Solo travels

"Sorry Nemiri," you say. "I have to get going."

She looks sad at that, but shrugs. "As you choose, human," she says. But if you're ever in the forest again... Be sure to seek me out." She steps in and kisses you to say goodbye, then turns and sprints off into the forest.

You wander off, not back to Erthaniya but just following the first road you find. After three days you come to an inn by the roadside, where you pay for a room for the night. The innkeeper summons his daughter to show you to it. She's a pretty young thing with straw-blonde hair and a slight, though curvy enough, figure. "My name's Clara," she tells you with a curtsey. You've already decided that you'd like to speak with her more intimately... and with any luck do other things with her too.

Clara leads you up the narrow stairs to the corridor at the top, where you abruptly find yourselves face to face with a pretty brunette, who looks to be in her mid-twenties. She has a spattering of freckles across her nose, and a reasonably sized bust. "Welcome," she says to you then proceeds down the stairs.

"That is my stepmother, Varess," Clara tells you as you carry on. "My father married her two years ago, but I don't think she's ever been happy here. Now, here is your room." She opens a door for you, and you step inside. "Is there anything more I can do for you?"

You turn to look at her with a raised eyebrow, and do not try to hide the fact that you're studying her body. She blushes profusely. "Well..." you say. "I suppose there is, but you'd have to come along later tonight, if you catch my drift? About midnight?"

She stammers for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, she collects herself again. "Perhaps," she says, with a small but embarrassed smile. "We shall see."

Later that evening there's a knock on the door. You frown though, for it is still an hour before midnight. Everybody has gone to bed, but you have waited up to see if Clara comes to your room. But is this her or someone else?

It's not Clara at the door but her stepmother, Varess. You look at the brunette with some surprise, not having expected her. "I've heard things about you, Sir John," she says. "I'm unhappy in my marriage. My husband doesn't care for my pleasure, and when Clara mentioned your name, I thought..."

She cuts off short as you walk over to her, and stares into your face with big brown eyes. You don't bother with words- you know what she wants. You take her face in your hands and kiss her.

There's passion in the kiss but it's a quiet kind of passion. You go slowly, because you know she's not used to being treated like this and you don't want to make her uncomfortable. She's a very beautiful woman, but her husband's an idiot and she's probably never even come with him. So you take it slow; soon, she'll be up to speed.

You move your hands down and begin to unbutton her dress, one button at a time, carefully slipping each from the eyelet before moving on to the next. She makes no move to stop you, apparently happy to let you have your way with her and show her how it's done.

The buttons are all undone. You reach up and slide the coarse dress off her shoulder, revealing the smooth skin beneath, and it falls to the floor to leave her naked before you.

"Lie down on the bed," you whisper. She follows your instructions and lies there, excited and a little afraid, as you remove your own clothes.

You lie down beside her- she turns her head to look at you and you lean in and kiss her once more. One of your hands moves to caress her stomach, tracing lines around the shadowed dip of her navel.

Now you kiss your way down her neck, slowly following the curve to her collar bone and then yet lower. Her breathing picks up in anticipation, and then you're nuzzling her breast- she lets out a sigh of joy. You take a hard nipple in your mouth and tug on it, while your hand moves up to massage her other breast.

You pay close attention to her breasts for a while, licking her tits and gently squeezing her other breast in your hand. At last you move on- you kiss her cleavage as your hand slides down over her stomach, and she takes a deep breath as it approaches her pussy; but at the last minute it diverts and runs up her thigh instead, and she lets out a groan.

You hoist her leg up under the knee so you can feel her calf as well, and her slender ankle, but the procrastination is only temporary. Your hand moves back up and she takes a deep breath again and this time you don't tease her- your hand moves to the cleft between her legs. You kiss her deeply as at last you touch her pussy, and she moans into your mouth; never before has she been worshipped like this.

She's sopping wet, and you begin to softly rub her clit. She thrusts her hips up unconsciously, **** for more pleasure, but you're careful not to give it to her just yet. You keep rubbing her, until at last you decide she's had enough, and slip a finger inside her.

She moans at the sudden entrance- a long, low moan as her back arches and her tits point skywards. You begin to push your finger in and out of her, then soon add a second. All this time you're kissing her lips or her neck or her breasts, stimulating her in all ways possible.

Varess is whimpering with the pleasure, one arm wrapped around you, fingernails digging into your back. Her other hand is clenching at the sheets, trying to hold onto something as she is taken to a pure state of bliss.

"Oh fuck," she whispers, hips bucking up against your hand a little more ferociously. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come! Make me come, Sir John, make me come!"

She bites her lower lip to keep from shouting out, her back arches as fully as it can once more, and her orgasm hits her. You cover her mouth with yours to muffle her moans and keep frigging her, harder and faster than before. Her pussy is exploding with her juices, and her whole body is shaking with the **** of her climax.

Finally she subsides, and falls back onto the bed with one last moan. "Fuck," she whispers, her eyes bright. "That was..."

"I know," you say. "But now I've done you a favour, you have to do me one back." She looks a little surprised, but you hold up a finger to her lips to stop her asking any questions. "Not quite how you're thinking," you say. "No, my dear... I think you'll enjoy what I'm thinking of a lot more than you're expecting..."