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Liberation Of A Lady
By Don Juan Amante
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Rated "R" by the Author.
Losing Her Inhibitions
LIBERATION OF A LADY
They came in big ships with rich furnishings and high hopes of fortunes, the English gringos. Our country was peaceful, undeveloped. In Puerto Rico a man could still find a cove and go swimming nude and no one would ever know. A couple could find a secluded spot on the beach for lovemaking and never fear being discovered and then the gringos came and with them sprang up hundreds of coffee plantations and came the ruination of our private paradise. It was 1830 and progress, no matter how much we detested it, could not be stopped.
Lord And Lady Wallington were among those who came to force wealth from the rich Puerto Rican soil. Theirs was one of the largest and best producing coffee plantations of all. They hired hundreds of native peasants to work the land and me as their gardener. I and the three men who assisted me were expected to reclaim the land around the mansion from the wild and turn it into a paradise for their personal enjoyment and for the many parties they would be giving to entertain the other plantation owners.
“Don Juan” she shouted at me in that condescending tone she always used. “Don Juan, come over here I want to show you where I would like that flower bed planted.”
I dutifully complied, for after all they did pay me a small salary and supposed that it made me their servant in all respects.
Lady Wallington, whose name was Alease, was about as stuffy as an English woman could ever hope to be. Starched dresses and elaborate hair styles added to her air of nobility and snobbery. I had seen her kind of woman before among the English in the city, cold on the surface seething with need beneath. I had noticed the interaction between her and her husband, an older man who seemed always distracted with business matters. I had seen the tiny peck on the cheek he gave her on the veranda each morning and noticed how he never took her into his arms, which I will have to say was certainly his loss for beneath the cold aristocratic act she was a beautiful woman. She had Dark, thick hair and aqua. sea-blue eyes with long black lashes. I could tell her body was curvaceous beneath the fashionable dresses and tight bodices she wore. Yes, Lord Wallington was either impotent or a fool, or perhaps both.
“Yes My Lady” I replied with my heavily Spanish accented English as I stood opposite her and waited for her instructions.
“These,” she said, as she handed me a flat of multicolored flowers, “These go there in the corner next to the fence.”
I towered over her and sometimes, like today, I noticed her staring at my muscular arms and the hard muscles of my chest that filled my cotton shirt. Today she not only seemed to appreciate my height and build but her aqua eyes looked into my brown ones with a softness and fire I had not noticed before. I had seen that look in women’s eyes before, the look of desire.
As she handed the flat to me I decided it was time to find out if I was right about the fire in her eyes. As I took the flat from her hand I lightly caressed her fingers with mine and as I looked her in the eyes I said in almost a whisper so that the other gardeners couldn’t hear,
“You are a beautiful woman, too beautiful, too alive to live without love and without the intimate touch of a man.”
I saw the tears well up in her eyes and then I boldly lifted her hand and caressed it tenderly with my lips in a lingering kiss. I knew I would either be dismissed from my gardener position or I would find her heart opened to me, it was a chance I was willing to take. There would be other jobs, but never another Alease.
“How do you know I need you so much and how dare you speak to me that way?"
“I am a lover of beauty, Senora, I appreciate and understand women. I read your desire in your eyes. I could kiss away those tears, make you feel more like a real woman than you have ever felt before.”
"Meet me, after midnight, here in the garden,” she whispered through her tears.
“No, now,” I replied, “right now, I want you now beautiful lady, I can’t wait another hour to touch you, taste you, hear you moan my name with pleasure. I’m going down to the cove, the one hidden behind the palms and you can join me there as soon as you can discreetly get away.”
“No, not in broad daylight, what if we were to be discovered, the shame, my husband would divorce me and send me back to England.”
“it is your choice, of course, but I will be waiting at the cove, have one of the other men plant that flower bed for you.”
I tipped my broad rimmed hat to her, turned and walked away in the direction of the cove. I had no idea what she would choose to do but I knew this had to be on my terms, she had been lady of the manor too long, coldly giving her orders, being obeyed by everyone and this time if she wanted me, she would experience sensuality with a man who knew how to command her. So I walked away and didn’t look back to see her reaction.
The day was sultry, the sun broiling down but the ocean breeze was cool on my flesh when I discarded the cotton shirt, rolled up my trouser legs and waded into the gentle turquoise waves. It was the kind of day that makes a man glad to be alive and possibly on the verge of an unforgettable afternoon with an unforgettable woman.
I had spread my shirt out under a palm on the beach and laid down for a siesta when I heard the rustle of her skirts behind me. I smiled secretly and my heart quickened at the thought of what I was about to enjoy.
“Come here, Querida,“ I said as I held up my hand for her to take.
I felt the smoothness of her little, sweaty, pale hand slipping into my large, bronze one. I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her lips deeply slipping my tongue between them and tasting her sweet flavor as my hands glided up and down her back. I felt her body react with a series of shivers as she melted into my arms and then stiffly pulled away.
“What are you doing?” she demanded a look of thunderous anger on her face.
“I‘m kissing you, long and deep just the way you need to be kissed and when I’ve had enough of kissing your lips I’m going to kiss you all over, your neck, shoulders, arms, those voluptuous breasts that were created for kissing and then your little feet, your legs all the way up your silky thighs and into your garden of love. What’s wrong, never been kissed this way before?”
Once again I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, pressing my tongue into her mouth and tenderly caressing her tongue with mine. My hand reached up into her upswept hair and pulled the pins from it allowing it to fall softly, seductively below her shoulders. She returned my kiss savagely like a starved woman as her hands entangled themselves in my hair, pulling the cord from it. It felt as though we were both ready for an afternoon of pleasure when she pushed me roughly away and then stood up. I stood next to her and pulled her into my arms as she tried to push me away.
“Tell me you don’t want this, tell me you don’t want me to touch you, kiss you, make love to you and I will let you go. Go ahead tell me,” I said as I held her hard against my chest.
Sobs began to rack her body and she said, “Let me go, I can’t, let me go.”
“Tell me you don’t want me, tell me.”
"I don’t, I mean I don’t know, I’m not sure….. stop, I’m afraid.”
“You are afraid of what you don’t know, have never experienced, your husband does he hold you this way, like he will die if you don’t surrender to him? Does he kiss you with such fire that your insides burn for him? You are a woman made for love, you have a body made to be ravished by a man who knows how.”
My hands moved slowly around her sides and under her full breasts then suddenly were filled with her softness as they squeezed and massaged I felt her back arch and her chest pressing her breasts into my hands.
“No, stop, we mustn’t “ she gasped.
“Tell me you don’t want me, tell me,” I demanded.
“I don’t, I don’t , I don’t want you. “ she said as her lips found mine and kissed me with such fire as I had never before felt in a woman’s kiss.
“Yes you do, I whispered as my hands found the top of her bodice and with one swift movement ripped it away then ripped the corset from the naked beauty hidden beneath it.
I felt the tremors rush though her body as I covered each inch of her bared breasts with tender insistent kisses of fire. Her nipples were dark rose and fully erect begging to be suckled as I pulled them one at a time deep into my mouth and sucked hard, then softly, flicking my tongue over them in circles. She shivered and moaned with pleasure and I knew if I tried I could bring her to the summit just by pleasuring her breasts.
“Look at these breasts,” I whispered when at last my mouth released them, "no don’t look away, look down at your breasts. They are works of art made by the creator to be admired and enjoyed by a man, made to be touched and tasted, kissed and suckled. You’ve never been touched this way have you, never had a man to worship the beauty of your body? What does your husband do, does he not even undress you, does he just pull up your nightgown and sate himself then fall asleep? Does he ever do this beautiful Alease? ”
I knelt down on front of her and unlaced her shoes before pulling each one off. I pulled away the skirt of her dress and underdress, untied the ribbon garters that held her stockings then pulled them off. I stripped off the long pantalets that covered her legs and womanhood and she stepped out of them. There she stood at last like a naked goddess bathed in the mid afternoon sunlight.
“Tell me Alease, does he pleasure you this way?" I asked as my lips and tongue ran up and down her shapely legs and up into her lush, dark forest of venus.
She moaned and writhed in delight as my tongue found her woman pearl and began to circle it. Her legs spread wide and she held tightly to the hair of my head as she rocked and pressed me closer to her musky-scented cavern of desire. The hot sun burned down on us and sweat dripped off our bodies.
“Do you like this My Lady, do you want me to stop?”
I looked up into her eyes that were wild with hot desire and she shook her head from side to side to signify no. But that was not good enough, she needed to be liberated.
“Say it Querida, say don’t stop Don Juan.”
She gasped with pleasure and reluctance but her climax was almost upon her and she screamed out, “Don’t stop Don Juan, don’t stop…..don’t …….”
It was earth shaking for her, her whole body flushed and spasms of pleasure claimed all her nerves and muscles as she pushed her womanhood hard against my face and my tongue took her through to the apex of her pleasure. Her nectar flowed like a stream of sweetness and I savored each drop that rushed into my mouth. Standing up I pulled her into my arms sharing a kiss with her and allowing her to taste of her sweet juices on my lips and tongue.
“Do you want my trousers off now? I asked as she nodded in the affirmative but once again a nod would not be enough.
“Pull them off me Alease, and say I want your cock Don Juan.”
Once again I could feel her stiffen with reluctance, we were breaking inhibitions of a lifetime.
“Say it My Beautiful One, say give me your cock Don Juan as you pull the trousers off. Have you ever seen one? No I doubt you have. It’s big and it’s hard for you Querida, it’s ready for you, to give you pleasure to take its pleasure from you. To fill you with my hot seed. Say it Alease, say it now.”
It was a new experience for her, this liberation of body and words but she moaned it out loud as her hands pulled away the trousers and closed over my thick hard shaft,
“Give me your cock Don Juan,” she moaned in a throaty whisper as her eyes got big with surprise when she looked down at what was soon to be welcomed inside her sweet walls. "Give it to me,” she said as she used it like a handle to pull me closer to her.
“Do you want it Alease?” I asked as my hands and lips continued to pleasure her hot skin in all the places I knew she wanted them to be.
“Yes Don Juan, I want it," she gasped as she lifted one leg and I caught it with my hand then the other and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I could feel my shaft poised right at the entrance to heaven and I moved it just barely inside.
With another gasp of pleasure she moaned, “Please”
“Please what My Lady, do you want me to take you now?”
“Say it then”
“Don Juan please take me now”
“Is that how you noble ladies beg your man to take you, I’m not noble. I‘m just a peasant so say it to me the way I like it. I want to hear it loud and wanton, say Fuck me Don Juan.”
This time the inhibitions had to go for her need outweighed her reserve so she screamed out almost loud enough for the field workers to hear,
“Fuck me Don Juan, fuck me hard!”
I took her then, buried my shaft completely into her waiting trembling depths and pumped in and out of her like a stallion with a mare. She cried and begged me for more as all the walls of restraint came down and she felt like the sensual woman she truly was. She made me feel like a man who wanted to have her not just one afternoon but forever.
I held her close still with her legs wrapped around me as I kissed her shoulders and caressed her back she had melted completely into my arms as though it was where she had always belonged. Then suddenly a little cry escaped her lips,
“Oh no, my husband. he is standing on the upstairs balcony looking in this direction, what if he has seen us?"
“What if he has Querida? He can divorce you but you don’t have to go back to England, I have a little seaside home, you could stay here with me and be a dirty talking, hard loving peasant.”
“Maybe we should move over a little to the left,” she said, “ For a better view, just in case he hasn’t seen us yet.”
©12/5/2005 Don Juan Amante
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|Reviewed by A PAX
you should write romance novels!!!!!
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|You pulled me right into this magnificent offering!!
Geeee....do you have an older brother???
|Reviewed by Barbara Mercer
|Thank you Don Juan for another of your passionate stories to add to my treasure chest. Waves of love }}}}}}}}}}}} Barbara|
|Reviewed by Southern Comfort
|OOOOO DJ! You make me want to PURRRRRR like a contented cat! I simply adore you, Beautiful Man! LOVE! SC|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|You know, I totally am this woman...I was her for these moments as I read this story...I did not want this to end, nor my orgasm in my mind. Don Juan, you made me a very satisfied reader today.. I thank you, and I have a request, Can you come tend my garden?
Peace, Love, and Light,