| I follow the main street north and leave Brackenbrook behind me. The road I'm on runs roughly parallel to the river and will get me a good part of the way to Arton. If I manage to keep a steady pace, I should be able to reach the first inn along my route around nightfall. By then, I'll probably be fairly appreciative of a warm meal and the comfort of a bed. |
| Though the day is pleasant and my progress good, boredom quickly sets in. Among the travelers I see in the morning are two young riders going the same way as me. A horse would have been ideal of course, but is beyond my means. If journeying on foot turns out to be too tedious, I'll check the price of a carriage ride in the closest town, though I'd rather not spend the coin. |
| I grow hungry around midday and sit down on a flat rock by the roadside to take a short rest. An unseen bird repeats its short melody while I eat a sandwich. As I sip my lemonade afterwards, I watch a wagon coming from the direction of Brackenbrook. I casually greet the driver, a plain looking fellow with short brown hair clad in a ruffled white shirt and dark brown breeches, when it passes me. |
| Surprisingly, he brings the team of bays to a halt. "Hello, love," he says in a friendly voice. "I hope you don't think me too forward, but I'm rather curious where a lone girl like you is headed on such a fine day." |
| I put away my canteen. "I'm on my way to Arton, mister." |
| "Then your destination is the same as mine. I'm headed back there after doing some business." He smiles at me. "Want to keep me company the rest of the way?" |
| I can scarcely believe my luck. "I'd be happy to come along." |
| He motions behind him with his head. "Then put your luggage in the back and get on." I quickly deposit my bags in the rear of the wagon and climb onto the front to sit beside the kind stranger. "Welcome. My name's Darrell." |
| "Thank you," I say amiably. "I'm Jenny." He drives on. I don't mind the slight bumpiness of the wagon's movement considering the advantages compared to walking. |
| After a while of silence, Darrell says, "So what do you hope to find in Arton, Jenny?" Not feeling comfortable sharing my aspiration to become a ranger, I only gaze at him uncertainly. "Seeking your fortune? Or perhaps fame?" He brushes an errant lock of my hair aside. "A little bit of both?" |
| "Something like that," I reply with a bashful expression. |
| He puts his hand on my knee. "No need to be shy about it. A beautiful lass like yourself should have no trouble finding wealthy patrons in the city." Pushing my tunic back, he slowly slides his hand up my leg, lightly stroking the inside of my thigh, and my heart beats a tad faster in return. "There's no need to wait though. I'm not rich, but I'll pay a fair price for your services." |
| Blushing, I realize he thinks I intend to work as a courtesan. When he places his hand on my panties and comes into contact with my pussy, I gasp. For too long have I yearned to be touched again, and my body reacts accordingly, but this isn't how I want to do it. I press my legs together tightly. "I'm sorry. I can't." |
| "What's the matter, love, am I not to your liking?" Darrell says as he withdraws his hand, a mix of disappointment and confusion in his voice. |
| I smooth my tunic. He seems to be nice enough, though I don't find him particularly attractive. "No, that's not it." |
| "What is it then?" He puts his hand on my back. "It's all right, you can tell me." |
| "I'm still a maiden," I say quietly, my blush deepening. |
| A long moment later, he chuckles. "Oh, I underestimated you. You preserved your maidenhood to give a memorable debut, eh?" He nudges me gently. |
| Amazed at the conclusion he drew, I respond with a noncommittal shrug. In the silence afterwards, I'm acutely aware of my still tingling pussy. I sigh. My desire is simply too strong to ignore, and I have no idea how long I'm going to be able to resist him. |
| "Listen," Darrell says excitedly, "I admire your business sense and respect your plans, but that doesn't mean we can't come to an arrangement." |
| "One that would let me keep my maidenhood?" I ask dubiously. |
| "Sure, we can have fun in other ways. I can even give you some pointers if you like. Instead of giving you money, I'll pay for your food and lodging, but you don't have to do anything you don't like." I hesitate, and he continues, "You don't have to answer right away if you don't want to. There's an inn farther ahead where we'll stay overnight, so just let me know before then." He flashes me a smile. "I do hope you accept my offer." |
| He falls silent, and I mull over his proposal. My lust needs to be satisfied one way or another, and he'd even leave my maidenhead intact. In addition, I wouldn't have to spend any coin until we reach the city. It sounds like a fair deal to me. I decide to agree to it, and my pussy approves my choice. |
| His comment about a memorable debut keeps me occupied further. It appears my maidenhood could be used to my advantage, and I wonder how lucrative it might be. It would probably earn me enough money to buy a proper outfit, a pair of swords, mayhap even a horse as well! Of course I'd have to become a courtesan, even if only for a single night. I'd like to ask Darrell more about it, but he doesn't mention it again during our occasional chats, and I'm too timid to bring up the topic directly. |
| The sky is starting to get dark when we arrive at the crossing where the inn is located. The River Maiden is a large two-story building on the side of the road opposite the river. Darrell drives to the stables and takes a small bag from within reach behind him. We get off the wagon, and he gives me a quizzical look. "In case you've decided to decline my offer, you need to get your own bag." |
| "That won't be necessary," I say, feeling my desire resurface. |
| "I'm glad to hear it." He offers me his arm, and I latch on. We walk to the entrance of the inn, and Darrell opens the door for me. A big man sporting a full beard standing behind the counter welcomes us when we enter. As we step forward, a beautiful painting on the wall draws my attention. It depicts a nude woman sitting on a rock in the middle of a river, her blonde mane long enough to reach down to the water. |
| "How was business, Darrell?" the man asks in his deep voice. |
| "Good, good. Business isn't on my mind right now though." He puts his arm around my waist. "Do you have a cozy little room for the two of us?" |
| He nods and gets a key from a drawer which he hands over. "Room eleven. Enjoy your stay." |
| Darrell thanks him and we go to the adjacent dining area where we sit down at one of the smaller tables. The pretty waitress soon comes over. "Two warm meals?" she asks with a smile. We affirm. "And what would you like to drink?" |
| "Ale for me," Darrell says and looks questioningly at me. "And you, love?" |
| "I'd like a lemonade please," I tell the waitress. |
| "Coming right up," she says and disappears into the kitchen. |
| We don't have to wait long. The food consists of a slice of meat and roasted potatoes covered in a thick brown sauce. It tastes just fine, and I eat as heartily as Darrell, wondering how the rest of the evening will unfold. The way he looks at me when our eyes meet is quite promising. |
| Once my plate is empty, I quickly drain my cup, impatient to leave. In contrast, Darrell sips the rest of his ale very slowly. With an amused expression, he says, "So what would you like to talk about? I could tell you a story or two of my dealings if you're interested. Long, detailed accounts of incredibly exciting business transactions." |
| "I'm more interested in an exciting bedtime story," I reply seductively. |
| "I like your idea better." He empties his mug in one big gulp. |
| We return to the reception area where he takes one of the candles and turns it on. I follow him up the stairs and down the corridor to the door with our number. Darrell unlocks it, and we enter the clean and nicely furnished room. |
| He places the candle on the small table, and we take off our shoes. Standing close before me, he brushes the hair back from my face and looks into my eyes. "Tell me, Jenny, do you want me to take charge?" |
| "Please do," I say, glad he asked. |
| "Sure thing." As Darrell goes to the bed, he turns his head to say, "Stay there." He opens the window shutters and reclines on the bed. There's just enough light for now to see each other clearly. After gazing at me for a short time, he says, "I want you to do a little dance for me." |
| I raise my eyebrows, no idea what he expects of me. "Any advice?" |
| "All right, let me explain what I mean. Imagine you want to express lovemaking by dancing." Still uncertain, I shyly start to move my body. "Yes, sway your hips." With a tad more confidence, I do so. "Good. And move your arms too." I incorporate them into my rhythm, trying to dance as sensually as possible. |
| "Come closer," he says hungrily. "Slowly." Darrell smiles appreciatively while I move towards him little by little. "Take off your clothes." I stop and grab the seam of my tunic. "No," he exclaims promptly, "keep dancing." |
| With a light flush, I continue to dance. I turn about and remove my tunic. Hands concealing my breasts, I face him again. I step right in front of the bed and tease him a moment longer, then bare my chest. Wriggling my behind, I slip off my panties and stand naked before him. "Nice show," he says, beckoning me. "Now come here." |
| I join him on the bed and get on top of him. Darrell welcomes me with a kiss, his lips tasting of the rich sauce, and fondles my left breast. When he pinches my nipple, I bite my lower lip. My desire surges as he rolls it between his fingers, and I moan softly. He reaches down to my pussy and says, "You're so wet already." |
| "It's been too long since I've been touched," I reply in a sulky voice. |
| Darrell strokes me gently. "Well, that's not good." |
| "No," I breathe. "Not good at all." |
| He slides a finger back and forth the length of my lips. "This is good though, right?" |
| "Very good." I let out a deep sigh of pleasure. "But… ." |
| He cups my right breast with his free hand. "But what?" |
| I hesitate before I manage to say, "Feel free to be a tad more aggressive." |
| He roughly squeezes my breast, causing me to gasp. "Like this?" Eyes half closed, I give a slight nod. His fingers firmly pressed against my wet pussy, Darrell continues to rub me. I start to move my hips with his rhythm, relishing the sweet friction. He focuses on the area around my tiny jewel of pleasure and soon makes me climax. Breathing heavily, I sink down onto his body and rest my head. |
| He strokes my hair for a short while, then says, "Your turn now, love. Undress me." We sit up, and I untuck his shirt. He raises his arms above his head with a smile. I remove his shirt and throw it to the floor. Putting one of the pillows upright behind him, Darrell leans against the headboard. His chest is lightly covered with hair, and I caress it as I kiss him on the mouth. In return, he plays with one of my breasts and even gives its nipple an almost painful tug. |
| My lust reignited, I put my hand on his crotch while sucking his nipple, and I feel his manhood straining against its confinement. Impatiently, I unbutton his pants and pull them down far enough to release it. His member pops out and is fully erect in an instant, curving upwards and a little to the side. Resisting the urge to grab it, I take off his breeches and toss them aside. |
| I kneel between his legs and bend down to take his hard penis into my mouth. While I suck him slowly, I realize how much I missed the smell and taste. I love the effect everything combined has on me. Darrell puts his hand on my head, stroking my hair with his thumb. "Don't forget the balls," he says quietly, "just be gentle." I massage them gingerly, and he sighs deeply. "Yeah, like that." |
| My rhythm gets faster as I get more aroused, and I moan softly. "I really appreciate your enthusiasm," Darrell says, "but it would be even nicer if you looked at me once in a while." Uncertain, I stop pleasuring him and raise my head. He brushes the hair out of my face. "I didn't mean for you to stop, but I do have a question." |
| Blushing, I grasp and stroke his erect manhood. "So eager to please," he says with a smile. "It would please me greatly to come in your mouth. What do you say, love?" Cheeks burning, I only nod. He puts his hand on top of my head and gently, yet insistently, pushes me back down onto his penis. |
| He sets the pace as I continue to suck him. It doesn't take long for me to get used to it, and I remember to make eye contact. He gazes back at me with an intense expression, though it's getting more difficult to make out details in the twilight. I concentrate on his hard member again, so excited I moan occasionally. |
| Darrell soon starts to moan himself and uses both hands to make me speed up a little. When he orgasms with a long groan not much later, he keeps my head in place for the duration, his warm seed spilling into my mouth. He relaxes noticeably and lets go of me. I slowly withdraw and swallow his semen. While licking his penis clean, I look at him, his features indistinct in the dimness. |
| He pulls me close to him and kisses me. I return his kiss with fervor. His hand finds its way between my legs, and I moan desperately. "You're even wetter than before. Did you forget I just touched you? What's your excuse this time, love?" |
| I giggle. "It just happens when I'm together with someone." |
| "Oh, so you randomly get wet when in the company of other people? Isn't that a bit inconvenient at times?" He lightly caresses my sensitive skin, teasing me. |
| "No," I protest playfully, stretching the word. "It only happens when doing certain things with someone." |
| He presses my pussy lips together. "Such as?" |
| Exceedingly aroused, I feel bold enough to say, "Having a dick in my mouth." |
| "Well, it will go away if that's not the case anymore, right?" He gently pats my pussy and removes his hand. |
| "I guess," I say, bemused. "Aren't you going to touch me some more?" |
| Yawning, he stretches his arms. "I'm feeling rather tired, love. Be a good girl and tidy up before we sleep." |
| Not sure what to make of the situation, I stare at him for a long moment. "Fine," I say curtly and reluctantly turn away from him. |
| "Don't dawdle." He gives me a slap on the butt. Startled, I let out a little shriek and hurry to gather our clothes strewn on the floor. I put my tunic and his shirt over the back of the chair. While I lay the other pieces on the seat, I hear him close the shutters. |
| Before I turn off the candle, I see that Darrell is holding up the thin blanket for me, our pillows back in place. In the darkness, I carefully go to the bed. Still excited and also irritated, I lie down on my half of the mattress, facing away from him, and he lets the blanket fall down on me. |
| "Come a bit closer, love," he says, putting his arm around me and pulling me towards him until we lie nestled against each other. His hand ends up on my breast, and he massages it casually. My lust quickly returns to its former intensity, and I moan with unfulfilled desire. "That reminds me." Darrell puts his hand between my thighs and starts to rub my pussy. |
| I close my eyes, reveling in the pleasure. "You fooled me," I say between moans. |
| "Just having a bit of fun with you," he says in a lighthearted tone. "You're not mad at me, are you?" |
| In my current state, I'm incapable of being mad at all. "No, but please don't stop." |
| "Don't worry," he says, tenderly stroking my jewel. Whispering, he adds, "I want you to come for me now." I happily do so, moaning with abandon. |
| While the pleasant warmth of the afterglow slowly replaces my dissipating lust, Darrell says, "My hand is still wet." I grimace as he suddenly puts it on my lips. "You mind cleaning it up?" I lick his fingers and palm clean, getting a little aroused again in the process. "Thanks, love." He gives me a pat on the belly, and I feel him shift. "Good night." |
| "Good night," I reply, also adjusting my posture slightly. It's really nice to lie so close together, I only wish I had done it with Andrew, preferably after we had sex for the first time. With a deep sigh, I close my eyes and wait for sleep. |
