Her mood perked back up and he was pleasantly surprised. She had apparently saved herself for her husband her whole life and now was ready to give herself to him instead.
It‘s common for men of your status to have mistresses is it not? You won‘t even have to tell anyone… she said as she pulled her slip off letting him see what he had only before imagined. He knew it was common, but, it was more likely to be a woman kept in a summer home or a lady that travels with him while the queen stays home, or someone to provide chidlren when the queen is unable to do so. For a mistress to be the new girl in the queens court would be a scandal and he knew it. He dare not say that, though. He didn't care.
He reached up and touched her breasts. He looked at her blonde hair as it fell onto her face. Up to this point he had tried to keep his eyes there, but, now that she sat straddled on top of him he let his eyes wander. He stared at her breast as he ran his hands over them. It caused her nipples to become erect and he slightly pinched and tweaked them. With each touch he delivered to her body he wandered if any man had ever done this to her. His gaze dropped down from her breasts to her firm, smoothe stomach. She was curvy in all the places a woman is supposed to have curves. Her body was perfect as far as he was concerned. He looked at her legs, one on each side of his body, and followed them with his gaze to where they met.
He wandered if she knew anything or if this was going to be a 'how to' excercise. His answer was quickly answered as she began kissing down his stomach explaining something about a trick in the French court. He didn't catch all of what she said as his cock twitched in excitement.
Could you show me the trick? he smiled at her as he reached down and ran his hands through her hair. Tonight was going to be a long night . . . and he was ok with that.
It‘s common for men of your status to have mistresses is it not? You won‘t even have to tell anyone… she said as she pulled her slip off letting him see what he had only before imagined. He knew it was common, but, it was more likely to be a woman kept in a summer home or a lady that travels with him while the queen stays home, or someone to provide chidlren when the queen is unable to do so. For a mistress to be the new girl in the queens court would be a scandal and he knew it. He dare not say that, though. He didn't care.
He reached up and touched her breasts. He looked at her blonde hair as it fell onto her face. Up to this point he had tried to keep his eyes there, but, now that she sat straddled on top of him he let his eyes wander. He stared at her breast as he ran his hands over them. It caused her nipples to become erect and he slightly pinched and tweaked them. With each touch he delivered to her body he wandered if any man had ever done this to her. His gaze dropped down from her breasts to her firm, smoothe stomach. She was curvy in all the places a woman is supposed to have curves. Her body was perfect as far as he was concerned. He looked at her legs, one on each side of his body, and followed them with his gaze to where they met.
He wandered if she knew anything or if this was going to be a 'how to' excercise. His answer was quickly answered as she began kissing down his stomach explaining something about a trick in the French court. He didn't catch all of what she said as his cock twitched in excitement.
Could you show me the trick? he smiled at her as he reached down and ran his hands through her hair. Tonight was going to be a long night . . . and he was ok with that.