The Sexual Awakening of the Youngest Foskett

Every member of the staff employed at Cockshoots Hall knew they weren’t supposed to stare when the white horse galloped across the property, for its young owner would most likely be riding it naked.

It was an unspoken rule, don’t embarrass Lady Angelica with a stare she might perceive as disapproving. The new employees who did direct a leering look at the youngest Foskett received a severe punishment from the oldest staff members.

Seemingly oblivious to it all, Angelica Foskett was outside that afternoon, the breeze blowing against her bouncing young breasts as she rode her horse to one of her favorite spots on the Grounds.

As the horse came to a stop at her ‘secret’ pool, Angelica was relieved to find it empty of any sign of human life, since she wanted to be alone right now. Dismounting her horse, she allowed it to drink some water from the pool before going in herself.

She felt her pink nipples stiffening at the contact with the cool water as she recalled the look on the journalist’s face when she passed by him earlier. A grin appeared at her lips.

Angel always had enjoyed the freedom that came with wearing no clothes, hence why she liked this pool so much, along with her bedroom and her studio.

She hummed as her palm brushed against the erect peak of her right nipple. She had always seen the naked human body as a work of art, something to be eternized on a painting, but recently, Lady Angelica Foskett discovered just how her own body could have a different effect altogether on a man.

Her lower body tingled as the memory of what happened the day after she had her eighteenth birthday a month ago came back to her.