my breath as I lift my hands and for a moment, before I take your
breasts into my cupped fingers, all I feel is the dig of your hard, errect
nipples into my palms through the thin blouse. "Oh yes..." I gasp as my hands
close over you, my arms tighten about your waist and I pull you into my
embrace.

     I feel your body weaken, hear your gasp, and I pull you with me to lay on
the soft grass, our controlled movement turning into a roll and then into a
tumble, pierced by your shriek as we roll to far and together, tumble into the
waters of the river.

        You gasp and struggle to sit, looking up to see me smiling broadly,
laughing and you can'tt fight the urge to smile back. Siitting on the pebbly
stream bottom with the water up to your chest, the cool crystal liquid
flowing around you and pressing your now-transparent shirt against your
tanned skin.

        "Hey, you can't say it doesn't feel good, can you?" I chuckle,
running a hand over my hair to squeeze out the water.

       "You know what? I know how to make it feel even better!"  Keeping
your eyes on my face, you start unbuttoning the blouse, tugging it out of
the waistband and pulling it open, fighting against the current to peel
the fabric from your skin before pulling it off completely and tossing
it up on the bank.

        "Oh yes...."  I gasp, unashamedly letting my eyes linger over the
        curves
of your breasts, your nipples looking so dark and errect as you give a
wordless exclaimation as the cool water hits now unprotected skin, tugging your
nipples into hardness and sending a rush through you. You let your arms float
in front of you, your hands slowly moving against the current, as you look at
me with a teasing expression on your face.

      "Well, I guess I might as well join you"  I say as  I start unbuttoning
my wet shirt also, fingers deftly moving down and apart to peel the
shirt from my muscular chest, grinning at you as I
pull the shirt out of the water and screwing it into a ball before I lob it
onto the bank.

      " Come here!"  Without warning, my hand darts down
through the water and seizes one of your ankles, elicting a yelp of
surprise from you.   I laugh, keeping your ankle firmly in my
grip as my other hand reaches up and hooks my fingers into the
waistband of your jodhpurs, noticing with delight the firm smoothness of your
bare back beneath the rippling water.

        "Ahhhh" you cry, trying to keep your face out of the water as I
yank you back towards me, guiding your legs so they end up on either side of my
waist, then moving my hands so one arm is underneath you, slipping between your
breasts and cupping your chin to help keep your face above the rushing water,
my other hand slipping fingers down the waist of your leggings as the current
presses you back against me.  You ass lifting to break the surface of the
river, the wet fabric now virtually see-through, your open thighs giving me a
peek of your dark, soft mound.

             I lift my hips from the water a little and see, that my leggings
too and now see-through and stuck to my body like a second skin, glued to my
thighs and around the thick, ridged shape of my cock, pressed so close that
even the deepening colour of my cock head is visiable through the material.  I
hook my thumb into my waist band and peel them down, tugging the waist down
over my hips and hooking them under the sack of my balls, feeling tight at the
chill of the water on my body.

            You look back and see my bare cock, rising from my truck, thick and
dark, eyes running down its length, following to the neatly trimmed patch of
soft, wet, dark curls about its base.  You push back a little to meet my hips,
your ass moving back to rub my cock, hearing my groan as I grip its length and
brush its head along the length of your cunt, feeling the softness of your body
beneath the slightly rough layer of fabric still taught about you.

          "Oh yes...." I gasp, "that feels good."  I say, my head lifting to
the sky for a moment as I savour the feeling.

          "I want to please you, " you purr, watching my face from over your
 shoulder, "I want to make it good for you... I want to make you want me!"

          I groan, feeling you press back harder, pinning my shaft between your
ass and my belly, feeling my thickness settle, upwards, along the valley of
your cheeks, as you start to rub up and down.  I look down, watching the head
of my cock appear and disapear again with each rub of your buttocks along its
length, feeling the kiss of your cheeks over its head, the delicious, slightly
rough rubbing of your jodhpurs along its length, peeling back my foreskin,
tight and stretched with each bob of your ass.  "Oh god, yes, oh yes.."  I
manage to gasp, suddenly feel so turned on, suddenly wanting to come, not
needing to worry about lasting for you, not having to fight back the need to
climax until I know you have been satisfied, giving into the sheer ectsasy of
the feelings your rubbing backside is giving to me, hands moving to catch you
about the waist, gripping you, starting to thrust with my hips to, pushing my
cock head up and down the length of your cheeks, drawing down so far the you
feel the base of my shaft rubbing your sex from behind and the faster, faster
brush of its head over the curl of muscle of your bottom.

    "Come for me... shoot it for me.... let me know how good it feels..." you
gasp, your words exciting me as much as the rub of your body on my cock, "let
go... come Sir, come.... "   your voice pleads, I feel the intense fire within
me, burning, spreading from my loins, my body tightens, I still hold back,
holding back to extend the delight and to make the realse so much more intense
for me, "come for me and then I want you to fuck me..." you gasp and your words
send me over the edge.

    Looking over your shoulder at me you see my chest tighten, my eyes close
and mouth opening into a tight liped cry as my body shudders and you see the
fountain of my seed spraying up from behind you, feeling it splatter over your
bare back, feeling hot after the cold kiss of the water, almost bruning as you
rub your ass again and again along my shaft and each bob of your hips is
rewarded with another spurt of cum, spraying high into the air, my groaning so
loud with each explosion of seed, gasping, crying, fingers gripping your sides
so hard, as you bring me to such a shuddering orgasm.



    Returning from the morning spent beside the river, we leave the horse's in
the stable and cross to the house.  I explain that it's time I took you to the
village to show you around and let you learn where to shop.  You listen
obdiently as I explain your chores in the house, your attention slipping back
to the morning in the sunshine, to the feeling of my body taking yours, as I
relate to you some of my particular tastes in food and drink.  I pause,
raising an eyebrow at your distant expression.  You blush, dropping your head
shyly to the floor.  "Sorry..." You stammer, concerned by the tone in my voice
as I repeat myself.

   Stepping into the house I suggest you go and change, "Choose something soft
and summery!" I say as I leave you and enter my own room.

     Inside your chamber you slip out of the riding clothes and turn to the
wardrobe, curious about whatelse might lie within.  You ponder my instructions
as you open the doors, determined to pick the correct outfit, it is only a
second before your fingers settle on the very thing.....

    Downstairs, dressed in a soft white T-shirt and cream, linen slacks I wait
for you, hearing the door to your room open and turning to look up the
sweeping staircase for you.  Appearing around the top turn, I can't hide the
soft smile on my lips as I see your choice, perfect I think, she is learning
well.  You look down and see my admiring smile, feeling a swell of pride mixed
with relief at my obvious approval.  I watch as your sandled feet tred deftly
down the stairs and admire the way the full hem of your summer skirt swings
asoftly about your bare knees, the tight, flowery, bodice hugging your chest,
holding your full breasts together to leave a deep, welcoming to the eye,
swell of cleavage showing above the low kneckline.   "Perfect!" I say, handing
you a brown wicker basket,  as we step out from the house.

    The walk to the village is short, passing through the gates to the house
and turning to follow the quiet country lane, flanked at first by fields and
then picking its way under a green canopy of trees, the strong sunlight
filltering through the leaves above to leave us tredding through pools of
light and dark.  We chat as we walk, mostly myself speaking, with you nodding
and agreeing, listening intently to every word, the shopping basket swining in
your hand as we stroll towards the village.  Your aware of my eyes dropping
unashamedly to your breasts now and then, always returning to yours once more
with a smile curling my lips.

     Entering the village you feel yourself relaxing, the small cottages
huddled around the central village green basked in a lazy, summer afternoon
glow, a place where the hussle and bussle of the world is forgotten and
replaced by a slow, steady, easy ryhtym of life.    Following the edge of the
village green we arrive outside a small, bow windowed, shop.  Where I push the
door open and allow you to step inside.

    "Morning Mr Richard," says an elderly man behind the counter, putting down
his paper and standing to greet us.

    "Morning George!" I say, "Meet Suzie, my new maid."  I say.  You smile
a shy, sweet smile, and are rewarded by a broad grin from Gerorge.

    "Hullo Suzie, you going to be taking care of him are you?"  George says,
I'm tempted to tell him you already have done that admirably but instead I let
the comment pass, glancing at you and winking, seeing the smile start to curl
on your lips as you turn your head to hide the grin from the shop keeper.

    "Lets collect our shopping." I suggest, leading the way down the shelves
of the shop.  Pointing to cans, bottles, boxes as we pass by, turning to see
you collecting each object I've indicated and dropping them into the basket
that you have craddled in your arms.  Turning back to the racks I collect a
bag of columbian coffee beans and turn back to you to toss them your way,
stopping as I see your eyes fixed on a display of freshly cut flowers, blue's
and red's collected from  the woods around the village.   I toss the bag into
your basket, the impact making you jump and spin to look at me.  "Take them,"
I say softly, "You are entitled to your treats too."

    "Thank you."  you smile as you collect some stems, picking the finest
blooms, carefully, selectively, until you have a large bouquet in your hand
which I watch you lay gentley into the basket.

     I pick up a long, french loaf of bread as we pass the bakery section,
wrapped in a sheet of white paper, continuining through the shop with it held
in my hand.

     By now we have followed the shelves into a far corner of the shop, hidden
from shoulder height down by the racks from the gaze of anyone else in the
store.  "What about some mineral water?" I ask, nodding down to the bottles
arranged on the floor before you.

    "Of course." you nod, stooping for a moment to collect one, then, the sly
smile on my lips halting you, your eyes widen, a playfull urge inspired by my
smile.  You cough, "Of course Sir..." you say again, dropping the basket to
the floor, turning to face away from me and slowly, bending forward to collect
the bottle.  I chuckle sofly behind you, eyes widening as your bending lifts
the back hem of your skirt, sweeping highjer over fine, firm, strong thighs,
rising up to leave it hang at half the length it was, your ass tight and firm
under the thin fabric as you remain bent double.  "So many to choose from?"
You say, playing the game, enjoying the delicious, wicked thrill, as you study
the selection of bottles.

    "Pick a good one!" I say a little loudly for George to hear as I lift my
hand and let the end of the bread stick hook under the hem of your skirt, you
feel the fabric lifted from against your thighs, clenching your cheeks tightly
for me inpreperation for their display, hearing my appreciative gasp as I lift
your hem above your backside and see your bare bottom, cheeks firm
and painted with perfect tan lines.   You let your hands slip onto your
ankles, amazing me with your suppleness, looking back to me from beside
your lower leg, hair a tumble of soft curls over your face, pushing your chest
closer to your knees, fully aware of the effect your tight, firm, inviting
bare ass is having on me.  Watching as I let my free hand fall to my hip and
drag my fingers along the length of my cock, holding the thin linen of my
trousers to my body, letting it show the form of my hardness underneath.   I
push your hem over your bottom, letting it rest over your back now and drop
the bread into the basket, letting my empty hand settle onto your cheek.  You
gasp, biting your tongue to stifle anymore sounds as my fingers spread over
you and slide into the valley of your cheeks.  "Stay like that!" I whisper,
letting my index finger trace down the crack of your arse, pushing deeper
between your silk thighs and against the soft, full, mound of your sex.  You
moan, fingers gripping tighter on your ankles as you struggle to stay as you
are, fighting the urge to push yourself back onto me as a gentle fingertipe
teases your lips apart and sinks into your sex.  You clench your eyes,
fighting the need to gasp, the groan that is building inside you as another
finger enters you and together, begin to fuck you from behind, all the time my
other hand idlely brushing my cock through my trousers.

     You find it hard to catch your breath bent over double as my fingers
plough into you, sinking deep down to the knuckles, sinking into an ever
growing pool of wetness, each thrust sending juices oozing from you, sending a
shudder through your contorted body.  "Stay just like that.." I comman in a
soft tone, "Just like that..."  finger's opening now with each deep thrust
into you, "just like its my cock...   hold there and enjoy...."  harder and
harder now, deeper, fingers hungry for you and slipping so easily within your
soaking body.  Your chest starts to burn, desperate for the air that you can
barely suck into your body, trouble breathing because of the way you are benmt
and the struggle to stay quiet.  Finally, my fingers take you to the edge and
I feel your body tighten, the grip of your cunt around them holding,
squeezing, leaving you shaking, you entire frame tight as you savour the
ecstasy of your clandestine orgasm.

      I bend lower and whisper  "Good girl..."  you twist, your cheek glowing
and flushed, truning to look at me as I lift my fingers to my lips and suck
them clean, savouring your taste, brushing the hem of your dress back down to
hang again around your thighs.

     You straighten, your body aching as you do, gasping to recover your
breath.   "Come." I say, instructing you to follow me.

    "I did!" You mange, grinning, tuning my instruction into a question.  I
laugh with you as we wave goodbye to George and step out into the warm
summer sunshine once more.

    "Don't know about you Suzie," I say, "But I'm thristy, have you ever been
into a typical english village pub?"

      "I'd like to see a pub!"  you say, brushing the hem of your skirt down
neatly around your knees, as we stand outside the village shop, the basket hel
in your hand.

      I smile.  "I think we have earn't a drink!" I agree, and then pause, a
knowing smile on my lips as an idea flickers into my mind.  You give me a
quizical look, suddenly aware of the nature of my thoughts, knowing I have yet
another naughty plan in my mind.  You smile too, a thrill running through you,
realising that together we have found a channel to release some of the deep
held fantasies inside us both, emotions and thrills heightend for each of us
by the master and sub element of our relationship.   Eagerly you wait to hear
what I have thought.

     Peeking over your shoulder towards the corner around which the pub lies,
I place a hand on your arm and steer you closer to the wall of the shop, out
of sight of any patrons on their way to the pub.  "The Green Dragon is just
around that corner," I say, nodding towards the end of the wall.  "I think
I'll go in there first, give me a few minutes, then follow me."  You look
puzzled for a moment, smilings softly I continue to explain my train of
thought.  "I want to see what the locals make of the sweet,"  my hands lift
slwoly to unhook the top button of your tightly fitted bodice, " innocent," I
smile as your top opens another inch revealing more breast, "lost." I add, as
I release another button and you glance down seeing that your dress, although
not exposing you, is revealing enough of your curves to catch anyones eye,
"forgien girl," I continue, "who has stumbled into the pub to quench her
thirst on a hot summers afternoon shopping trip."  You grin, your eyes
widening at the thoughts of the role you are about to undertake.  "Who knows,"
I continue laughing, "perhaps the local squire will take pity on you and
rescue you from the place and take you home to offer you a place to rest," I
pause, my eyes burning yours, before I add, "if you can tempt him enough!"

     Your smile acknowledges your acceptance of my challenge and I step away,
"Five minutes!" I say, walking around the corner and casting a smile back at
you before I disapear.

     The Green Dragon is the focal point for the village, one of the oldest
buildings in the little hamlet.  Thick, stone, white washed walls and a
sagging, old moss covered roof.  The front garden, blooming with flowers
dotted around the lawn, which has tables and chairs scattered over it.  I walk
to the door and push it open, stepping into the darkness within, my eyes
adjusting slowly to the lower light inside after the blinding sunlight.

    Midafternoon and the pub isn't very busy, a middle aged couple sit at one
table in a corner, talking softly, and a few local men are gathered at stools
at the bar talking to the landlord.  "Afternoon Sir" shouts the barman, "How
are you today?"

    "In need of a pint!" I call back, nodding hello to the guys at the bar as
I move closer to the counter and watch old Joe the barman pour my drink
slowly.  "Sure is a warm one!" I say to the men sitting beside me.

    "Tis that al'right," says Malcom the gamekeeper, "and it'll be gitting
warmer still afore the summers over." he asures me, as I take my pint and take
a long swallow.  I hear the door open and glance over quickly, relaxing as I
see two business men enter the pub, no doubt in search of escape from their
office lives.

     I take my glass and wonder across the bare wooden floor, picking my way
through the dark, ancient wood tables and chairs and settling into a large,
polished leather armchair facing out into the pub from one corner beside the
fireplace, too warm for flames, the black oak beams of the fireplace hold a
selection of cut flowers in its gapping maw.  I smile softly, placing my glass
down on the table beside me and stretch out, waiting eagerly for the game to
begin......

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