The Barmaid

Your eyes drift towards the barmaid as she works her way back towards your table. The way she carries herself...you almost think that she wants somebody to invite her to bed. She has a confidence that you find quite attractive, even if she is just a simple peasant girl.

You wait for a moment when the men at your table are distracted to make your move. As she steps by you, you tug on her arm gently and she turns to look at you with her warm green eyes, "Do you need anything,Sire?"

Lowering your voice, she leans in so she can hear you, "Perhaps after you're done working, you can come to my room?"

A little smile crosses her lips, but she maintains her composure well. "I might take you up on that, Sire."

You let go of her arm and she goes back to work. However, your eyes continue to follow her. She navigates the tavern expertly and occasionally you see other men propose to her. Every time she shakes her head. It was likely that you would have watched her for the rest of the evening, but a sudden bout of laughter brought you back into the conversation.

The evening passes quickly and you find yourself heading up the stairs later than you expected. You are sure that you must smell like a distillery, but you manage to get to your room easily. Most of your men have likely passed out from all the drinking, but of course you're waiting for a certain visitor. Half an hour later, you hear a gentle knocking at the door. "Come in." You say as you get out of bed to greet her.

In comes the barmaid. She closes the door behind her and curtsies, "Sire."

You step over to her, "I'll be honest. For awhile there, I was concerned that you wouldn't show up."

She moves a little closer to you, "Well, Sire. I couldn't really disobey an order from my king."

"I hope that there was more reason for you to come than just because I said so."

Her eyes drift across your body. "Maybe..."

You grin hornily, "I don't believe I got your name."

"It's Brie, Sire." Her green eyes drift back up to meet yours

Suddenly the two of you are kissing each other passionately and pressing against each other. Her lithe body feels good in your arms after awhile with no stimulation. Your hands move down to her hips and she turns and puts herself between you and the bed. Taking the hint, you press her back and continue to kiss her excitedly. You squeeze her shapely butt and start pulling her dress up.

She steps back away from you a little and reaches her arms behind her back and unties the straps of her dress and lets it slip to the floor, leaving her in some rather modest undergarments. You go ahead and let her strip herself as her bra drops to the ground and exposes her shapely breasts. Even though she's certainly not taking her time. The anticipation of coitus makes it feel like an eternity. Finally she loops her fingers into her panties and slides them down.

Her skin is silky smooth and it looks like she keeps herself well shaven. Her skin was fairly pale and despite being a peasant girl, Her body would put to shame some of the courtly women that you have seen. She sits on the bed and leans back against the headboard and looks at you with alluring eyes. "I hope I'm to your satisfaction, Sire."

You gulp, "Yes. More than that, I expect"