She fluffed her blue lace collar and tried to loosen her dark blue skirts. Tossing her hairpiece to the ground, she let her soft copper hair cascade softly over her shoulders. Her frown wore heavily on her face, darkening her usually bright green eyes. So much, work to escape the preparations for a wedding, a pre-arranged wedding. 'In this day and age,' she frowned to herself, tossing herself down into the blooming daisies, the quiet wild flowers. The grass was tall and lying on the damp spring ground made her feel nearly invisible. She rolled to her back; not even slightly worried that her mother would be angry that her 'spinster' daughter had grass stains on one of her best Sunday dresses. She would probably foam at the mouth like the Pastor's dog had when it had gone mad and attacked the Young's children.

The sun shined softly onto her face through the wonderfully green leaves of the huge oaks and birches around her. It wasn't even midday yet. Her sigh chased away curious butterflies and she marveled at their pretty colors as they flew past. 'What ever do I need a gentleman for?' She frowned and marveled at the way her breasts heaved while she lay on her back.

She tugged her skirt up around her waist, revealing her nakedness to the fresh spring air. A quiet giggle escaped her lips at the thought of the look her mother would have on her face if she knew that she was out without neither her stockings nor her knickers. The cool breeze felt great. Lying back, she let the gentle rays of sun soak into her. It wasn't so long ago that she had learned there was more to life than waiting for a man to explore her inner self. Her soft fingers caressed lightly over the short soft hairs on her mound.

The world seemed to fade from her vision as she touched. A shiny armored knight lifted her casually to his horse, his hands firmly placed on either sides of her ribs. Her fingers explored the growing warmth, seeking the wetness. The horse galloped at a fast pace, taking her to his huge castle, there he would lay her on soft bearskin rugs, touch her tender eager flesh. His lips would press against hers.

She moaned gently as her fingers slid into the swollen lips and softly caressed her rising blossom. His hands would fumble at first, grabbing a bit roughly at her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her hard nipples. Gentle gasps of pleasure escaped her as she circled her blossom, feeling it throb lightly under her fingers. His clothes would suddenly crash to the floor, as he could no longer wait to embed his hard member into her. Oh, what her mother would say to know what her great aunt had told her not three summers ago.