John & Carol Ch. 02
Keywords: John, Ch., &, Carol, 02,
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Thomas had never before seen anyone as beautiful as this creature that nervously appeared from the vegetation knowing she had been discovered.
So beautiful was this angel, with her shimmering hair of spun gold tied behind her neatly dropping down her back over a faded brown cloak, that Thomas quite forgot where he was, and stood where he was in the shallow end of the pool to simply stare.
In that moment, she stared back at him, trailing her eyes over his trim body as he stood there naked as the day he was born.
Then he realised that he was without a stitch on, and dropped down into the water to conceal himself, blushing at the knowledge that she had seen him in such a state. Calmly, he drifted deeper, where the oaky tint of the water was deeper, aiding his modesty more effectively.
"Who are you?" he said, a little shakily since it was the first time he had spoken Saxon to someone other than Brother Jonah. "What are you doing here?"
If Thomas was embarrassed from his complete exposure, the girl was obviously frightened. It was true enough that he posed a threat to her, since they were alone so deep in the forest so far from help, but it made Thomas feel strange: he'd never frightened anyone before.
"What is your name?" he asked, trying to sound gentler, to put her at ease. His outrage at realising she'd been watching him prancing around in the buff had melted into red-faced embarrassment only, for no one could be angry at such an exquisite creature as this.
"A-Anna." Her voice was so soft, he almost didn't hear her stammer her name, but Thomas was all ears for this angel.
"Anna," he said, "are you from the village?"
"U-uh…no," she said quietly, meekly averting her eyes from his. "My lady is visiting the castle…I was collecting mushrooms sir, they grow much bigger here than at home…"
"You are the servant of Lord Stokesay?" he asked. Why could he not have been born a servant?
"Uh…" she seemed uncertain, afraid. "O-of Lady Serena, sir. Lord Stokesay's daughter."
Calmly, he swam towards her, towards the bank. He stood and rested his elbows on the soft, warm grass of the bank, looking up at the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.
"Are you afraid of me, Anna?" he asked her.
"A…a little…" she said nervously.
"I won't hurt you," he said, already feeling intoxicated by her beauty.
She was just about the right age to marry, and the realisation of this already causing him a strange, sharp pain as he thought of the lucky man who would get to claim her hand.
"I'm not ss-supposed to be here. My father says that outlaws hide in the woods," she said, "he says that murderers and Welshmen live out here."
"And you think I'm one of them?"
"You don't speak like one," she said, and he felt his insides melt as her perfect lips uttered his name.
"What does a murderer sound like?"
He smiled, an expression that forced her to reciprocate. And what a smile she had: it lit up her face, making her innocent beauty shine out in a way that quite took his breath.
"So if you're not a murderer," she said, and feeling a little more confident, sat down upon the soft grassy bank, "and you're clearly not a Welshman, what does that make you, such a handsome stranger, so deep in the forest?" She looked at him, her almond-shaped eyes penetrating him to his very soul, in a way that made him feel quite light-headed and warm inside. He had concentrate on not blushing at her heart-stopping compliment.
"I'm just enjoying the beauty of this pool," he said, doing his best not to lie to her, despite needing to keep his identity a secret. If she was lady Serena's servant, he couldn't let her know who he was.
"It is a beautiful pool," she said, idly plucking a daisy flower from the grass. "And would be more beautiful still if you were in it," he grinned mischievously, enjoying the warm glow that blossomed throughout his body as he flirted with her.
"Do you have a husband, Anna?" the question erupted from his lips unchecked, and he felt a little startled by his own bluntness. He was a little angry at himself: he had spoiled things – for her to reveal her married status now would end the flirtation between them almost immediately. And Thomas could not remember, in all his years, ever having been so excited as he was in the presence of this exquisite angel.
"I am going to be married soon," she said with a sigh, and Thomas found his heart thumping a heavy beat that seemed like sorrow, "but I don't know to whom. My father hasn't yet decided."
Beneath the water, he felt his penis stirring between his legs, and felt suddenly very vulnerable with nothing but the tint of the water to conceal his arousal from her.
"How about you? From what I've seen, there's far too much of you to go untended. You must have a wife, no?"
Now he really did blush, deep scarlet over every inch of his face. He lay back in the water, quietly floating away from the bank, away from her. She giggled at his self-consciousness.
"No," he said, "I am alone like you."
"That," she said, "is a good thing, no?"
"How so?" he asked.
"Because if either of us were married, we should be in mortal sin, what with you wearing nothing but a charming smile."
Thomas felt the blush resume about his face, and dearly hoped she could not see it. Did she really lust after him? That was the only sin she could be referring to – was she attracted to him as much as he was to her?
"I have to go," she said suddenly, "I have to collect mushrooms."
"Wait, wait. Stay awhile," he urged her.
"If I don't fill my basket by noon, I'll be in trouble."
"I'll help you then. It'll take half as long with two pairs of hands."
"You'll need your clothes to do that!" she smirked, and picked up his pile of clothing. "You'll have come out of the water and get them!"
"Hey!" he exclaimed, unable to keep from smiling.
Anna lay down on her front, facing Thomas and the pool, her face just a foot or so from the surface. For a moment, Thomas thought she was looking through the water at his nudity again, and in reaction to this, he made a great splash in the pool, stirring the water into ripples so that it kept him out of sight. The wave he produced swept against the bank, crashing up to splash her face. She squealed from pure surprise, then broke out into a girlish laugh that sounded like the peel of high bells.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. "What was that for?"
"For sitting in a bush and staring at me."
"That's not fair – I couldn't help it."
"Of course you could – you could have chosen any moment to creep away unthreatened."
"I…" she said, sitting up and suddenly becoming more timid again, "…I…I…never saw anyone like you before…and…and when you started taking off your things…I was curious."
"Curiosity is a dangerous thing, my mother always tells me."
"But it was never like this before…" she said, sitting back, away from him, her smile replaced by a look of mystified awe. "When I saw you I felt…strange…inside. Light and fluttery, as though a hundred moths were flying around in my chest."
There was silence, then. Thomas was more than a little dumbfounded, for the exquisite blonde was describing his own feelings in her presence. What was it? He felt that tingling throb tickle his penis once again, as if reacting to her soft, sensually feminine voice.
"I still feel it now," she said quietly, surrounded by uncertainty.
Thomas swam forwards to the bank, standing to rest his elbows on the soft grass again. "Swim with me," he said gently.
"I couldn't!"
"Why not? The water feels wonderful on the skin."
"I'd have to take off my dress – you'd see me."
"You've seen me."
"I don't even know your name."
"It's…uh…Gideon."
"Well, Gideon," her hand lingered at the shoulder of her dress "…you'll have to help me with my mushrooms…"
"Of course."
"…and you have to turn around until I'm in the water…"
"Very well."
"…and I get a reward when I get in."
"Whatever you want."
"Well…okay…but turn around."
Thomas did as he was told, but under the water, felt his penis harden considerably, even with the chill surrounding it. He stood facing the far bank, hearing nothing but the pattering of the water dropping into the pool, the trickle of it leaving and the wind rustling the oak branches overhead. There was a soft gasp, and Thomas turned back again to find Anna standing thigh-deep in the shallow side of the pool, a grimace on her pretty face from the cold. His eyes widened, taking in her breathtaking beauty, amazed at what perfection he was witnessing – her breasts small but firm and exquisitely rounded with delicate pink peaks stiff from the chill, her slender figure sweeping in heavenly curves down to the tidy little triangle of golden hair that perched between her thighs.
"Hey!" she said, blushing fiercely, "I said you couldn't look until I'm in the water!"
"You are in the water," he said, smiling.
"That's not fair, I'm not all the way in."
"Of course it's fair – you watched me for ages."
She dropped down in the water, trying to conceal herself, but she let out a little squeal and shot back up again. "It's so cold! How can you stand it?"
"You have to get used to it," he said, trying to keep eye contact with her, rather than trailing his eyes all over her sensational curves. He was glad she couldn't see what kind of an effect she was having on his penis.
Protectively, she covered her breasts with her hands, "it's freezing!"
"I just jumped in quickly a few times, then I got used to it."
"Well if you can do it..."
She turned and waded towards the bank, climbing out to give Thomas a first-class view of her shapely behind. She stepped towards the edge, now, by the deepest part of the pool. The way she stood, nervously with her legs slightly parted, he could see the soft pinkness of her tender vagina. He'd seen countless women in such a state before, of course, but never a girl like this, of the right age for marriage and of such miraculous perfection.
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Keywords: John, Ch., &, Carol, 02,