Alice had always been a favorite on the plantation.
When she first arrived at 18, all who saw her were taken by her beauty. Her supple breasts in her billowing dress, her backside which was prominent under her skirt. Almost everyone, men and women, desired her. It was clear that she was the most beautiful of the plantation. She was always innocent, totally unaware of the world of sex. All she'd ever known was the life of a slave, which didn't allow her much room to experience anything more.
Master William was rather young, still vivacious and full of life. Most would say he was handsome, his strong facial features were crowned by dark hair and ornamented with blue eyes. His body was lean and muscular, as he often kept active to keep in shape. Since acquiring Alice, he'd had his eyes set on her. There were many slaves whom William had fucked on the plantation, but he had yet to approach Alice. She was excruciatingly tempting, all the while he wished to have her all to himself. But given her innocence, he always withheld himself from her.
As the years rolled on and she became more beautiful and ripe. All the while he'd watch her go about the property, always keeping a safe distance. Unbeknownst to him, Alice had admiration for her Master as well. Because of her beauty he was always particularly kind to her, and Alice had no clue of his attraction. When alone, Alice found herself thinking unclean thoughts about her Master, which she tried to push aside with all her will.
Alice went down to the stream one day to wash herself. She often went there after a day of work. Little did she know, the young Master would often watch her as she bathed. He'd look at her remove her dress over her body, revealing her sweet dark skin. As the dress moved down her body he saw more of her back, then her round ass. He'd notice how at times when her dress rumpled onto the floor around her ankles, a sticky web of desire could be found between her legs. Her naked body was illuminated by the setting sun, glowing in the light. She stepped down into the stream, sucking in her stomach as the cold water rushed against her legs. After she became accustomed to the cold temperature, she stood up, sparkling water droplets running down her breasts and abs.
Once inside, the water almost reached her hips. It went up to her thighs, but it still low enough where her pussy could be seen. Such a pussy that was, thought William, her lips fluffy and sweet. She too seemed to notice the wet substance on her legs, because she bent down and used a rag to wash it away.
