Lilly awoke with a start and a gasp. Her nights dreams had been particularly erotic and the shock of returning to the waking world hit her all at once. As her confusion passed she became aware of the state of her body, of her painfully erect nipples, her dripping wet slit and her tingling, yearning clit. Her breath came in gasps, no doubt from her excitement and her pelvis was unconsciously thrusting ever so little, pushing towards whatever dream lover had ravaged her in her sleep. Like always she had woke unfulfilled and she nearly cursed in anger. "Every blasted night!" She said under her breath, "I need a man..."
She sighed and tossed off her light blanket, letting the cool morning air caress her lusty body. She was a truly gorgeous young woman, her body fit and thin, and her face that of an angel. Her legs were quite long (despite her five foot three inch frame) and silk smooth, her curves deep and luscious. Her breasts were large (unusual for one of her race) , barely stopping short of being too large for her petite frame and yet they looked perfect on her, round firm and perky. Her skin was perfect bronze and she had long, jet black hair and slightly slanted black eyes, all testament to her heritage in the far off east.
She was dressed in her typical sleeping garb, a slight nightgown (currently bunched around her midriff from her fitful sleeping) and matching panties. The front of the latter garment was soaked to the point of being transparent, with her arousal from the nights vivid dreams.
She pressed her thighs together, feeling the moisture between them and sat up before slipping off her flimsy nightgown and letting her perfect breasts fall free, bouncing slightly. Her tender nipples were large and dark, pointing straight ahead at the very tips of her perky teardrop breasts and standing tall with cold and excitement. She moaned quietly as the pressure in her clit grew more demanding and stood up, gingerly hooking her thumbs beneath the waist of her panties and pulling them down her silky legs, leaving a trail of her moisture down each thigh from the soaked garment. Her black bush was trimmed into a tiny triangle just above her swollen, glistening pussy lips and she quickly ran her fingers through it, feeling her own radiating warmth.
She hesitated for a moment, wondering what to do, then clamped her thighs tightly together and tried to focus on something other than her arousal. She glanced at the slowly ticking clock and noticed it was later than she had thought, nearly 8:30 in the morning. She had an appointment downstairs at the Inn's bar in only a half an hour. She groaned and walked to the simple washroom/corner of her room to wash.
As hard as she tried to ignore it, her arousal grew and grew. She ran a washcloth over her body and paused slightly over her tingling clit and rock hard nipples. She conjured up all her willpower to keep from answering her bodies calls herself, there was just no time she told herself.
After finishing her morning absolutions, she moved to a large chest in another corner of the room and began to quickly dress. First a fresh pair of lacy white panties, the cool feel of which against her hot sex caused her to gasp slightly. Next, a brown leather skirt that barely covered the perfect cheeks of her behind and nearly left a sliver of panty visible. That was followed by an impossibly tight leather vest that descended no lower than her belly button, she quickly laced it up the front, pushing her magnificent breasts together and forming deep cleavage, she stopped halfway through the lacing letting a good deal of each breasts remain free. Her nipples were so hard from her constant arousal that they poked against the supple leather, making a pair of tiny mountains.
Pausing slightly as the sensation of leather on her bare breasts hit she pulled on a pair of thigh high, high heeled leather boots and long leather gloves before fastening a loose belt around her slim waist and letting it hang over her hips. A sword on one side of the belt, a musket in the other and a knife in the holster at the back of each boot and she was done.
She admired herself in the mirror briefly and smiled to herself. Not only was she gorgeous, but she was the best damn bounty hunter this city had ever seen. She quickly applied some blood red lipstick and some light eye shadow before leaving the room, ready for her meeting.
00000000 The bar/tavern was already busy at this hour and Lilly looked about at the crowded place, hoping to find a table away from all the bustle, where one could speak quietly. Her arousal was no better now than it had been when she woke and she could feel her juices slowly soaking into her fresh panties. She flexed her eager sex closed for a moment before making her way to a corner table.
She could not help but be aware of the stares her luscious body and tiny outfit provoked and the thought of all the men in the place fantasizing about her, undressing her with their eyes, only served to arouse her farther. She sat and crossed her legs, then crossed them the other way, it was no good, the fire between her thighs would not be quenched so easily.
An old serving maid approached and asked if Lilly wanted anything to eat or drink. "Coffee please." Lilly replied "Black." The maid went off to fetch the coffee and Lilly continued trying to fight her urges. "I cant go on like this!" She finally told herself. At the same time anxious and reluctant she slowly slipped her gloved hand under the table. She gingerly pulled her panties out of the way and touched her yearning clit. The sensation was so fantastic, so needed that she let out a loud gasp. Several people in the room turned to look at her but she was sure no one could see what she was doing.
Slowly, she eased a finger towards her swollen lips and pressed gently inside. Even in this advanced state of arousal she was impossibly tight and even getting her finger in was a struggle (It helped that the finger was the largest thing ever to enter her still virgin slit, though it entered often enough). She began to gasp slightly as her tight pussy convulsed around her finger. A second digit began teasing her aching clit and she was sure it would not be much longer until ecstasy came to her. She was just seconds from the point of no return when a voice broke her reverie.
"Ms. Snow?" Someone said. Lilly shook herself back to reality and quickly pulled her hand from between her legs. "Yes" She replied "I'm Lilly Snow." Looking up she saw a handsome, broad shouldered man standing before her. She gaped in shock for a scant second before regaining her cool facade. Her aching clit twitched at the sight of this handsome stranger and she knew she needed relief, and soon...
"You must be Lord Anthony..." Lilly continued "pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Yes." The man returned, as he took a seat opposite her at the table "And I am pleased to at last meet the famous Lilly Snow. May I just say your reputation proceeds you Ms. Snow."
"Tell me." Lilly continued, smiling seductively "have I a bad reputation or a good one?..." Her sex felt like it was on fire and despite herself, she let a finger find its way back to her swollen clit, gently messaging it through her moist panties. She struggled to keep from calling out or arching her back in ecstasy as she slowly pleasured herself.
