It was an unusually hot summer day at Waterford Manor in Ireland in 1787. The cows were lying in the fields, the pigs were sleeping in the mud, and even the chickens were reluctant to leave their coop.
But there was Kenneth, the yardman, out in the heat of the sun chopping down a tree in the garden that had been struck by lightning the night before. He had removed his shirt and there he stood, all six feet of him in only his kilt and boots.
From her bedroom window, Lady Kathleen could see that Kenneth was no stranger to hard labor as his strong arms, back and chest muscles flexed with each swing of his axe. His body tanned from the sun glistened with perspiration.
As Kenneth paused from his labor to wipe the sweat from his brow, he turned and noticed Lady Kathleen peering out the window. He smiled and gave her a nod of his head. She smiled in return. Then Kenneth noticed her hand-servant, Moira, standing behind her in a certain state of undress – her long blonde hair flowed over her unclothed shoulder scarcely covering what appeared to be her bare beast.
Moments later, her Ladyship walked out the door wearing only her dressing gown carrying a tray with a pitcher and a glass. Lady Kathleen was a strikingly beautiful red-haired woman about a half a foot shorter than Kenneth whose small waist only accentuated how well her full breasts filled out her dress gown.
"Kenneth, you must be dying from the heat. Please have a drink", Lady Kathleen implored. "And why don't you come and sit in the shade for a while."
"Thank you ma'am that's very kind of you", he replied, "but his Lordship will be home in two days and I must have this finished before he returns."
"Nonsense, you take this drink and go sit in the shade right now." She said sternly. "I'm in charge while the Lord is in Dublin." With that she walked back into the Manor and Kenneth walked over and sat in the shade the garden arbor provided.
It wasn't long before Moira the hand-servant returned with a basin of water and towel. "Lady Kathleen asked me to help you wash before I bring you some lunch." Kenneth stood there quite surprised as she began washing his bare back with the dampened towel.
Moira had a gentle, sensual touch as she gently washed his back, then his arms. Turning him, she began to wash his chest. As she faced him, he couldn't help notice her pert breasts heaving under her low cut peasant dress with each breath she took.
As Moira continued to wash him, Kenneth asked her "What were you doing in the Lady's bedroom earlier appearing to be half naked." She replied, "Lady Kathleen had awoken in a sweat following a dream and need my attention immediately and I didn't have time to fully dress."
"What kind of attention did she need that didn't allow you to cover yourself?" he asked. "Much the same as I'm giving you right now." She replied "You mean you were washing the sweat from her chest?" he responded "Yes, and everywhere else as well."
"Tell me, did you enjoy washing her as much as you seem to be enjoying me?" he asked smiling down at her. Moira looked at him with a shy grin and replied, "Oh yes. She has a beautiful body with such soft, smooth skin. I enjoyed it very much and she seemed well pleased with my service too" Your service? What else did you do for her? Kenneth asked
"Well, while I was washing her back as she lay on her stomach on the bed, she asked me to give her a message. Well you know how high her bed is, so I had to climb up and straddle her on my knees to get the leverage give her a rub. I started with her shoulders all the way down to the small of her back. She then asked me to go even lower. So I moved down a bit, working my thumbs on the small of her back onto her beautiful ass, where I then used my full hands.
"While I was messaging her ass and the back of her legs near her knees, she spread her legs and asked me to message her inner thigh. So I began and she insisted I keep moving up her leg. I could see her pink vagina had a glint of moisture beginning to form as my hands got closer to it. I must admit I was getting a little wet as my hands moved closer.
"I must have been distracted by this beautiful sight my knees slipped and I lost my balance and fell on top of her with my face in between her legs. I thought she was going to scold me, but instead she out let a sound of pleasure and said 'oh yes, please taste me.' Well she is the Lady, so I couldn't refuse."
All the while Moira was speaking she continued to wash Kenneth and it was evident he was enjoying her tale and her touch as the front of his kilt was beginning to bulge and lift.
She continued, "So I let my tongue gently taste her juices – and they were delicious! As my tongue began lapping up her sweetness, Lady Kathleen rotated her hips and slid her knees forward to raise her ass and fully expose her pink pussy. My tongue couldn't help but lick harder and finally enter her."
With that, the bulge in Kenneth's kilt had come to a point and was now pressing against Moira. She looked down and began to unbuckle his belt. His kilt opened and fell to the ground revealing his fully aroused manhood. Moira slid her hand down to his hard cock and began stroking it as she continued her story.
"I see you like me story. Where was I? Oh yes, I was licking the Lady's juicy pussy and my tongue going in and out and then flicking her clit, when she rolled over and grabbed the hair on the back of my head, holding my mouth against her wet pussy; her hips grinding against my face."
