By Laura H.
The young woman sat in wait, contemplating when her busy husband would return. Only a girl was she, ageing in at a mere 17 years. Married and made a mother was most girls at this time, but the girl had yet to harbor a young child in her womb.
Lately, her husband had become such a bore, his work, his one and only true passion. The only time he took to acknowledging her was while his manhood was thrusting in and out of her sheath. After he had released the tension, which makes a man's pants tighten, he would return to his work, and again, the young girl would return to contemplating when she would meet with him again.
The young girl, who we will at this point acknowledge as Pan, was a radiant beauty. 17 is often considered the prime of a girls life. It is when that she is about finished developing into a healthy supple woman, but whose hormones are still raging with energy and willingness to try and do anything.
A shadow suddenly fell across her fair face, attracting her eyes to follow from whence or whom it came. Their eyes met, and her heart slowly melted. He was a sturdy young gentleman, his long lavender colored hair taken back neatly, and held back with a black ribbon. His soft blue eyes highlighted his complexion, and his smile seemed to make his whole face glow as the firelight danced across his eyes.
Dressed in a press black suit, his coat tails reaching the back of his thighs. A black scarf hung down his chest and it was knotted at his throat, and tucked at the low collar of his under-vest.
"Madam, I think you are in need of some....assistance."
His voice was low, but the words floated from his tongue like water over the smoothest rock in the brook. She was taken aback at his comment, not knowing but somewhat aware of what it could mean. Oh, how it made her heart jump in contemplate what those words could mean...
"I beg your pardon, Monsieur?" she asked, feigning innocence and purity of mind.
He looked over her, only seeing her a few times at local gatherings in the town. She was breath-taking, her large dark eyes peering at him, undoubtedly longing for him. She was dressed in a deep jade colored flock, loose and free around her legs, but tight where it counted, accentuating her voluptuous breasts and thin waist.
Dare he lean in and kiss her red lips? Those beautiful and soft lips that so many a man have wanted to taste. Dare he make a move on another man's wife, especially one so high in status? Dare he put his life on the line just to see if her lips were as sweet as she looked, her face so soft and her hair as fine?
Dare he did, as he came closer, both hands on her arms, holding her there as he pressed his lips against hers, her chest rising and fallen rapidly in the heat of the moment. He ran his tongue along those lips, exchanging the same air as his warm breath traveled along her face, making her tingle with longing and excitement for him.
"Mon Ami...you take my breath away," he whispered, burying his face in her long raven hair, the sweetness of it's smell lingering in his nostrils until he remembered to exhale.
He brought his face to her neck, and lightly kissed and tasted the soft skin with his warm mouth. Pan's eyes closed as she lean her head to the side, and let out a long deep sigh, her hands running through his hair, she grasped the ribbon and pulled, letting his hair loose. It spilled over his shoulders and around his face, its color accentuating his face perfectly.
"No...dear pilgrim...Not here...Not now..." she begging in soft gasps.
The young man knew what she wanted, body movements letting him know. He turned a deaf ear on her pleas and slowly lower her to the floor.
Pan's eyes fluttered open, and she watched with a child-like amazement as he removed his jacket and vest, only a thin white shirt blocking her view of his tight, healthy young chest.
"Please monsieur...your name..." she whispered softly, as the man reached down and let her hair loose, her beautiful dark hair falling down over her bare shoulders. "Torankusu..." he whispered, slowly unbuttoning her chemise, freeing her supple round breasts.
It was too much to hold back as he lay his head down on her and slowly licked and teased her hard nipples. His teeth lightly locked around the base of the erect nub as he lavishly licked and puckered at them. His forefinger and thumb locked around and teasing the other.
