Kara sat nervously in the great hall of her Uncle Cain's home. She had never known such a luxury her Uncle was about to give her. Being the only child of a poor farmer and her late mother, she had grown up to know only hardship and the use of her hands.
Cain walked briskly into the great hall to greet Kara. She noticed he was a strikingly handsome man for his age; tall, dark brown eyes, wavy golden hair and a body better than someone half his age. As he sat down next to her she could smell the scent of his cologne and cigars, a delicious treat to her senses.
"Kara," He said. "I am glad your father accepted my offer to let you stay here while you attend college."
"We are forever in your debt, Uncle" She replied in an almost shy tone.
"I will have Myra gather your things and guide you to your room" He said with a smile. "Please join me for dinner later, we will talk more."
"Thank you, Uncle." She replied with a sweet smile.
As he left the great hall Myra, the head maid of the house came rushing in to gather Kara's things. She was a short, slender woman with dark auburn hair and a smelt of sweet bread and honey. They climbed the ever winding dark mahogany stairs to the second floor towards Kara's new room. The room was a grand sight for Kara, much more bigger than her old farm house. Her bed was covered with a soft down comforter, lace draped down to the floor from the big canopy above. Chests, a wardrobe and a magnificent mirror and table lined the old Victorian styled walls.
"Your Uncle has provided you with some clothes, Mistress." Myra said as she walked towards Kara. "They are in the wardrobe .Your Uncle has requested you wear formal attire to dinner."
"Thank you so much, Myra." Kara replied. "Please, can you run me a bath while I get out of these dingy clothes? "
"Yes, Mistress." Myra replied with a coy smirk on her face.
Kara sat at the edge of her bed, it was hard to take everything in all at once for her. Just hours ago she was a poor farmers daughter. If her Uncle had not taken her in she would have ended up running away with the Barber's son, Jonathan.
"Oh Jonathan." She reminisced. "How I will miss your long, hard cock filling me in my father's barn."
It had been more than once she had felt that long, hard cock pumping in her tight pussy. Had it not been for her father catching them that fateful day she would surely be getting a pounding right now.
"Mistress, your bath is ready."Myra said, breaking Kara's train of thought.
"Thank you, Myra." Kara replied as Myra left the room in a hurry.
Kara began taking off her heeled shoes and stockings, a relief she had longed for since she arrived. She walked towards the magnificent mirror on the wall across from her bed and began to undress, watching herself as she slipped each article of clothing off.
First, her skirt was unbuttoned; she let it fall to the floor and felt a draft of cool air on her bottom. Next, she unbuttoned her blouse and breathed a sigh of relief as if it had been suffocating her ample breasts all day. For a moment she stood there, gazing at her almost naked body. She undid her bra, her breasts were a full C cup, which had soft pink areolas and now erect nipples. She unbound her beautiful silky copper colored hair from the bun it was kept. It nearly touched her waist when down and felt almost sexual when it touched her bare back. Still looking at herself in the mirror she bent over slightly and slipped her white cotton panties off as if she were doing it for Jonathan. Stark naked she began to rub her petite frame, gliding ever so softly over her breasts and her full bush. A finger ran over her now wet slit as she massaged her erect right nipple.
A knock interrupted her exploration and Myra entered the room carrying a soft sponge, cucumber slices and beauty mud. She quickly ran to the bathroom hoping her nakedness was not seen.
"Here you go, Mistress."Myra handed Kara the cucumber slices.
Myra began to rub in the mud on Kara's soft face. She instructed her to lay back and put the cucumber slices on her eyes. She had never done this at home, but she had read and often dreamt of being pampered like this. The water too was a great pleasure; it felt like pure silk on her naked flesh, a luxury she never got at home.
"I will come wash you in ten minutes, Mistress." Myra informed as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Thank you."Kara said as she sunk in the hot bubble bath.
Now that she was alone, Kara thought, she could relive her first time, with Jonathan...
It was summer of 1943; the weather was hot, scarce rain and drought made it worse. This was the summer of Kara's 18th birthday, which she had longed for since she was 13.
Aside from going to the ever shrinking lake there was not much to do other than going in to town and hanging out at the local diner, McCall's. It was a Thursday night when Debby, Kara's best friend went with her to McCall's to grab a bite to eat, a treat she only got once or twice a year on special occasions like a birthday.
The night was just as hot as midday which made everyone glisten with sweat beads. Kara wore a long fitted dress that stuck to her curves and made her ample breasts seem to pop out even more so than they already were. The sweat upon her breasts seemed to grab all the men of the diner's attention, she loved that attention. Just as she was sipping down her malt Debby nudged her to look at the door. She gazed and felt a flutter in her stomach as Jonathan, the Barber's son, walked in the door.
He was tall, with rich brunette hair, sky blue eyes and a body even the God's themselves would envy. Jonathan was a footballer, a damned fine one at that. All the years of training have sculpted his body into perfection, which made all the women swoon over him.
