In the days of my time, I am a lucky man, a slave or runaway, as they would call me in the Americas. I now live in France on a lovely country estate, with rolling hills, a lake ,or water hole we would have said in the quarters. It looks like Virginia some, but thank god it ain't, in chains there, I am now paid for my work a salary, have a room to myself, and hours when I know I can do as I please. And no one to call master.
The family I work for, a fine country gentleman, a little older than I, his wife, and their three lovely daughters, one in her eighteenth year whom I write this tale of. The others, 15, and 11, lovely and pleasant young women all. Their, mother, governess all dote on them, but spare not the rod. I am in my 30th year, and am free only because I fear not the sea. When I ran I reached a coast, I know not which, but north, and worked on a Portuguese merchant ship to pay my passage.
I came upon the gentleman of this place I now call my home, in town, and helping to load his wagon of supplies he inquired if I was looking for a position? Work, he said, well not a fool, I replied, I am. So returning to his land on the rear of the wagon, he asked about me and my history, born a slave , running, working, no family to speak of, I wanted no lies between us. I was hired in that wagon, 30francs a month, room, with a fine feather bed, and meals which cook prepares to perfection.
But I must get back to the real reason of this tale, lust, lust that could be the end for me. But oh, try as I may, I could not resist the charms offered. You see joy, the eldest daughter took a fancy to me, and having been to finishing school in Switzerland, was a little more worldly and friendly than the others and seemed to want talk more also. She would approach me quite openly as I worked in the barn, or the fields. I also, tend the horses, mend fences and drive the wagons and carriages for the missus and girls.
Joy and my tale begins at the lake as I took my swim, the water is clear, green and about 10 stones deep, great for fishing and has grassy banks and is surrounded on all sides by stands of trees. I took to wearing a pair of torn and used breeches having I think been looked upon by someone when I swam stripped bare. I heard a rustle of leaves and looked but saw no one. Later when joy and I spoke her eyes, blue and lovely, seemed to sparkle and shine and her cheeks and neck showed a flush above her blouse.
She is tall for a lady, with golden hair, and beautiful pink mouth. She tends to sit at the edge of the water when I am in, she asked if this was ok, and I said yes. Usually she sits on the grassy bank and raising her skirts to not get them stained, I am permitted a view of her lovely ankles and knees, and when she is in her favorite position with her head on her knees as they are raised, with her arms around them. I can see the underside of her creamy silken thighs right up to her bloomers.