On a hot, sunny day in June, I saw the two of them preparing to go out for a walk together. Eric was dressed in his hunting tweeds, and Tabitha wore a long shawl wrapped around her shoulders and carried a picnic hamper. I watched as they walked away together across the lawn and through the rose garden, and being curious and not having anything else to do that morning, I decided to follow them.
I kept a distance from them so they were not aware that I was following. Eric helped Tabitha to step over a stile that crossed the fence at the back of the rose garden and led into the woods.
It was cool and shaded in the woods, the trees grew closely together and the foliage was dense overhead. Eric and Tabitha strolled along the main path through the woods, him swinging his walking stick and her carrying the wicker hamper. I followed at a distance.
They were chatting to each other but I could not make out what they were saying. We went deeper into the woods, walking for maybe half an hour or so. Eventually, I saw that they had come to a stop in a clearing up ahead. I approached stealthily and hid behind a holly bush to watch them without being observed myself.
Eric spread a tartan picnic blanket on the ground, and Tabitha put the hamper down on a tree stump, knelt on the blanket and started to unpack food and plates. I could see they had sandwiches, a pork pie, and scones with jam and clotted cream.
Eric produced a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses. He popped the cork and it flew off into the undergrowth. He poured himself and his nursemaid a glass of the fizzy wine and proposed a toast. They sipped the champagne together and he cut them both a slice of the pork pie.
The bush I was hiding behind was maybe thirty yards from the centre of the clearing. I could observe the couple clearly but I could only hear snatches of what they were saying to each other while they ate their picnic. I did get the impression that Eric was being very charming as he could be sometimes. Tabitha seemed to be enraptured with the attention he was paying her, she gazed at him and giggled girlishly. I was not jealous. I was glad Eric's attention had shifted from me. I stayed hidden in the bush and watched intently.
I could see that he was flirting with her. He fed her a sandwich from his hand and poured her more champagne. He stroked her cheek with the side of his hand and whispered something to her. It was evidently something naughty he had said to her, as she giggled and blushed.
They had finished the sandwiches and started on the scones, splitting them open and adding jam and cream. He took her shawl in between his fingers and lifted it. She held her hands up to resist him, but he carried on. The shawl fell away, she wore a dress underneath that I thought was indecently low cut, especially for wear during the day and outside, but this was apparently what was fashionable amongst low class women at the time.
Her plunging neckline exposed a good deal of cleavage between her more than ample bosoms. I must say I pitied Tabitha for having such exceedingly large breasts, I imagined it must be a nuisance to have to carry them around in front of oneself all the time. I was thankful that mine were small and firm and perfectly formed, not big and wobbly like hers. Tabitha's were enormous, and Eric stared at her chest in a very indecent way.
He whispered to her again, she giggled nervously and looked shocked, but he kept whispering, and she was persuaded to unbutton her gown at the back and lower it a little, pulling her slip down too and making her huge bosoms spill out of the front of her dress. She proudly displayed herself to Eric, exposing her large pink nipples to his lustful gaze, thinking that it was only him that could see her, not realising that they were not alone in the forest and that I could see her too.
Eric took the spoon from the pot of clotted cream, and then dabbed a little of the cream, first on one then on the other of her nipples. She gasped, evidently surprised by the cold cream against her naked flesh. Eric admired her creamy breasts then took one in both hands and held it up and sucked the cream from her nipple. He repeated this with her other breast. I was surprised at his gentleness, as he can be very rough and beastly at times, but he was treating her very lovingly, caressing her, softly kissing her.
He had her sit on the tree stump with her hands by her sides and her large breasts still on show. I thought she looked very pretty in her eyes, her hair and her limbs, but her bust was much too large, spoiling her beauty. She could have been the model of female attractiveness if it wasn't for the enormous size of her breasts. The grossness of her udders distracted from the delicate features of her face. Her near perfect figure was ruined by the vastness of the bulging, flabby projections from her chest. Her beauty was sufficient that she could have passed for an aristocratic society lady, but sadly her weighty pair of mammary glands made her look exactly like what she was, a slatternly wet nurse.
He took her shawl and to my great surprise put it over her head, winding the end around her neck so that her face was completely covered and she was now sat on the tree stump with only her ripe melons visible, the rest of her skin was completely covered.
Eric stood up from the picnic blanket and took a pair of leather gloves from his jacket pocket and put them on. He walked to the side of the clearing and picked a long stalk of grass from amongst the undergrowth.
He turned around and looked back to where Tabitha was sat, admiring her from afar. I could see that she was breathing heavily and shaking slightly, she was evidently excited and a little nervous having her eyes covered and not knowing what Eric was doing.
Eric crept up to where the nursemaid was sat, holding the long stalk of grass in his hand. Standing a yard or two away from her, he held out his hand and tickled the underside of one of her breasts with the end of the grass stalk. She jumped when she felt the flowering seedhead of the grass brush against her. They both giggled.
Eric tickled her other breast in the same way, and she said "Ooh" loud enough for me to hear. He rubbed the tip of the grass stalk against her nipples, making them visibly larger and harder. He brushed the grass all over her naked breasts, in between, around their tops. He tickled her with the grass for a few moments longer, and then tossed it to one side. He walked back to the undergrowth to continue the game.
This time, he took a large thistle from amongst the plants growing there. He pulled this up by its roots with his gloved hands then walked back to where his lady sat with her head covered. She could not tell what he was holding, but she might have guessed when she felt him brush the sharp prickles of the thistle against her naked flesh.
Holding the thistle by the root, he scratched it up and down her large soft breasts. Tabitha gasped with surprise and pain. He put the prickly plant in between her ponderous puppies, then squeezed them around it with his gloved hands, squashing her soft breasts around the sharp leaves. After this, he took the thistle and slapped it against her naked bust, smacking the spiky vegetation into her delicate skin.
Tabitha's boobs were looking a little sore and scratched after this thistly thrashing. I felt quite shocked to witness such unkind treatment, but Eric was an unusual man and his bad behaviour should not have surprised me. When he had finished tormenting the poor girl with the thistle, he dropped it to the floor and walked back to the side of the clearing.
The next part of the game was even worse than what had gone before. He took a bunch of stinging nettles in each hand, took these back to Tabitha and very vigorously rubbed them all over her naked titties. He methodically made sure that every inch of her nude flesh was stung by the leaves of the nettles. He rubbed them across her nipples, in between her cleavage, across the tops of her fleshy breasts. He very cruelly had her hold her boobs up so he could rub the nettles across the soft skin underneath them.
He whipped the leaves against her as well, driving the tiny poisonous barbs of the nettles into her sensitive boob-flesh. The nettles started to fall apart, but the damage to the unfortunate nursemaid was already done. Tabitha's tits were stung all over, the nettle-rash turning her once milky skin a livid pink, the soft skin spotted with lumps and bumps caused by the toxic prickles of the nettle leaves.
