CHAPTER 2
James arrived just before sunset. He took his case of cigars and sat on his wide balcony to have a glass of wine and a few puffs before deciding what to do next.
Hunger was never a concern for the Baron. Ever since his deployment overseas, he had gotten the taste for a different kind of hunger that he found only a few could fulfill.
He took a long drag at the cigar and looked out into the horizon. Then a slight movement on chaise lounge the far end of the balcony caught his eye. He approached it cautiously and saw that there was someone sleeping in it.
James had forgotten that he had a ward in his home when he opted out of dinner. This must be Emma. She was dressed only in a thin chemise and her figure was visible underneath it.
His eyes trailed over the strings that were loosened, rendering her top gaping wide open. The top half of her huge tits spilled out, displaying an ample cleavage. James imagined himself kneeling down to push the neckline gently with his finger, revealing her beautiful nipples.
Emma whimpered and shifted, changing her position then snorting in annoyance. James looked at her pixie-shaped face and admired the pink pouty lips and he wondered what they would feel like on his cock.
She was still fast asleep but her movement managed to uncover one full boob that rested like a creamy pillow on her side.
James couldn’t deny that he was becoming aroused at the sight of the practically half-naked Emma. He could see that she wasn’t even wearing any drawers underneath as the outline of her slender limbs was visible in the fading light of the setting sun.
James had to stifle a private laugh. This piece of furniture had been aptly called “the fainting chair” by the man who sold it to him and sure enough, this girl seemed so passed out for whatever reason that it was amusing the name rendered itself correct.
He pushed a strand of hair off of the girl’s face but she didn’t move.
This was 19 year oldEmma, Thomas’ sister. He didn’t think she would be this adult. In his mind, he would be taking charge of a waif. He rubbed a finger on her lips, still no movement. James then grabbed hold of the armrest to lean forward but withdrew his hand quickly as it felt sticky and wet.
“What the…” he muttered and drew his hand to his nose.
The day had been dry and there was no reason for anything on the balcony to be damp. Then he caught a whiff of it. The smell of sex and then looked at Emma and her half-naked state. She must have been gratifying herself in front of the naked Grecian sculpture. It made James’ blood boil in lust.
The girl was indeed a wench wanton and common. Then she stirred and James thought she would awaken but Emma only shifted positions so that her chemise flew completely open, exposing her bulbous tits and listing the hem so that it exposed her pussy lips that were lined with a thin mat of hair.
His urges stirred in his loins but he stopped himself.
“Not tonight,” he thought and walked away, leaving Emma splayed with tits hanging out on the fainting chair.
He went into his room which was adjacent to Emma’s in the shared balcony and satisfied himself, stroking his length and feeding on the memory of the softness of Emma’s pussy lips then smelling the hand that held the aroma of her sex. James released his load as he was falling asleep, made a mental note to tell the butler to ask Emma if she needed anything. He was in no mood to deal with the wench now.
Emma had grown to love horses in the farm and was so happy to be around them. Mammy, the farmer’s wife, broughther around while she tended to the animals provided, of course, that all her reading, calligraphy, and needlepoint was accomplished. She had heard about the Baron’s magnificent stable of horses and thought to ask him about it at breakfast, only to be disappointed that her brother’s friend did not join her.
The people who she expected to be with her weren’t there, so Emma decided she was going to do things herself.
From the butler, she came to know that her brother had to leave suddenly and the Baron had spent the night resting in his room. He would be expected later in the day. From the gardener, she learned where the stables were and was soon on her way to explore the grounds.
Dressed in a light cotton dress with a bunched neckline, Emma went looking for the stables. She didn’t bother wearing the homemade corset Mammy made for her. What was the point anyway? There was no one here but the manor staff and the animals. It was not as if there were going to be any visitors or prying eyes.
She needed a distraction from what happened last night. The explosive sensation she experienced rubbing her crotch on the arm rest was nice but she wasn’t sure where it came from.
The strange thing was that she woke up with more wetness in her privates than what she remembered what she thought she remembered. Emma wanted to go out to the balcony and do it again but decided against it. Yes, she really badly needed a distraction.
Emma ambled along the beaten path and past the wooded area, just as the gardener said, the stables were. She glimpsed of the building from afar but was distracted by a small bleating sound by the bushes.
“Oh!” Emma exclaimed when she saw a foal caught in some brush. She approached the animal slowly and leaned forward to comfort it.
Unknowing to Emma, James Riverton had been up early and was also on his way to the stables. He had gotten word that one of the foals were missing and wanted to search himself.
Since they were short handed that day, he dispatched the available help to the further side of the estate to look for it while he traced the path between the stables and his residence.
“Come on, don’t be scared,” James heard a soft voice from the other side of the shrubbery.
From the vantage point of his huge manly frame, he could see Emma, leaning down on the foal, stroking its mane. Soon his eyes were diverted to the neckline that hung loose, her soft creamy mounds hanging like fertile teats that were ready for the milking.
Immediately his cock twitched inside his breeches. The girl didn’t even wear the proper undergarments! He reminded himself once more that arrangements were needed to find the girl a suitable maid.
After this annoying thought, James’ attention was brought back by the soft humming coming from Emma. He looked in fascination as the animal calmed down and Emma slowly untangled the foal’s mane from the brush.
But as soon as it realized it was free, it bolted, causing Emma to fall on her chest and onto the dewy wet ground. James immediately sprang to her side and helped her up.
“Are you ok?” he asked, conscious that the front part of her dress was wet from a small puddle she had fallen into, plus it was muddy in some parts. The fabric of her dress clung to the shape of her spheres and outlined her areolae and nipples quite clearly.
Emma automatically tried to get up and fluffed her skirt from the dirt that had attached to it.
“Oh no, Mammy will be so cross if this dress got ruined,” she cried and without a thought started pulling it off her shoulders.
James mouth dropped when Emma slipped the dirty garment down her knees and off her body, leaving her in the translucent cloth of her undergarments.
He could now clearly see the voluptuous outline of her body. At least now, she had her drawers on, he thought not that it helped tone down how desirable she looked.
“Do you know where I can wash the mud out immediately?” Emma asked, unconscious of how sexual her body was.
James composed himself and tied a rope around the foal.
“Of course, follow me” he said and led her to a small shed attached to the stables which housed a hand-pump that drew water from a natural deep well in the farm.
“Do you know how to handle this?” James asked, pointing to the old pump.
“Of course!” Emma replied gaily, “I grew up on a farm, silly.”
James made an indecipherable gesture and Emma assumed he was a farm hand who would be returning the foal to its mother. James was dressed in old clothes as he expected to be going through the shrubbery and trees in search of the animal.
As the door to the small shed shut, Emma removed the rest of her clothing and started to pump water into the vat. She hung her undergarments on a peg in the wall, just to be sure they don’t get dirty as well. She then started to pump it briskly, filling it with fresh water.
James heard the sounds from inside the shed and couldn’t resist peeking into a gap in the wooden slats.
There he saw the naked Emma, her hair in ringlets down her shoulders, barely concealing her bouncing tits. His eyes trailed to her flat belly and saw she was completely naked as a fine line of pubic hair directed his eyes to her pussy.
Emma then squatted beside the vat to rinse out her dress. As she did, James had a good view of the pink slit that parted between her open thighs.
“This girl has no idea,” he thought as he absentmindedly touched his aching crotch.
A wave of gentlemanliness swept him momentarily as he shouted, “Would you have any use for a coat?”
He saw Emma pause thoughtfully then reply, “That would be a fabulous idea!”