Under the Azalea Tree

He was just wandering through the forest, looking at the trees, the flowers, smelling the smells that rise after a rain. Fresh and interesting. As he came around a bend in the road, he looked across a grassy meadow and saw a woman standing by an azalea tree, standing up on her tippy toes, smelling the flowers on the lower branches.
"Damn!" she exclaimed, to which he answered out of helpful habit, "what's wrong?"
"Oh!" she gasped, then turned around to face him. She carried a walking stick, perhaps teak? she wore a light cotton dress, and seemed to almost glow. "What are you looking at?" she demanded.
He stammered a moment, and she realized he was harmless. One can tell these things, you know. "I thought you needed help, mam," and started to turn, walk away.
"Wait," she called to him. "Come here," she was testing him.
He came right up to her, and stood quietly, looking into her eyes instead of staring at her breasts. She liked that. She pointed up with her stick, "Pick me that small bunch of flowers."

He looked up and reached, carefully snapping the twig of flowers and handed them to her. "Here you go, miss"
She held the flowers for a moment, then told him to get down on his knees.
He did so immediately, "yes mam," he answered her.
She began pulling up her dress, exposing first her thighs, and the small underwear she wore. "Kiss me," she said.
He was a bit confused, though, as she had raised her dress to just above her pantyline, but, even on his knees, he was easily eye level with her breasts.
"Kiss me!" she was more demanding this time.
So, he reached over and gently pushed up her dress, exposing her tummy. he leaned down to kiss her belly. He continued raising her dress slowly till her breasts came into view, her nipples beginning to stand a bit more erect, their pink tones hardening, he kissed first the left, then the right.
She pulled off her dress over her head and tossed it behind her, and pulled his head into her cleavage. Oh...
He kissed and fondled her till the nipples stood erect, hard, standing on her rising orbs. He looked up at her face, her head began tilting back.
He began kissing lower then, first her belly and belly button, then onto her warm pussy, slowly probing her line till he found her button. He teased it with his tongue till it began to minutely sway back and forth beneath her labia...
He stood up and stepped behind her, and held her left tit in his left hand, pulling and teasing the nipple with his thumb and fingers, his right hand sliding beneath her skimpy panties, cupping her pussy and massaging it, down, up, down, up...ever so gently probing her line with his finger....
Her head rolled back onto his chest,"Oh, goooood boy!" she called out. Her right hand reached back behind her to feel the now bulging part of his pants, her left hand tugging at his hair, his hot neck, as he kissed her neck, her shoulder, her cheek, her ears....
His massage became more animated, she started undulating under his touch. "Ohhhh,"

She made noises he hadn't heard before. Her scent filled the air.
She was wet with happy sensations...."oh...."
she went almost limp in his strong arms, then suddenly stood up.
"Ahhhh" she said, as she stepped forward, "do you know who I am?"
He shook his head.
"I am the Princess of this land, the baron owns it all, including me," and she looked at him.
He was blank of expression. "You must not tell anyone of what we've done, she said, reaching down to pick up her stick.

Only then did she realize her dress had landed in the creek below them, she gasped.
"Damn!"

He removed his shirt and handed it to her, which she took. She told him again, "You can tell nobody! Ever," quite sternly.
He nodded as he watched her walk away down the road, his shirt in her hand.
She had gone about twenty meters and turned to look at him....
He stood there still watching her soft butt, her smooth legs, his chest glistening with sweat in the Sun.
He looked down.
She stepped quickly into the distance and was gone.

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