In the days of my time, I am a lucky man, a slave or runaway, as they would call me in the Americas. I now live in France on a lovely country estate, with rolling hills, a lake, or water hole we would have said in the quarters. It looks like Virginia some, but thank god it ain't, in chains there, I am now paid for my work a salary, have a room to myself, and hours when I know I can do as I please. And no one to call master.
The family I work for, a fine country gentleman, a little older than I, his wife, and their three lovely daughters, one in her 18th year whom I write this tale of. The others, 15, and 11, lovely and pleasant young women all. Their, mother, governess all dote on them, but spare not the rod. I am in my 30th year, and am free only because I fear not the sea. When I ran I reached a coast, I know not which, but north, and worked on a Portuguese merchant ship to pay my passage.
I came upon the gentleman of this place I now call my home, in town, and helping to load his wagon of supplies he inquired if I was looking for a position? Work, he said, well not a fool, I replied, I am. So returning to his land on the rear of the wagon, he asked about me and my history, born a slave , running, working, no family to speak of, I wanted no lies between us. I was hired in that wagon, 30francs a month, room, with a fine feather bed, and meals which cook prepares to perfection.
But I must get back to the real reason of this tale, lust, lust that could be the end for me. But oh, try as I may, I could not resist the charms offered. You see joy, the eldest daughter took a fancy to me, and having been to finishing school in Switzerland , was a little more worldly and friendly than the others and seemed to want talk more also. She would approach me quite openly as I worked in the barn, or the fields. I, also, tend the horses, mend fences and drive the wagons and carriages for the missus and girls.
Joy and my tale begins at the lake as I took my swim, the water is clear, green and about 10 stones deep, great for fishing and has grassy banks and is surrounded on all sides by stands of trees. I took to wearing a pair of torn and used breeches having I think been looked upon by someone when I swam stripped bare. I heard a rustle of leaves and looked but saw no one. Later when joy and I spoke her eyes, blue and lovely, seemed to sparkle and shine and her cheeks and neck showed a flush above her blouse.
She is tall for a lady, with golden hair, and beautiful pink mouth. She tends to sit at the edge of the water when I am in, she asked if this was ok, and I said yes. Usually she sits on the grassy bank and raising her skirts to not get them stained, I am permitted a view of her lovely ankles and knees, and when she is in her favorite position with her head on her knees as they are raised, with her arms around them. I can see the underside of her creamy silken thighs right up to her bloomers.