The lord and the lusty lady

Outside in the hall the portly Geofrey, staggering from room to room in a drunken search for his wife, stopped in his tracks at the sound that he thought emanated from the bathroom. Was that really a woman’s scream? Was there an intruder? Were the women in danger? No hero, Geofrey decided that it would be best if he returned to his room and retrieved his flintlock pistol before investigating, just in case.

Charlotte, who had been enjoying her romp and had decided that sexual encounters with men were just as much fun as Sapphic embraces stopped mid gyration as she heard what could only have been a floorboard outside the room creaking under the weight of someone’s footsteps. She climbed off Du Valle and whispered to him that he must leave, and right away. Penelope climbed into the bath – if it were her husband, awoken from his alcoholic stupor then she needed an explanation for her absence from his bed.

Charlotte hushed her two lovers and the eighteen year old unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into the hall. Walking to the end of the hallway and seeing that the coast was clear she indicated to Du Valle who watched from the bathroom doorway that it was alright to leave but just at that moment she saw Geofrey emerge from his bedroom and realised the game was up unless she took some action. Stepping in front of the overweight and aged Geofrey she arrested his progress as he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The girl was dressed in only a thin nightshirt and she had clearly been bathing as the thin fabric clung to her svelte and desirable young body. His eyes latched onto her erect nipples, poking through the cotton and highly arousing for the drunken aristocrat. Friend’s daughter or no he wished that he could take the young wench to his bed chamber and enjoy her fulsome curves.

Charlotte recognised the look in his eyes and if truth be told she had been disappointed that her session with the charismatic and well hung highwayman had been so cut short. She knew also that if she did not intervene then there would be hell to pay for her, Penelope and most certainly for Du Valle who would face the hangman’s noose at Tyburn if apprehended.

Stepping closer to Geofrey the sultry Charlotte whispered in his ear how she had not realised just how handsome he was, so strong, so rich and powerful. She placed a hand on his chest and slipped it inside his fine shirt, her fingers running through his chest hair... His face and other certain parts of his anatomy lit up at her suggestiveness...

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