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Dream #4
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Dream #4
by Caesar(93)
The Sleeping Tyrant Inn was very full. Before I even
entered the smoke filled building I could see the packed humanity
within. If another wayside stop was within twenty miles I would
have kept going, yet this was my only possibility. A night upon
the lightly covered snow did not impress me. I had to reach my
destination by tomorrow evening, nothing could slow me down.
The stable boy took my Palfrey and the coppers with a
toothless smile. Before I even went through the door, a man came
flying out. Head first. I almost turned around and kept going
down the road, but the grumble of my belly prevented me.
Stepping over the comatose individual I entered the Tyrant.
The first words I hear, "Ave gov'?"
"Uh, good evening..." I was rudely interrupted.
"Now ya' just sit yo'r p'etty buns down gov' and I be'd
right wi't cha'." Do I really need to give a description to this
tavern worker. I think not, my story is about someone else.
I looked about the room, and there was no place to sit, no
table free. I loathed sitting with uneducated farmers and their
lackeys. Yet over near the wall, furthest from the fireplace and
loudest commotion, was a small round table. It was the person
sitting at the table that interested me most, and who is the
reason I'm writing this short story. A lady of mark and
obviously her maid were sitting alone, the other tables full of
men ignoring them as lower classes often did with high-born
women.
I stood over them, my hat in hand, "Good evening lady," I
addressed the one, "would it be uncivil of me to present myself
and ask the privilege of sitting at your table?"
"Of course good sir, a gentle-man is always welcome at a
lady's dinner table. Especially if she is alone amongst..." She
stopped and looked around, echoing my own thoughts. "My name
honoured sir is Lady Samantha, this is my maid H----." For the
life of me I can't remember the maids name, no matter, I didn't
even look at her.
"A pleasure of your acquaintance my Lady, my name is
Viscount Caesar." I took my place in the empty seat. "Have you
yet eaten?"
She nodded no. "The wench does not want to serve our kind
it seems." I was taken back, we had money, and we will not
barter with chickens for a drink as I assume many of her clients
do.
I immediately stood and waved over the woman that had
greeted me upon entering this establishment. "Madam, three fine
dinners, well cooked mind you, and wine for the table. Hurry
about it wench." She gave me a evil look but the silver coin I
produced caused her to shuffle off quickly and with a smile.
Sitting again, I began a polite conversation with the pretty
Lady. I learned many things, none that truly interested me. The
supper arrived, great heaps of it piled high upon the plate, was
palatable barely. Yet it did fill me up. I ordered three rooms
for us. There was no problem with that, most of the clientele
lived within riding distance and only came for an evening to
drink and socialize. I accompanied Lady Samantha to the door to
her room, kissing her hand telling her I will be gone early and
would not see her tomorrow. She nodded and sweep into her room.
I was about to enter my own when H----- grabbed the crook of my
arm.
"Sir, the Lady Sir!" She dropped her voice, barely audible
over the steady roar of the tavern. "It be'd her husband, he's
right knocked. If ya' know what I mean? We are going to his
mothers where I believe he wants the gentle Lady disposed of
Sir!"
I was a little taken back, "Disposed of? What do you mean
woman?" It was a very stern voice I used with that maid.
"I mean Sir, he wants a d'vorce." I had to sigh with
relief, I had thought she meant...well you know. A divorce was
possible since King Henry VIII created the Church of England, yet
only the very rich could afford this privilege and is still rare
even at Court. The maid took my silence as not understanding her
simple country words, "The Lord has a new woman, a country wench
with no manners. He even flaunts her in the household manner.
If I be so bold," she has so far, "the Lady is beyond herself.
Perhaps even readying to leave us by her own hand."
She was saying that Lady Samantha was preparing to commit
suicide because of her ignoramus husband. I could not believe
that the soft-spoken smiling Lady that I had dinner with, was
going to take her own life. Then a door opened down the hallway
and H----- scurried off almost scared. Why had she told me,
what could I do? I entered my room and lay upon the bed starring
at the ceiling.
Two hours must have gone by in a wink before a decision came
to me. I exited my room and entered the Lady's. Yes I didn't
knock, nor was it locked, but had a triangular piece of wood
under the edge of the door. Very easy to still open quietly.
I sat upon the bed next to the dark sleeping form, and then
spoke, "Lady Samantha?"
She turned around facing me, I could sense her nervousness
as well as my own, "Viscount, what...?"
Gently with as much skill as I could apply, I kissed the
Lady upon the lips. I found them warm, moist, and inviting. She
did not resist nor did she return my kiss.
Holding my face above hers I whispered, "Good Lady your maid
has told me what ails you." I kissed her again. "I am here to
convince you that I for one cherish your life." This time she
returned my kiss, yet with very little passion.
My tongue caressed her lips and slid past into her mouth. I
fondled and toyed with her mouth, coercing her to open her lips
even more to my intrusion. Very slowly she responded to my
interest and returned my passion. Her own tongue caressed mine,
while I savoured her hungry taste. In only a single minute she
was transformed from a sad mute, to a passionate woman. She
began to explore my own mouth, teeth, and lips. Her hunger
rapidly gaining ground with my own passion.
Lady Samantha pulled her arms from beneath the thick woolen
blankets to wrap me against her. Her hands were pure energy,
moving rapidly pulling my blouse from my trousers and feeling the
smooth hard skin beneath. I in turn held her head in my hands
gentle as if holding a babe. I would not want to turn her away
with aggressive mannerisms. She held the reins as to how far and
what this evening entailed.
Her hands snuck between our stomachs to undo my trouser
belt. The lady's hands were shaking so violently I wondered if
she was scared by my intrusion. Yet when my bottoms were pushed
past my buttocks and my manhood exposed did I learn the full
truth to this woman. Lady Samantha held my rigid penis with her
small hand and let out a very deep sigh into the depths of my
mouth even while she measured and tested my manhood. Evidently
she was satisfied and I felt her body relax, her hand come away
from my crotch, and her mouth detach from my own.
She whispered, "Viscount Caesar I am convinced that my life
means much to you." Her lower body rose up and pressed into my
own, grinding herself for only a second. "Yet I wish to be
influenced even with more lassitude!" She brought her mouth
again to mine, the kiss infinite with possibilities and with
great passion.
Yet I pulled away and swiftly stood before her quick hands
grasped me by my loose blouse. I stood and began to disrobe, my
body exposed to the pale moonlight coming through the window. I
could see her wide eyes glow in that light, watching me minutely.
The clothes slowly dropped to the ground, as I enjoyed the show I
was giving the Lady. Her legs wiggled beneath the rough blankets
and her hands roamed her upper body. When finally I stood naked
beneath the moonlight and allowed her eyes to behold my male
wonders did I really notice my full passion. The Lady was tiny,
her body small while still being cute. Her face round with wide
bright eyes, her mouth a smile, her curves desirable.
My sex exposed as it was in the damp cool air, stood hard
and straight pointing towards the ceiling at its usual angle. I
grasped in on my right hand, as males would do, perhaps assuring
ourselves that it is real. I spoke, "The nightdress, my Lady?"
I presented it as a question, it was in her power to deny me this
one present and for me to deliver her my tribute in any manner of
her liking. But Lady Samantha quickly pulled up the nightgown
from beneath the security of her covers and quickly over her
head. The lovely eyes barely left my grasping hand except for
the brief second of disrobing. I caught a glimpse of her lovely
round breasts, the tiny dark nipple, both of which quickly
disappeared beneath the rough blanket.
"Come my Lord, tonight I am no Lady but your servant!" She
held the edge of the blanket up inviting me. I caught a glimpse
of her pale thigh and leg, enticing me even more, before I
quickly slide in beside her.
"And I yours Madame!" Our lips met yet again.
Our passion pressed us onward towards the glorious enviable
ending that was the logical finish to my tale. My apologies, I
am getting well ahead of myself.
Her hands quickly grasped my naked buttock and fondled them
to her delight. While the other held my head and hair,
manipulating me to the angle of her lips and tongue. The Lady
was a hellion, her passion consuming me, bringing me to the rein
of her lips. It was my turn to groan with delight.
One of my hands held me steady to her side while the other
roamed along the length of her body. The skin of this beauty
magnificent, my hand contently feeling the wonderful contours of
woman. I trembled with anticipation as my hand cupped her rib
cage below her bosom. Together we made noises of love as my hand
slide up to hold her breast. The nipple was small and hard,
pressing into my palm. Without thought my centre pressed to her
hip, the hardness contained warmly between us delightfully. The
kiss and earnest fondling lasted for an eternity while our bodies
withered next to each other.
It was Lady Samantha that decided the beginning of the end.
To my surprise she turned away from me, causing me to fear a
rebuttal of my amorous desires. Thankfully she brought her warm
round bottom to my lap, grinding my hardness between the twin
globes. My Lady moved her upper leg ever so slightly and I again
felt her small hand grasp my manhood. Maneuvering slightly she
bent the shaft of steel and brought the head to the opening of a
warm delicious tunnel. We both moved in unison, my hardness
gliding effortlessly into the enveloping wetness of her
womanhood. I was surprised that the voice that yelled out was
my own, so delirious did she make me.
The round bottom of Lady Samantha began its slow dance.
Moving with a strange and erotic rhythm. By the heavens above,
did I grasp that soft hip and deliver unto her again and again.
Our skin began to slap, the speed accelerating deliciously. The
Lady rotated and pumped her bottom without effort, the speed in
time to my own. It was magical, the way our bodies related to
each other. She was a tiny woman, small to my size, yet she fit
before me as if God himself designed her. In fact my voice often
called his name, as well as the Lady Samantha's.
My hand detached itself from her hip and firmly grabbed a
round breast. Her back arched towards me, bringing her neck and
ear to my lips. My tongue left trails of moisture along those
same contours. Quickly, with desperation, I slide my hand from
her bosom to the wonder between her legs. I expertly touched the
love button at the head of the break wonderfully concealed with
thick curly hair. She was coated with her own desire, and soon
my hand was covered from the moisture.
Lady Samantha cried out for God above, for mercy, and
thankfully for me. Our bodies were coated in a fine film of
sweat, the sound echoing about the room as our bottoms met, the
smell intoxicated me. A man can only take so much of such a
woman before his passions become too much for him.
The lady straightened her body then stiffened herself like a
board. Nothing moved. Yet within her a hidden muscle went out
of control, squeezing my manhood deliciously bringing about my
own outburst of love. The tribute flooded into her, causing the
Lady to jerk forward into a ball with only her bottom still in
contact with me. The release of my passion finished all to
quickly, my darling Lady also slowly controlled the muscle spasms
she had undergone while I had been too far gone to notice.
Gently Lady Samantha again straightened out, her whole body
soon in contact with my own. My lips sought her neck and with
love kissed the smooth scented skin. She hummed and brought a
hand around to caress my hip and leg. Her legs tightened
together upon my rapidly withering organ and held it within its
delicious confines. My body, exhausted from my strenuous love
play, soon began to fade. I slept soundly, and believed I didn't
move the whole evening.
This was no simple mercy encounter. In fact it may have
began as one, but turned into something more joyful. I wanted
more of the same!
I awoke with the heat of the sun upon my bare chest. Next I
noticed the wonderful scent of Lady Samantha near me. So
reaching out I was surprised when the rough confines next to me
were empty. I opened my eyes and upon the sack that acted as a
pillow, sat a note.
Needlessly I do not need to write what that tearful note
contained. Yet, dear reader, be assured the Lady was comforted
and her mind at ease. But the possibility of our continuing
relationship quit impossible. I was dually saddened and pleased!
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