Historical Seduction

I wonder how much easier we have it now than back two centuries ago? Forgive me if I got anything wrong for the time period. This is a fun story, not an explicit one.

He arrived to take the widow woman for a ride. His buggy was washed and polished, and the single horse was groomed, without a hair out of place. He was dressed in his Sunday best, just as his lady was attired.

The horse took its time, pulling that buggy over bumps and dips. The two swayed and bounced as the buggy shook and recoiled over the rough path. They laughed and talked about their week apart until they reached a distant meadow.

The hidden glen was a welcoming sight, with green grass spread across the ground. Only the sound of an eagle's cry disturbed the sound of a babbling brook wandering through the meadow so green.

He threw a blanket down to cover the grass, and the picnic basket was set down upon the wool blanket. She had brought the meal, and the two feasted on simple but tasty fare. He took her hand in his and gently liked each finger clean of any crumb.

They looked at each other, and they saw in each other's eyes, desire for far more than the town folk would allow at a picnic. The absence of watching eyes fired the longing for a shared touch.

He exhaled the words, "How I love you."

He soft words, "I want you," brought a hungry gleam to his eyes.

She set her reticule and straw hat on top of the picnic basket and their lips met in a tender kiss. Their hands wandered over their clothing as a sample of what they both desired. Then he gently pulled her shawl from her shoulders. With a smile, she took it from his hands and folded it so neatly.

She helped him pull his suit coat from his shoulders and she folded that heavy garment into a separate pile. She drew her kerchief from her neck and placed the colorful cloth on her pile.

With a smile he began to unbutton her long gown. Button after button he released until he reached the end. She offered him her sleeves at her wrists and he unfastened the buttons there. With a smile he pulled the material with care down her arms and then slid the heavy gown off his lady fair. His eyes looked at her fair arms as they were exposed.

She neatly folded the yards of material that made up her Sunday best gown and placed it on her growing pile. He looked at her stocking clad legs and marveled at their perfect curves.

Then she unbuttoned the short row of buttons on his shirt and together they pulled it over his head. She folded it so neatly and laid it on his pile. Her hand caressed his chest hair as she realized that due to the warm weather, he wasn't wearing his long underwear.

She turned her back to him and felt his fingers release the bow that held her corset laces in place. She felt those fingers loosen the laces until her corset could be removed. It soon joined the gown in her growing neat pile.

With eager fingers she unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down his strong legs. She only paused a moment to fold them and place them on his pile However, her eyes never left his naked body. She admired his member laying in his thick hair.

She felt his hands slide beneath her chemise to touch her breasts. Then with care he lifted the chemise up her body and over her head. He placed it on her pile.

Her face and chest blushed red as his eyes took in her beautiful breasts on display before him. She was amazed at his hungry gaze and thrust her breasts toward him. He leaned forward and holding each in turn, kissed each breast. He took his time to ensure that her nipples and areola's were given equal attention by his fingers and lips.

When he heard her moan, his hands found the ribbons above her knees and after giving a tug to release it, with both hands he drew the stockings down her legs. His hands gently stroked the fair skin that had been hidden from this eyes and touch. Soon the stockings were added to the pile.

He leaned down and kiss the smooth leg before him and looked up at the woman before him. She still had on a set of drawers, but they were split and in the gap of the fabric he could see her woman's slit partially hidden beneath curls.

With trembling hands, he eased her drawers down her legs and felt her soft skin beneath her hands. He hands took advantage of disrobing her by running down her backside and then down her legs.

He felt her hands wrap around his arousal and he groaned with pleasure. He looked down and saw her dainty hand stroking him and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

He swung his body so that his lips and tongue could taste her feminine treasure. It was heavenly to taste her sweet juices and feel her thighs on both sides of his head. Then he felt her mouth on him. Both licked and sucked until she cried out as her body shuddered.

Soon they shifted position once again and he then entered her welcoming dripping womanhood. Soon the inevitable explosion raced through her body and pulled him over that wondrous edge as well. The sounds of pleasure given and received echoed through the empty meadow as he filled her with his hot seed.

As they relaxed in the afterglow of passion, their eyes wandered over each other. Her nipples topped two perfect breasts, and the juices of lovemaking matted her hair between her legs. His manhood returned to its flaccid state for the moment, and her hands wandered on his body.

Never once did they pause to wonder why society put so much material between two lovers, they just enjoyed each other.