Speak to the naked woman

Stewart feels uncomfortable standing there as the women continue to kneel. He steps forward into the midst of them, getting a better look. He walks to the woman who dropped her towel and bends over to pick it up. Trying not to stare at her lovely naked form, he hands the towel to her. “I believe you dropped this.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” she replies, taking the towel and holding it in her hand. She remains in a kneeling position, head lowered. Stewart places a hand under her chin and bids her to rise. He fully expects her to wrap herself in the towel, but as she stands, she keeps it to her side in on hand. She stands in front of the new king, head lowered, with her long, wet, black hair hanging down over her shoulders. The room’s cool air against her freshly-bathed skin causes her nipples to pebble.

“What is your name?” Stewart asks her.

“Elle,” says the young woman.

Despite his efforts not to stare, and notwithstanding the unusual setting and circumstances, Stewart cannot help but feel some arousal from being in such close proximity to the woman. Consistent with most of the other ladies, she cannot be more than a year or so separated from his own age. He tries not to dwell on the fact that his father seemed to have a thing for women who were young enough to be his daughters.

“Elle, you need not be so formal around me. Please, put yourself at ease.”

Elle looks directly at the king for the first time. “Sir?”

Stewart looks at her towel, still hanging limply from her hand. “I mean, you don’t have to wait for my command for everything, do you?”

Comprehension slowly dawns on the pretty face. She nods, and says, “No, of course not, my liege.” She takes the towel in both hands, and Stewart averts his eyes to give her the opportunity to adjust the towel around herself with some small measure of privacy. It is only when she takes the towel and spreads it out on the floor between them that his eyes return to the young woman.

Elle immediately kneels on the towel. At first, Stewart thinks she is about to resume her subservient posture, but rather than fold her hands in her lap, she reaches toward him and begins unfastening his pants.

The king is so stunned by this development that all he can do is stand there as her fingers swiftly undo the front of his trousers. It is only when she reaches into his underwear to grasp his cock that he catches his breath and realizes that she totally misunderstood his instructions.

He looks around at the other women. If any of them are surprised by this development, they do not show any sign of it.