Resist temptation

Realizing that she is quickly losing her self-control, Adella calls up her remaining restraint and says, “Thank you, Cedric. That will be all. You and Franco are dismissed.”

Cedric stops, with his hands tantalizingly poised on her upper thighs. “As you wish, Your Highness. Have I done something inappropriate?”

“Not at all, Cedric. Your massage skills are most — satisfactory. I am simply tired from my journey and wish to rest before dinner.”

Reluctantly but obediently, Cedric rises from the water and retrieves his towel. As he does, Adella resists the urge to gasp audibly as his swollen manhood comes into view. She quickly averts her gaze as he towels off just an arm’s length away.

When Cedric has completed his task, he says, “We will leave you to your rest now, Your Highness. Please call for either of us — or both — if you need anything at all.”

With that, the gentlemen leave Adella alone for the first time that day. When she hears the door close, she lets out a sigh of relief and sinks back into the relaxing water.

That was so close! After a lifetime of discipline, it almost went right out the window. Adella couldn’t believe how quickly and easily she found herself willing to throw away everything she had been taught just because she was alone with a man.

But it wasn’t just any man, was it? Adella smiles as she remembered the way it felt as Franco removed her clothing and the way it made her feel to stand naked in his presence. And then to have Cedric not only see her nakedness, but to touch her, too. She remembered the way Cedric looked, dressed only in a towel — the way his strong, bronzed arms wrapped around her body in the water — the way she felt him harden as his body came into contact with hers....

Without even realizing she was doing it, Adella caused her hands to touch herself in the same way Cedric’s had. She ran her fingers over her arms, chest, sides, and legs, trying to recreate the feeling. As her hands approached her upper thighs, she sighed, realizing Cedric’s hands had been mere inches from touching what no man had ever touched. It would have been so easy to just let him continue, to let his hands move just a tiny bit until....

Adella gasped as her fingers made their way between her legs. In her mind, it was Cedric whose fingers now stroked her soft, velvety slit. With a warm, wet, soapy finger, she simulated Cedric’s slow, deliberate exploration of her clitorus, finding it already swollen and sensitive to the touch.

Using her forefinger and middle finger, she pressed against her clit and moved her fingers back and forth, then in a circular manner as she grasped her breast with her other hand. With eyes closed, breathing ever heavier, Adella’s body began to cause the water of the tub to form waves as she rocked back and forth, up and down.

The tip of Adella’s tongue slips out from her red lips, and her face is one of intense concentration as she slips the tips of her fingers inside her vagina. Lifting her feet to the edges of the tub for leverage and spreading her legs, she increases the intensity of her movements, unconcerned about the water that is splashing onto the floor. In her mind she is begging Cedric to touch her with more than his hands. She pictures herself turning around and facing him, climbing on his lap and thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she lowers her pussy onto his hard, thick shaft.

With that picture in her mind, Adella’s body seizes as if by an electrical charge. She lifts her ass off the bottom of the tub, pushing hard against its edges with her feet. The hand that is on her breast joins the other hand between her legs and assists it in presssing hard against her pulsing, throbbing orgasm.

Adella has pleasures herself before, but never had she experienced such a powerful orgasm. Its waves seemed to just keep coming and coming, and when they at last subsided, she saw blackness on the edge of her vision, and she realized she had been holding her breath.

Collapsing back into the tub and catching her breath, she thought, “Where did that come from? Am I so **** for a man’s touch as that?”

Shivering slightly, she looks around and realizes guiltily that the water level is significantly lower than when she started. She gets out of the tub, feeling somewhat shaky in her knees, and begins to clean up the puddles of water that have formed on the floor.

As Adella finishes her task and begins getting dressed for dinner, she tries to refocus her thoughts, but the images in her mind from her fantasy and the tingling between her legs keep distracting her. With no small measure of guilt, she reflects on how easy it would have been to throw away her virginity and bring disgrace to her father and the entire kingdom. As much as she has grown to resent living under constant supervision all these years, perhaps her parents were quite right; perhaps they knew her better than she knew herself. Maybe she isn’t the strong, self-controlled princess of virtue she’d like to believe she is.

Adella has time to ruminate on all of this as she finishes getting ready. Her reflections are interrupted by a knock at the door. She pulls herself back into her princess demeanor and answers the door. It is her mother.

“I trust you had a good rest,” says the Queen, entering Adella’s room.

“Yes, I did, Mother. And yourself?”

“My room is most comfortable.” Caroline gives her daughter a kiss on the cheek and then studies her. “Your face is rather flushed, Dear. Are you well?”

“I am fine, Mother. I had a relaxing bath; I am still feeling the water’s warmth.”

The Queen glances at the large pile of wet towels, and says, “Was there an accident?”

Adella feels her face growing warmer. “Just a little spill; nothing I couldn’t take care of.”

Adella can’t help but wonder if her mother faces the same temptations that she did, and if so, how she responded to them. She also wonders how she is going to manage any future temptations in the remaining days of their visit. Would it be wise to talk to her about it, or would that cause her mother to doubt the wisdom of bringing Adella along on such a sensitive diplomatic mission? Perhaps her mother would think her weak and foolish?