The Yeoman's son woke suddenly, he had dreamt of the same maiden, the very same maiden who had set up residence in his mind since he had caught glimpses of her bathing in the river to the north of his father's land. Those casual glimpses had sent him up the forest bath every morning since that day, to be disappointed at every turn.
Pulling himself from under the warmth he dressed quickly, collected a few bathing items and headed to the start of the northern path. With a deep breath and a prayer to any god or goddess, he started his long walk through the trees.
The maiden had been uncommonly beautiful, long dark hair, creamy white skin and just enough curve that his hands always had something to do. He could feel his breeches tighten as he remembered the way the water had made her body glisten in the morning light, how the cold water had made her nipples appear to be diamond-hard points. His breathing quickened, not just from the pace he was setting.
He rounded a large oak and stopped, there were splashes coming from up ahead, walking slowly he saw the maiden who had stolen all of his attention, bathing in a deep pool deeper into the woods off the path. His breath caught, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. Collecting himself he turned off the path and headed for the pool.
"Excuse me fair maiden, thine pool looks perfect for a dip, perchance I could slip inside?" he asked, trying not to scare the poor girl.
The raven-haired beauty looked up at the Yeoman's son, just as a ray of sunlight cascaded through the trees, lighting her ivory skin and gilding the water.
"Good sir, I do hope you are referring to the water, and not my womanly pool? For I know not your name," she said playfully, while slipping lower into the water to protect some measure of modesty.
The Yeoman's son smiled, attempting to hide the growing bulge in his breeches, then bowed graciously.
"My apologies, goddess of the woods, I am Harrison of Eastemere, First Son of Yeoman Geralt, Yeoman of the Lord of Castlemere."
The maiden in the pool stopped for a moment, looking up at her visitor.
"If a lady can't trust a gentleman in these woods, then who can she trust," she said, the hint of a smile playing across her perfect lips.
Without needing further invitation Harrison removed his clothing, in his haste forgetting the effect she had had on his body. Upon hearing an intake of breath he looked up to see that she had not missed the state of his cock.
"I apologise m'lady, I didn't think you would notice," he said, feigning embarrassment.
"Harrison of Eastemere, one does not need to apologise for showing appreciation. As a lady, my appreciation isn't as obvious, but please don't take that as an insult," she said.
Bowing his head, the Yeoman's son slipped into the pool and sat on a stone facing the young maiden.
"Do you often swim in this pool miss?" he asked, trying to keep the beautiful girl engaged.
With a slight smile and the hint of a blush, she looked right into Herrison's eyes.
