The next evening it was much easier to get out of the keep now that she no longer had to hide her activities from her maid. Instead, her maid helped dress her in blue peasant top and navy skirt, braids pinned neatly against her head... it meant that she and Al would have even more time together since she didn't have to wait while her maid dressed her for bed and then sneak out and redress herself. Brandy went willingly to bed while Gwendolyn snuck out, earlier than usual.
To her extreme pleasure Al was waiting for her at the gate, surprised and delighted that she was almost a full hourglass earlier than usual. They skipped and danced through the meadow, sky fully darkening overhead as they talked and laughed, joking and playing tag like little children. Gwendolyn ran ahead of him to the clearing, laughing as he caught up to her and swept her up into his arms as they entered their little area. Kissing her deeply on the lips, he lowered her to the ground so that she was standing on tiptoes, body pressed against his. Pulling away he smiled down at her.
"Let's go swimming," the mischief in his eyes made her gasp with delight.
"I don't have any swimming clothes," she protested.
"So?" With one eyebrow arched he began stripping her of the clothes she was wearing, squirming in resistance for a moment, she finally laughed as she realized that she'd been planning to have him lick her cunny so he would see her naked anyway that night. Their clothes making a small heap on the shore, hairpins on top of her blouse so that her two brown braids hung down to her waist, Al picked her up and tossed her shrieking into the pool. It was deliciously cool, and her nipples immediately puckered as she broke through the surface, laughing as she brushed water out of her eyes.
"You brute!" she squealed, splashing water at him as he followed her in a much more sedate way, "What kind of knight throws his lady into a pond?" The water came up to just above her breasts, and they bobbed enticingly in the water, droplets sliding over her curves.
Laughing he splashed back at her before rushing forward and catching her in his arms, "The kind who suspects his lady might really be a naughty wench in need of a good scrubbing." she gasped, mockingly insulted, and pushed his head under the water so that he came up laughing.
He chased her all over the pool, each time he caught her claiming a quick kiss or a squeeze of her breast or buttock under the water. A few times his fingers slid along the slick surface of her pink cunny and she moaned and shivered in his arms as he let her go again. Not surprisingly, she allowed herself to be caught quite often.
Finally he caught her up in his arms, her body pressed against his and she could feel his stiffie pressing against her shaved mound, hard and enticing as he walked them out of the pool while they kissed. As he laid her back on her cloak he looked over her glistening form with lustful eyes, his gaze traveling from her excited amber eyes and pouty lips, over the curves of her dewy breasts, and then widened as they finally fell upon her shaved pink mound. In the quickness of everything that had happened before he hadn't noticed, and had attributed its smoothness in the pond to the water.
"What's this?" his voice was filled with excitement and amazement as his fingers traced over her stomach and smooth mound, curving over her inner thigh.