Co written with AverageJoe for your pleasure – one wild night, two views!
The Knight and his Wench
You are a lonely stranger when you walk into my bar, there's an aura of command about you, hooded and in a long cloak you conceal yourself from the prying eyes of the regulars. You glance around the bar with weary apathy sizing up the atmosphere before you order one drink and sit alone at a table in the tavern's darkest corner. I imagine I can feel you watching me with intense eyes. I can't help but glance over at you as I go about my duties. There's something about you that makes me nervous but I am drawn to you.
I can almost feel your eyes on me as I sway around the pub but I never see them. Your entire face is hidden within the depths of your cloak. Soon the bar is too busy for me to think further about it. I flirt with the customers as I serve food and drinks and collect my tips. I glance over at your table often wondering if there is anything I can do for you but you nurse your drink never giving me the opportunity to go over.
The top of my dress is low enough to show off my cleavage, the buttons straining slightly over my bust, and the skirt is short enough to draw a man's eye. I am no whore but men tip 'eye candy' a little better than the 'old maid' and I needed the money. I had no plans to be here for the rest of my life serving food and drinks. The innkeeper was already snoring in a corner and I snorted. He drank most of his profits and left all the work to the barmaids. He would probably retire to his rooms soon and leave me alone to close the bar down. That was fine with me though I had no desire to share my tips with him at the end of the night. I was good at my job and I moved about the bar with ease, ignoring the occasional 'accidental' grope and pat on my arse. I didn't encourage it and I didn't like it but making a fuss would do no good! The night seemed to last forever, the patrons leaving slowly for their own beds reluctant to brave the cold of the night.
At last I am alone. I check the bar one last time before popping the top two buttons of my dress allowing the air to cool the upper curves of my breasts, I sigh and rest for a moment appreciating the peace. I roll my shoulders feeling my breasts strain against the confines of my dress. I stretch, and sigh again reaching high into the air and arching my back then I bend to the floor trying to ease my tense muscles. Finally I pull the pins from my hair and let it fall about my shoulders. I run my fingers through it, with my eyes closed. Enjoying the relief of having my hair down, I shake my head rousing my hair to float about my shoulders in an auburn halo.
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My eyes hide behind the veil of my cloak, as I sit in the corner I have claimed, surveying the room. My eyes constantly scan the room alert for danger. As I relax a little in the hubbub of the bar my eyes begin to follow you. I wonder how such a beautiful woman hides in such a place. You are a tempting morsel, curvy and strong. I have come here to find a woman to satisfy my urges having been in the wild for too long. I am not driven by compassion, just lust, yet I bide my time, gently nursing my drink, watching you imagining you naked under me, and I fight to keep my bulge under control. I shift adjusting the fit of my trousers so I can sit in relative comfort as I wait patiently and watch carefully to see if another claims you.
I wait for the moment you are alone and there is no escape form my hungers. Slowly the night begins to draw to a close and still I wait content to watch as people trickle away. I have plenty of practice watching, anticipation of the chase, of the struggle makes the final submission all the sweeter! I sit back into the shadows around my table so that I am hidden from casual view
Slowly the bar empties. I hear a few offers thrown in your direction and I have to clench my hands and council myself to patience to stop myself from striding across the room and claiming you then and there. I see the disappointment in their faces as they are rejected. I smile to myself; I have no intention of giving you the opportunity to reject me!
I watch from my corner as you relax enjoying the uninhibited natural sensuality of your actions. Your back is to me and I can tell you don't know I am here watching you. Your guard is down and you have dropped all your pretenses. I wish I could see your face as I hear you sigh but for the moment I must be content to watch; I don't want to alert you to my presence yet. I imagine your full breasts straining you shirt as you stretch you arms above you.
My cock nearly explodes from my trousers when you bend over displaying your delectable arse to me. The hem of your dress rides up till I can see the curves of you ass at the top of long lean thighs. I decide then that I want you like that; bent over your ass pressed against me as I fuck you.
I finally allow myself to move silently up to you when you release your hair so that it falls in silken waves around your shoulders I have been waiting to see what you would look like with your hair down all night. As I draw near you I feel your scent in the air, making my lust boil. I move closer still, you are unaware of my presence until I slide my hands around your waist, and turn you so I can look into your eyes. You tense and I feel you draw in a deep breath. I don't know if you are going to scream or not as you struggle instinctively against my hold. I tighten my hands around your waist in warning and your struggles subside.
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I feel hands slide around my waist and I panic. I spin, I want to scream but there is no one to hear me. My eyes widen as I realize who has captured me it is you, my mysterious stranger I gasp and try to pull away. Your hand grips firmly around my waist your fingers stroking against the upper curves of my arse, you thumbs pressing into my stomach. I feel the threat of your strength as your fingers tighten momentarily in warning. I stop struggling and watch you as a rabbit watches the wolf.
"Sir you have to leave, the bar is closed!" I beg in a small voice. I try to pull away again but you hold me close, pulling my body against yours, your arm slipping around my back like a band of steel. I tense as I feel your arousal hot and hard against my stomach