A noble thief

“My my…I didn’t think I would find anyone around these parts of the woods,” said a voice that made the princess shrieked as she used her hands to cover her privates.

“Who goes there?” She confidently asked despite being completely naked and not seeing anyone in front of her.

“I’m nobody but a noble thief,” he said with a chuckle as he stood on the wall, looking over her naked flesh. He was wearing dark clothing and brandishing a dagger. “Call me surprised when I heard the lovely moans of a maiden and to find her doing such naughty things while out in the open. I was half expecting to find a coin purse or maybe jewelry in her belongings but all I found was this black cowl. To my surprise that was all I had found…no dress, pants or even undergarments. Care to explain yourself?”

“Can thou bequeath me thy cowl, noble thief?” She asked firmly as she stood up still tightly covering her privates.

“I like you better this way, milady. Plus y’know the rules: finders keepers,” he said shoving the cowl into his knapsack.

“Good sir, I will have you know that this is very unbecoming of a gentleman,” she said hoping to appeal to any sense of chivalry the thief may have.

“Well, I never said I was that…just a noble thief with a good sense of hearing,” he said flinging his dagger around in his hand. “But please enlighten me of your story.”

The princess sighed and asked in a casual tone, “Will you give me back my cowl if I tell you everything?”

“Depends if it’s good and the truth,” he said with a wink. “Don’t try to pull any fast one on me or I’ll leave you naked as a lily.”

Her heart fluttered from the mention of a lily but she regained her composure as she needed to get her cowl back. “How much does thou wish to know, noble thief?”

“Hmmm…how about why you chose to do this in the wild? Not that I’m complaining and how about you have a seat next to me,” he said slapping the wall and scooting over a bit while sheathing his dagger.

“Ah a bit of gentleman you are, Sir…I don’t know your name so may I get your name, kind sir?” She asked sitting her plump butt on the smooth stone wall.

“You can call me John, milady. And your name?” He asked expecting to here a fake name to protect her identity.

“Princess Justine Reginald, daughter of King Brutus Reginald III, Sir John,” she said standing and giving a curtsey, which allowed her boobs to jiggle freely and for him to get a level view of her plump, naked folds.

He burst out laughing and said, “I thought I told you not to lie, milady. There is no way the princess of the kingdom…” She stood there, unwavering in her nudity and making zero attempts to cover up. He finally took a look her face and realized that this was no lie and she was who she says she was. “Well bollocks! It really is you, princess. I didn’t expect to run into royalty like this.”

She returned to her seat and smiled as she said, “Well, does thou think royalty is beneath themselves to trifle with a bit of naughtiness? I will admit this is the first time I’ve been caught but I have to say it thrilling to finally speak to someone.” She made no attempts to cover up as she explained the events with the maid, the first time she snuck out into public to engage in naughty activities as well as all of the stress to find a husband.