7th October 2011
Du Valle was in his element, regaling the young beauty with tales of his daring do whilst removing her silk stockings and running his tongue the length of her leg. She was a pretty young thing with a look of innocence about her and indeed it had taken some persuasion before she would accompany him to his bedchamber. She protested that she was a virgin and had never been alone with a man and he had assumed her story to be false, until he realised that she was in fact the daughter of the landlord...
He lifted her soft, flimsy nightdress over her head and revealed the two small mounds of flesh, erect nipples pointing upwards. Her stomach was flat and toned and he could not resist licking at her belly button before working his way downwards. As he pleasured her she used both of her hands to push his face ever deeper into her, her needs paramount. Du Valle obliged. The girl may not have been a courtesan, but she was almost certainly not an innocent either, as she came loudly. This was his signal to take what he wanted and soon his body was stripped naked and ready to enjoy the soft, nubile creature beneath him. This would be the first time he had enjoyed sex in Hertfordshire and he was determined to enjoy it.
He had hoped, when he first entered the tavern, to have an erotic encounter but he could not be certain that even with his undoubted charms he would be successful. After all, he was French and he was a highwayman, the men in the bar would almost certainly want to pick a fight and he wanted to remain hidden, in the background. One slip up, one mistake and he would be hanging from a rope at Tyburn gaol. He had looked on enviously as men caroused with the many stunning, hot Hertfordshire girls in the establishment, the fun loving and sexy Hertford, Hitchin and Hatfield girls dancing on the tables, singing and flirting for all they were worth.
But it had been Isabelle who had sneaked away from company to follow him up the stairs. He had taken one look at the sexy blonde beauty, her toned and sensual body and knew he wanted to enjoy carnal knowledge. He was not to know that this would be his last time...
Outside in the corridor the Landlord pointed out Du Valle’s door to the two soldiers, flintlocks at the ready. He had noted the Frenchman’s accent and he had arranged for his daughter to go upstairs to distract the suspected highwayman and to delay any departure until he could return with the soldiers. It was a handsome reward at stake, though he had not counted on his daughter actually ending up in bed with the charming Frenchman...
Concluded this week...