Sarah did not want to appear too keen and wondered if she should be late for the meeting in the Maze. So she deliberately hung around the garden waiting for a sign of Mr Sharp making his way there. It had been easier to escape the house than she had thought, for with all the confusion people had other worries and paid no attention to her slipping out.
When she saw the young officer making his way across the garden, she knew this was the moment. Waiting a few minutes for him to go through the old door into the Maze, Sarah followed.
They met with broad smiles and Sharp simply put out his arms to welcome Sarah in an embrace. With that, he held her firmly in his arms and kissed her with a passion she had never felt before. Something was stirring inside her, a warmth which welled up from deep inside and flushed through her body. Not the youthful excitement she had known before, but something stronger, and something far more dangerous. Sarah liked it!
Soon his hands were all over her, and although Sarah had little idea what part she was to play in all this, she simply responded. His buttocks felt good in the palms of her hands. She had looked at them often enough in his tight riding breeches and rewarded herself with her fingers kneading into his muscles. Sharp enjoyed this and began to feel for her breasts under the material of her dress. Slipping his hands inside her clothes, his fingers slid around the warm soft flesh of her breast.
This felt so good to Sarah she let out a small moan, which told the man he should go further. Reaching down he began to pull up the skirts of her dress, eagerly rubbing his hands along the line of her slender legs as they were revealed in full sight. Then he convinced her they should be lying on the cool grass to take the adventure further. This she did and helped him throwback her skirts to reveal her undergarments.
Now Sarah had never let any man see her most private under-clothes and paused, wondering what to do next. Sharp made her mind up for her, and sliding his hands up her thighs, found the tops of the garment and began pulling them down. To which Sarah responded by lifting her bottom off the grass so they could slip off with ease.
So there she was, letting a man look at her red rose for the first time. Sharp was almost panicking with pleasure now and could hardly pull his breaches off quick enough. When they were finally round his ankles, Sarah saw the weapon she had been told about so many times but longed to see. There it was, and she wanted to stop for a moment and examine it further.
She was struck with the shape of the weapon and how the manhandled it. She could hardly believe her eyes when Sharp pulled the velvet cover back to reveal the most wonderful glistening treasure she had ever seen. So perfectly formed, she could only wonder what it's real function could be.
"Do you still want to go on?" The young man was nervous now and afraid it might all come to a tragic end.
"You will have to show me what to do, I am so ignorant in these matters. Forgive me. May I touch it?" Sarah held out her hand, and Sharp guided her to hold it in her palm. Looking up from the weapon grasped in her hand, their eyes met and a broad smile crossed both their faces. "So warm and so soft, I never dreamt it would be so good. Show me what you do with it please?"
"Oh God Sarah, most maids would shy away before now, but you are truly wonderful."
Sharp could hardly wait to make contact with her red flower but knew he must take his time if it was all to go smoothly. So carefully he made his way between her legs and put the head of the weapon up against her own lips.
"I know it will hurt you miss, but believe me it is the only way."
"Will it hurt?" Sarah was anxious at this and lay back on the grass to wait what was coming next.
"Oh yes, but I will slide myself in a gently as I can, as I have no wish to be cruel."
Sharp held himself just above her body and pushed the head of the weapon gently against her sex. At first, this did not hurt her, but as she felt the head slide inside she understood what he had meant. But Sarah was determined to undergo this experience and was tired of being a young girl, always left out of life. She would stand the pain as long as she could.
"Is it hurting?" asked the man as he slid in further.
"Yes, but do not leave me as a girl, make me a woman."
Sarah found she could stand the pain if she grasped his arms tightly and gritted her teeth. Soon Sharp was deep inside her and she could feel the warmth of the weapon in her own body. Filling her up to let her know she was now part of someone else.
Then there was a sharp pain, she had only felt from the cut of a knife, and things got better. The man was fully inside her now and Sarah could even feel the hairs around his weapon on her skin. Just as she was wondering what came next he began to withdraw and she was overcome with the sensation of the weapon moving inside her.
Looking into her eyes, he let it be known that this action was to be the main part of the experience and moved slowly back and forth to let her feel it.
"Is this to your liking, I can stop if it is too painful for you?"
"No, go on with it."
Now Sharp settled down upon her and worked up a steady action, safe in the knowledge she would accept him, and allow his pleasure to come forth.
Sarah was feeling an even stranger sensation when the man began to pick up speed. He was thrusting the weapon with more vigour now and almost appeared in a trance-like state upon her. This went on a little more until a real change came over him and Sarah knew this was the moment all would be revealed.
She was beginning to feel as if something was about to happen when the blow struck. Sharp grunted like an animal and rammed the weapon into her. Sarah could feel something hot and liquid squirting inside her as the weapon slid back and forth with ease. Just as she felt a real breakthrough was upon them Sharp stopped and lifted himself up. The weapon was slid out and Sarah could see what had caused the sensation at the end.
As he sat back she looked at her red rose bowl and saw a trickle of white liquid, almost like egg white, dripping out of her. This was mixed with a small stream of blood, the result of the pain, she had no doubt.
"Well done, most maids panic when they see it. Don't worry it is the most natural of acts. Are you afraid Sarah?"
"No, I am in pain, but I am no fool and knew I had to undergo such an experience if I wanted to know." She sat up and threw back her skirts.
"Lay here for a while, until you get your strength. You are truly something special." Sharp pulled on his breeches and sat on the grass beside her.
"Is it always like this?"
"No, for I am a poor lover, you did not feel the rush like a mountain stream inside you? No, I thought not, but as I said, I am a poor lover."
"Not so. You showed me the secret that had alluded me for so long."
"Believe me, Miss Sarah, you should have felt something more wonderful than that. But it was your first taste of the forbidden fruit, after all."
"Then we should concentrate our efforts upon reaching this experience." Sarah wondered when they could start again, but did not feel strong enough to go through it all again that day.
