by
Robert W. Birch
If I believed in reincarnation, I would imagine that we had
met in our past lives, no doubt in the countryside outside the city of London in the mid 1800s. I imagine us living in the
fresh air, as those in the city were being forced to endure the foul smell of coal-fired stoves and open sewage. Unlike the
women in my lower working class who were totally dominated by men, you were
spoiled by an over-indulgent father. You, the only offspring of a rich landowner, and I the stable boy just a year older,
lived very different lives. I had, however, from our early teens admired you from a distance. The corset you began wearing
accentuated your beautiful maturing body.
I had always been thrilled when you would come to the stable and asked me to help you mount the tall brown thoroughbred you had named William. As you would throw a leg up over the saddle, from where I stood I could see the crotch of the frilly bloomers under your lacy full skirt. I would imagine what the view would have been had you not been wearing that fancy undergarment. But I would then scold myself, for I was a servant and you were betrothed to the son of a rich merchantman, also of the wealthy gentry class. Still, as you rode off I would become excited by the thought of your private parts responding to the motion of the powerful beast between your legs.
One day, as I did every day, I was leading your mare to the stream to drink when I came upon you sitting on a large rock. It was an isolate spot and I assumed you were unaware of my presence. You seemed totally engrossed in a book. As I passed, you bent a knee and raised one foot, placing it up on top of the rock. This presented a clear view up your skirt and the sun was just right, allowing me to clearly see you were not wearing your bloomers. There I saw a curly patch of hair, but also the full outer lips of your Victorian pussy, with the tender pink inner lips sneaking out into the soft sunlight.
I stumbled, for I was so absorbed by the revealing sight of a part of you I had only tried to picture in my mind. I reflexively groaned and expected you to clamp your slender thighs tight and lower your foot to the ground. Instead, without looking up from the book, you provocatively allowed the knee of that raised leg to fall even further to the side, and I could see the delicate velvety hood of your clit, with the little pink pearl peeking out from under it. I was spellbound and my cock immediately hardened. I stopped in my tracks and you lowered your book. I thought for sure you would now close your legs, but instead, the tip of your tongue slipped out and seductively licked your full red lips. A devilish grin then highlighted your beautiful face and you coyly looked back at the book without robbing me of the exciting view.
I thought I had best leave and I took a step, but you called out and I can still hear your words. "Robert, me thinks you have grown bored with my gift."
"On no, Lady Laura," I replied. "Your generous offering has stirred such passion in me that I think it best to immerse myself in the cold water of yonder mountain stream."
"I have a wet but much warmer place where you could immerse your passion," you replied, adding, "but it will cool neither of us."
That day your horse went without water, you did not finish your reading of a Shakespearean play, and I got to live out a fantasy that I had only imagined and believed I would never experience. An hour later, as we lay content and tightly snuggled, we agreed to run off together. We did and lived happily and passionately forever.
I believe it is from those previous lives that we now feel this passionate chemistry. Come, my love, let me immerse my passion in your beautiful warm wet place.
© Robert W. Birch
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Books by Robert W. Birch - Novels, Short Stories & Poetry
Sci Fi Erotic Romance Four Book Series
Three Erotic Time Travelers Novels
Erotic Romance in Later Life: Gray Pleasures
A Collection of Erotic Short Stories