I am not a writer, and this story was directly written in messages, online, in ICQ, during erotic communication with one very particular person ... therefore I apologize for repeating and some tearing, but I didn’t begin to edit it thoroughly ( –Chut, added one paragraph, and lowered its remarks so as not to violate integrity), in order to preserve for myself those feelings and impressions that I had online that night ... Someone may seem a little naive, the fact that the hero is the rich owner of the estate the king, and the heroine is a simple cowgirl, but such was the desire of the person with whom I spoke at that moment, to see me as a knight, and myself as a cowgirl ... And in truth, this is my first story ...

I left on a hot summer afternoon to stroll through the picturesque surroundings of my castle, and my walk led me to a shady ravine, covered with acacia bushes on the slopes, and burdock ... On the top of a ravine on a lawn on the edge of a grove, several neat sheep grazed on the lawn, with pink ribbons on the neck and small bells.

I got off my horse, took him under a large and shady oak tree, took off his spurs, and headed for the gentle slope of the ravine ... I knew this place, I knew that the river had flowed before, but it was dry now, and did not have time it should be grown with bushes and burdock ... I went down the slope enjoying the shade of the acacias, and on the way I decided to fall somewhere or walk along the bottom of the ravine along the bed.

I decided to take a walk until I found a suitable place where I could lie down and dream ... I went down, walked along tall bushes, and then a thought occurred to me that since the sheep grazed on the edge, it means I must be somewhere near and the shepherd saying, I didn’t want to meet anyone at this moment, especially with some barefoot boy who probably would have been frightened of me, and my subtle mood would have been spoiled ... Therefore, I wanted to look for a secluded place where no one could see me. .. I tried not to make noise, making my way through the fluff, and when I almost reached this natural hut, it seemed to me that in the flashing gleams of the greenery I was moving I saw something bright ...

So ... is this a shepherd boy?

I almost laughed - I wanted to hide, but it turned out the opposite ...

Of course, I wanted to look at the culprit of my bummer, and I slowly parted the mugs ... I saw a woman ... She was asleep, and her measured breathing indicated that she was sleeping quite hard ... I was watching her from the bushes ... Here she moved her nose in a dream, so childishly funny ... she wrinkled her forehead, and chewed her lips a little ... Here it is the very nature - I thought ...

Since she was lying on a large pile of burdocks collected, in a dream she slid a little off them, her skirt had a little kicked up, and opened my eyes a gentle, tanned leg ... I looked around her figure ... she was young and tender , the very flourishing of youth and sexuality. I looked at the outlines of her legs under the skirt, and an insurmountable desire arose in me to see more than a slightly lifted skirt revealed to me ...

And the more that I peep, for an unsuspecting and sleeping woman - doubly excited, and I decided ...

Trying not to make noise, I cut off a long twig from a bush, and just as quietly crept along the mugs, so that I would be in front of the sleeping shepherd ... I picked up the skirt with a twig, and began to lift it trying to see what was revealed to me in its dark depth .. So I moved my skirt almost to my knees, and I looked at her legs with golden hairs that had sun-faded in the sun, I look at every time of her delicate, fresh skin ... the skirt crept higher and higher ...

So I opened my right knee, it was a little darker than the rest of the skin, it felt freedom and communication with nature, with the wind, with the earth ... I lifted the skirt a little higher, and already saw her bare, soft thigh ... then I lifted the skirt with the second leg ...

What if she wakes up now? - I thought. I’ll burn with shame ... =) but she seemed to fall asleep deeper, and started moving her lips more and smacking her lips, obviously deep in her sleep ... I lifted my skirt a little more than on the palm above my knees, stopped, and looked around looking at a lying figure ... In front of me lay a young woman, with her skirt upraised, with her bare legs slightly apart and serenely sleeping face ... the skirt still hid the shadow between her legs, but it was so close ... and she was sleeping, and everything was in my hands ...

From the look of this picture, my excitement reached the limit, I grabbed a twig and picked up a skirt in the very middle pushed it to the top, on my stomach ... I was afraid that I would find something like pantalo under it, but it was wildly hot outside, and everything was completely naked ... I saw a beautiful dark slit, covered with thick hair, a pubis fluffy and in curls, and rising from it to the top to the innocent navel fossa, a path of tenderness, from a cannon and curly hair ... they were dark blond , with a golden chestnut tint ... everything was so beautiful and natural oh that it was impossible to look away ...

I admired her lower hair, her round lips, her lightly covered with soft hair, and the dark section going down from me, which was hidden from me in the thickness of the hair, and the buttocks closed below ... My heart pounded, the dick stood and bulged my pants, and I so as not to embarrass himself, he let him out ... he immediately became exposed to such tension ... I stroked his hand and squeezed a little to disperse the strained blood ... I looked at the cowgirl, on her legs and what was between on their front-facing and hair-covered grounds buttocks, on the dark, peeping through the hair gap, and my hand began to move the penis more and more ... I bared and poured it, I stroked my scrotum, then with difficulty tried to push the foreskin on the head, but nothing happened and I vice versa most exposed her ...

I stood and jerked off measuredly ... but I still did not want to finish ... I really wanted to, but did not want to. a new thought flashed in my lustful, agitated mind I let go of my dick, and quietly crawled out of my shelter I approached the cowgirl and quietly touched her leg ... and almost pulled my hand away from the realization of what I was doing ... her skin was tender, lively, I could examine her, touch her, and she was asleep and did not suspect anything about it! I quietly touched the fingers on her leg, then the calf, my knees easily touched the thigh with my whole hand, stroked the hairs growing there, and turned my eyes to what was between her legs. I touched the hair on her pubic hair, lightly rubbed it between my fingers, then lowered my fingers a little and touched the pubis ... it was soft, a little sweaty, because it was very hot, her hair was pleasantly caressing mine palm, and I looked at her slit ... I leaned even closer and touched my lips to those slightly smelling hair at the very depth of the slit going down between my legs. I wanted to push it apart, to see all the tenderness and secrecy of this female flower ... my cock pulled out, and the grass growing on the ground pleasantly tickled him, and the scrotum ...

I had a ridiculous vidon - I thought and smiled to myself I raised my hand to her closed lower jaws and touched my index finger to one and my thumb to the other, touched them a little, enjoying their softness and touching the hair that grew on them, then slightly I pressed and spread them a little to the sides ... I saw the pink flesh of their inner side, I saw tender sticky, and clenched with big lips, petals of small sponges, I parted them a little higher and admired the small prominent clitoris ...

But she slept peacefully and, as before, moved her lips and nose in her sleep, and even slightly smiled at some pleasant sleep ... I so wanted to open them further to see the flesh of her tender hole. but I resist ......