Watch and wait

Randolph kept his head down as Miss Marlton approached the section of the road where the brook ran alongside the ruts in the dirt. He wondered what he could do to get her to step off the cart path and down by the stream bed where she would be completely hidden from the view of anyone but him. Her hair was pulled up off her neck and partially hidden by a small hat that was pinned to her head at a jaunty angle, but even with her hair lifted off her shoulders she looked uncomfortably warm in the long sleeved riding dress, heavy with brocade and lace.

His teeth flashed as he realized that she planned on stopping at the sandy stretch not twenty feet from him. He watched through the leaves as she led her gelding down to the water's edge where she dropped the leather reigns and collapsed gracefully onto the warm sand tucking her feet demurely under her skirt. Miss Marlton's horse picked his way carefully further into the brook until the water covered his inflamed hock as he drank noisily from the fresh water. Randy almost forgot his hatred for all things Marlton as he studied her idly tapping her riding crop against her leg. How would that beautiful young gentlewoman react if he suddenly joined her on the soft sand as she waited for her horse to drink his fill.

"Oh to be a simple animal." Thought Charlotte as she watched the gelding drink the cool water. With a burst of vigor she attacked the laces of her boots, cursing her maid who had laced the boots so carefully this morning before the hunt. Each boot had over twenty holes and the laces held the soft dyed blue leather snugly to her slender calves. Finally, both her boots were lose enough to slip over the silk hose that covered her feet. "Drat those stockings!" she still couldn't dip her feet in the cool water. To remove the sheer silk coverings she would first need to slip out of her ruffled leggings and then unhook the stockings from the garter belt. She looked around wondering if she dared to remove so many of the uncomfortable layers even in the relative privacy of the forest.

Her gelding, she noticed had moved twenty feet further down the brook and was grazing contentedly on some of the lush grass growing on the far side of the brook. It seemed the situation was going from bad to worse. Standing at the water's edge she called softly for her horse. Copper lifted his head from the grass long enough to look her over and then decided that standing in the cool water eating sweet grass was better than anything his mistress had to tempt him with. Charlotte stomped her foot in frustration; feeling the warmth of the sand through the thin silk of her stockings as her small heel struck the sand.

Randolph nearly laughed out loud as he watched Miss Charlotte try to call her roan back to where she waited. From this view he could admire the slimness of her waist and the fine line of her neck as it curved into her shoulder. The tan dress was made for riding, and lacked the bustle that usually hid her round derriere. As he assessed the shape of her ass under the tailored dress Randy felt a stirring in his groin imagining the shape of her curves. His hands itched to cup her full cheeks and feel the firm muscles move under his fingers.

The amusement soon faded as he remembered who Lady Marlton was; her father was going to pay for his actions and the lovely Miss Charlotte would be the key to his ****. He could grab her now and drag her deep into the woods like his Viking ancestors would have. His sharp hunting knife would slice her dress from her curves as easily as it lifts the skin from a doe. His mouth watered as he pictured her naked at his feet begging him for mercy before he took from her what had been stolen from his sister. He wondered what her father's reaction would be when he finally returned her to her estate, dressed in one of his old linen shirts and swelling with his child.

Perhaps he could use his good looks and charm to seduce the innocent heiress. The only thing even better than taking Marlton's daughter from him by **** would be to have her offer her sweet body to him willingly. Randy had a way with women, even now as an outlaw he had little trouble convincing all manner of women to share their warmth with him. A highwayman and poacher he may be, but a ****?

What does he decide?