Hilda Wakes Up Alone

As Hilda's eyes fluttered open, she felt a chill going over her whole body. Reaching her arms up to stretch after her nap, she heard the sound of rippling water and looked down. Everything below her chin was still submerged in the now-freezing water of the tub. _I must have fallen asleep in the bath, _Hilda mulled. That hasn't happened for a week or so. I was hoping for a new personal best.

Looking around, the denuded knight couldn't help but notice the rest of the bathhouse was empty and dark. It occurred to her that she'd apparently slept through the closure of the building. She blushed at the thought of the many female bathers watching her laze about in the bath for hours, completely exposed and **** for hours. And that was before she remembered the show she had given that one... persuasive occupant earlier that evening, sending her deeper into the water to hide the crimson on her cheeks. This was a mistake, though, as the water, no longer heated by the magical stones that gave the bathhouse its reputation, was now no warmer than a frozen pond in the woods. Not that Hilda knew what that felt like. Intimately.

Shivering, the noblewoman climbed out of her tub and onto the ceramic floor tiles, her bare feet sloshing in the water on the floor. Without the lights on, she had to tread carefully to avoid slipping on her way to the door. She didn't bother putting her hands over herself, instead opting to use them for balance. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to grab onto, so she ended up flailing her arms in front of her in a manner that would have been amusing to anyone watching. A shame she was alone. Such a shame.

As Hilda pushed through the curtain separating the baths from the changing room, she looked to the cubby where she and Tina had left their clothes (well, ribbons) earlier. Her heart sank, however, when she saw that not only her cubby but every cubby in the room was empty. What was more concerning was that Tina herself was also nowhere to be found, leaving Hilda alone and helpless once again. The bashful color had left the naked woman's cheeks (all four of them) replaced by a pale ghostly grimace. Had Tina forgotten her and left? If that was true, she could be anywhere, especially since, thanks to that maid's generosity, she now had a proper outfit, sort of. The panicky mother fretted at the thought of Tina going off to make her fortune with only two sashes and a maid uniform. Sure, she herself had been faced with worse odds and survived, but she had always had a home to return to. What did Tina have out there in the cold unforgiving world?

Hilda ventured out the front doors, mindlessly grabbing the only thing she could think to use as cover (a modest-sized yellow bath sponge) and holding it over her womanhood. It was still the dead of night outside, the moon shining as if to spotlight the poor woman's predicament. Hilda whispered, "Tina?" into the empty street, not surprised at the silent response. Her toes curled in the dirt, her mind racing with ideas of where her daughter could have gone. The nerve of her to just up and leave without her completely naked. For the second time that week, no less! She was starting to think perhaps she'd spoiled her eldest daughter a tad bit too much if this was how she treated her ailing mother.

Think, Hilda. You were with her all day. Hilda wracked her addled brain, even as the wind reminded her of her vulnerability. Where could she have gone? You only went to a few places today, so think. They hadn't seen many places in the village, and besides the bathhouse, the only place they'd spent time was the town square. The only place she could think of otherwise if Tina was even still in Pilla at all, was...

Hilda sighed at the thought of the tall and toned farmer who'd worked them like dogs that morning as payment for using her barn to sleep. She could feel the sponge against her crotch grow heavier as her mind played images of her overalls pooled at her bare feet, her soft breasts hanging forward invitingly, and her muscular bottom flexing and showing off the fruits of her no doubt years of labor. She certainly was the type to make Hilda feel controlled and compelled and...

In any case, that's the most likely place Tina would be, so Hilda, less reluctantly than she'd admit, started making for the farm, holding her hands over the now-soaking sponge pressed against her pussy. She kept it there in case her mind wandered during her walk; she didn't want to soil her next meeting with the Farmstress with her womanly fluids again. She had to appear dignified and respectable as a woman of her stature should. Certainly not like some beast of burden waiting to be tamed and mounted with all the **** and grace of a trained rider...

Needless to say, by the time her 30-minute walk was over and she'd reached the ranch gates, the sponge was dripping with Hilda's seed, or at least as much as it could absorb. Holding it up to her gaze and smelling it for good measure. She thought of simply throwing it away, but the proper thing would be to return it to the bathhouse the following day, so she wanted to keep it in at least passable condition. She tiptoed to a small ditch near the pigsties north of the farmhouse and squeezed the remnants of her... daydreams (nightdreams?) into what she hoped wasn't an important farm thing. The squelch of the sponge made her cringe with fear that she'd wake up the farm girl inside, but as the last few drops of cum fell to the ground, Hilda let out a sigh of relief.

But she sharply inhaled that relief again when the back door of the house swung open with a CREEEEEAAKKKK. Turning around like a deer in headlights, Hilda stared at the familiar figure walking out into the night air, positive she was about to be run off the property. However, something caught her eye about the Farmstress that made her look twice.