"So it pleases you to have been bested by a woman then Sir?"
"Oh God!" He winced to think of it. What ignominy! "Oh no" he groaned.
The highwaywoman smiled wide, her white teeth flashing in the gloom. "Make up your mind Sir! Are you more pleased that you were responding to a woman? Or more chagrined that you were beaten by one?" Though her tone was playful, she awaited his reply intently.
For a moment he pondered the idea of stubbornly refusing to answer, even whilst thinking his feelings through. His decision made, he opted for truth. That laugh moved him so, he was eager to continue converse with this strange and beautiful woman. "I am relieved. That my arousal was not at the hands of another man."
"I think you do yourself an injustice Sir. There is naught to fear in arousal by one's own sex! Why limit your pleasures to but half the population of the world?" She smiled a knowing smile as she spread her hands theatrically apart.
He scowled back to hide his embarrassment. Meantime he took in her form. This woman was scarcely more than a girl! Now he could see her full face. He guessed she might be twenty or twenty-one, though the lines in her face showed her to be perhaps uncommonly life-experienced for her age.
She glanced down at his sex, which now was beginning to lose the arousal her previous ministrations had evoked. Raising her eyebrows, she remarked "Perhaps it is
only
men you find attractive Sir?"
He spluttered indignantly, so galled by her remark that he could not manage a coherent protest.
"Let me apply a test Sir, since you were kind enough to inform me that I have time to spare before my next appointment." She paused a moment, considering. "I do have your word on that? If I should miss the coach it will go very ill with you!"
"Aye girl, you have my word." He scowled.
"Girl! So now you admit to being bested by a mere girl?"
"Dammit, it was no fair fight."
"And you Sir, I'm sure you challenge each person you waylay on the road to a duel, do you not then?" Her tone was lightly admonishing.
Finally he decided. His dignity was gone, and there was nothing he could do in this circumstance to retrieve it. He should stop posturing and be himself. He smiled, and her own expression lightened at that smile of his. Open and warm and friendly and self-mocking it seemed. "No indeed, you have the truth of it gir.. Lady."
She nodded. "I'll not tease you more Sir. But.. I do wish to apply that test!"
At that she began to remove her gloves, pulling them slowly and carefully from her hands, and laying them neatly to one side. She saw his quizzical glance at her action. Next she shrugged the coat from her shoulders, and let it slide to the ground, falling over the gloves. She stretched upward, flexing her fingers and arching her back a little. He peered at her chest, disappointed that there was only a slight swelling. Her eyes appraised him as she straightened, running her gaze slowly up and down his body. She gave a little smile as she saw his cock no longer shrinking. And now she pulled the dark shirt over her head.
He gasped. Beneath the shirt, a white front-laced corset was drawn tight. He saw the ivory skin which peeked between the cruelly tightened lacings at the centre of her chest. She began to work at those lacings, loosening them, and her chest expanded, breasts swelled beneath the boned fabric. Then it was loosened enough, and he became aware of her eyes on his. Her eyes, bright and smiling, which looked back steadily into his, and flicked down to his cock, then returned with a slight widening which seemed to indicate her satisfaction. He realised that his cock was climbing fast, and this time he felt easy with it. The vision slowly, coquettishly eased the corset down, her breasts gradually emerging. When dark twin buds emerged above the garment, he gasped.
She smiled, and spoke softly. "I think you will pass my test Sir." Her eyes rested boldly on his stiff member. Now she studied his face more closely, seeing the lines creasing his eyes, the furrow which clove his brow, the grey eyes, which seemed to hold a little sadness but overlaid with good humour. Maybe he was thirty. That was a little older than she had adjudged initially. He was her own height, or an inch taller perhaps. She dropped the corset, and stepped out of it. Now she wore only dark moleskin breeches and thigh-high riding boots. She knew precisely what such a view could do to a man, and was happy to see her victim was no exception. She retrieved the crop and tapped it, apparently idly, against her calf. It pleased her to see his eyes narrow as he watched her toy with the switch. "Don't worry Sir, I have played enough with your rump for now. Though I admit it is a very pretty ass for thrashing." She couldn't help teasing, though it was not said solely to tease: his body aroused her, his ass perhaps the most of all. She realised how much she had enjoyed giving the beating, and began to regret a little that she had now promised not to administer more. She reached out with the crop, and gently prodded his balls, pleased to see that he did not flinch away from the tip of the crop.
"I thought you said you would not tease more?" His tone lightly censorious.
"Oh Sir, will you not forgive a Lady if she employs her female prerogative a little? Especially if she is just a mere
