PLANTATION PONY

 

Annabel breathed in deeply and enjoyed the luxury. These first deep breaths of the day were always especially wonderful as they came before the ordeal of being laced into the whaleboned corsets demanded by fashion. In a moment, she knew, Sarah her maid would enter with her morning tea and the ritual of preparing a well-born young lady to face the new day would begin. But for now...

She stretched luxuriously and immediately came fully awake. She was naked. Her legs, her belly, her breasts and back were all in unaccustomed contact with cool, crisp linen instead of her heavy nightdress. It felt so good! And she felt different inside, emotionally she felt a deep, relaxed sensation; physically she felt suppler and more lithe than ever before. She gave another pleasurable twist and arch of her back and her hand touched warm skin beside her. She sat bolt upright forgetting that she was naked and letting the bedclothes fall away. On the pillow beside her was the tousle haired head of a man.

Suddenly everything swam into focus and Annabel relaxed somewhat.

Had this been London, she would have been in serious trouble. She had committed two cardinal sins; she had lost her virginity and lost it to a married man. In extremis a young lady of breeding might allow her back passage to be penetrated as a method of avoiding pregnancy whilst retaining the young man's interest, but - and here Annabel allowed herself a complacent smile - she hadn't gone down that route. Memories of the previous evening and night engulfed her as she stared down at the sleeping man beside her. She smiled again and one hand gently stroked her nipple, sending delicious sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

The previous night she had attended her first ball on the island of St Kelmo and she had been well and truly initiated into the ranks of island womanhood. To hell with London, she thought, out here married men were fair game.

 

Annabel, daughter of a wealthy London banker had been sent out to the colonies of the West Indies by her parents in order to distance her from the attentions of several young men; attentions that she was showing alarming signs of giving in to.

The Right Honourable Percy Warbreck had come a-visiting to their house in Mayfair one afternoon when Annabel had managed to convince her mother's maid, while her mother was out, that she would be safely alone until tea time and that she too could go out shopping.

It had taken them weeks to organise an almost empty house and both knew exactly what they wanted. Annabel let him in and took him straight into the library. There was a feverish skirmish between their bodies, between lips and tongues, hungry, desperate and questing. Percy tasted and smelled of cigars and whisky, his hands roved everywhere, delving into her blouse where she had carefully left a couple of buttons undone and for the first time Annabel felt a hand other than her own touch the sensitive flesh of a nipple. A shiver of the most all-consuming lust swept through her as she pressed against his hard body. And then, greatly daring she had drawn a hand back from embracing him and run it down his jacket until it was squeezed between their bodies and her fingers could trace the outline of something hard and long and thick! So that was it! That was the mysterious object which had haunted long nights of fretful sleeplessness. It was supposed to fit inside her and yet it felt so enormous; could she accommodate it? And would it hurt? She was going to find out.

Percy broke away flushed and excited. He brought out from a pocket a jar of grease and brandished it.

"Just let me feel around you a bit more, Annabel old girl and then we'll gallop Sir Thomas up the dirt track. Not ideal but it'll give you an idea of what the real thing will be like!"

Annabel felt that it could have been handled in a slightly less coarse manner but she was feeling reckless and excited and she couldn't get the feel of that hardened rod of maleness out of her mind. She hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse completely as he came towards her. Her corset thrust the mounds of her breasts eagerly towards him as he advanced, his hands scooped them out, his skin feeling harsh and rough on the smooth pallor of her breasts. He found her nipples and was fascinated by them - or rather by the effect of them on her - he stroked them and made her sigh, he squeezed them just a little and made her gasp, he pulled them and made her jump. Then he bent his head and she felt his teeth just nip at them, bright spears of something that was almost pain but wasn't quite, leaped through her body and seemed to focus on her lower belly where they caused strange heating and melting sensations.

Abruptly Percy finished with her nipples and stood up.

"Right, over you go, my girl and let's have the back door open!"