So it had come about that they whiled away the afternoon at the inn. He had arranged to rent a room for tonight at least, promising to pay the landlord in the morning. Damn, he had no money! Terence was in a foul mood, made fouler by Joanna's over-played sweetness. In the end he went stomping off for a walk over the fields and through the nearby woods. He brooded over what had happened, and resolved that this very night Joanna should feel him commanding her. The woman could not be allowed to get away with this. She was manipulative, artful, she ... gods! Now his mind would not let go of his memories of her body, her face, her hair! She aroused his desire even as she aroused his ire.
Meanwhile Joanna had a bath and hot water brought to a second room. If Terence was paying for their little stay she would make the most of the luxury. She asked Rosie to help her with the bath. The girl obliged willingly, scrubbing the pretty Lady's back as requested, then washing her hair, as Joanna luxuriated with her head back and eyes closed. Her breasts, released from the strangely flattening corset she had been wearing, rose and fell above the water, pert and pink now. The Lady murmured, "Ah! That feels good Rosie. Your hands are gentle."
Then when her hair was washed and rinsed, she opened her eyes and looked up at Rosie. "Come here girl! Sit on the stool by me." She did not balk at calling the wench, probably two years her senior, girl. "See ... you have a little something spilled on you - here." Joanna gathered a little soap onto a fingertip and rubbed gently at Rosie's right breast, just above the neckline of her shift. The girl suffered the attention easily, not shy.
"I will tell you something else about Master Terence girl!" she said huskily. "You would not believe how I first became known to him!" She proceeded to relate the story of their first meeting, nimbly avoiding any mention of highwaymen. Her voice stayed low and alluring. Rosie became somewhat excited as Joanna described how she, in man's garb, had beaten and aroused Terence. As Rosie's breathing became heavier Joanna leant towards her, her face hovering near her breasts. "You have pretty breasts girl. Did Terence tell you so?"
"He did Mistress."
"Call me Celeste." Joanna purred the words. "Terence is a lucky man, to have nestled here in your cleavage." She rested her head lightly against Rosie's breasts, and noted that the girl did not draw back. In fact, she pushed just perceptibly back against her. Hmmm ... that was a good sign. Take it slowly now, she told herself. She finished the tale of the beating and their coupling, and how she had been twined around the man. Rosie began to rock very gently back and forward as she listened in rapt attention to Joanna's graphically detailed account.
Now Joanna looked up into Rosie's eyes, her own eyebrows arching in a question as her fingers hovered at the woman's cleavage, holding the ends of the bow which tied its lacing. Rosie returned her look with equanimity. It seemed she was quite at ease with this. Good. The bow pulled apart easily, and Joanna's hands opened the front of the blouse, slipping it down over the girl's full breasts. She stretched forwards and took the left nipple in her mouth, suckling gently, whilst her left hand held the right breast. Rosie made a little sound, a whimper, half fear and half desire. Joanna heard it with satisfaction. The girl was willing! Mm ... and the flesh of this breast was firm and smooth, the nipple hard and large between her lips. She suckled happily, more strongly, bringing forth further little moans and whimpers.
Now her arms encircled the wench and she pulled up out of the bath. She knelt in front of Rosie where she sat on the low stool, and returned to sucking strongly on her nipple, then flickig across with the tip of her tongue. Rosie sighed, and ran her fingers through the strange and lovely Mistress's hair, then clasped her to her bosom. Her head fell back with the attention to her nipple, and her legs parted as she felt the deep movement of her loins. When she panted, Joanna pulled her head away from its nesting place gently, and looked up. "Have you ever been loved by a woman Rosie?" Rosie was captivated by the piercing, beautiful eyes.
"No Ma'am"
"It's Celeste dear girl."
"Celeste"
"Good. I will teach you. Don't fear it. Now ..." As her eyes held her willing victim entranced, Joanna's hands pulled the skirts up to reveal the inviting pussy lips beneath. She stretched up and kissed the woman on the mouth once, then kissed her throat, still keeping eye contact. Now she moved her head down to kiss the silky skin on the inside of each thigh, eyes still upwards on Rosie, watching her reaction. The girl was ready. Joanna dropped her head between the parted thighs and licked a long stroke upward, the full length of the girl's outer lips. Rosie moaned loudly. Joanna repeated the action, and the wench pushed her pussy greedily at her tongue, which now parted the outer and rasped between the inner lips, across the pearl above those lips too. A little screech rewarded her. She sucked the bud more strongly, sucking and releasing Rosie's clit in a rhythm tuned to the girl's response.
Only when Rosie had her first shuddering climax did Joanna stop. She went to work deeper now, pushing her rigid tongue in and out of the wet and sticky embrace, then sliding a finger in alongside the tongue, and probing, finding the spot, feeling it harden as she stroked. Then a hot wet wash told her the wench's second peak had come.
She pulled back, licking her lips, and looked up to see Rosie in an almost comical mix of bliss and embarrassment and desire. "Will you help me to my pleasure now girl?"
