A Prince's Duty: Part 7

You slip from your chair to come to kneel on floor like Dahlia was. Facing her directly, your knees touching hers, you whisper. “May I…touch you Dahlia?”

She smiles a beautiful smile. “I would very much enjoy that, Sir.”

Her words hit deep. Ever since the early days of puberty you had been watched for any hint of ‘deviant’ behavior and denied all but the most functional of human contact with women outside of your family, and your family wasn’t exactly what you would define as ‘expressive’ when it came to physical affection. For your whole life you’d been living off of an accidental brush of a maid’s arm here and there and the cold contact of your bony old hag of a dance teacher.

Taking a deep breath you extend your hand, pause, then lay it gently over her forearm. Her skin is warm and supple. Slowly you slide your palm up the length of her arm, skin making way for the smooth cotton of the dress you’d acquired for her. You pause to feel the fabric just as you’d done with her flesh. It wasn’t the fancy silks or velvets you were accustomed to seeing on the noble women of your upbringing which made the common textile seem almost exotic to your touch.

Perhaps mistaking your lingering for nervousness, and perhaps being correct in that assessment, Dahlia carefully lays her hand over your wrist…then moves your hand to lay it against the tender flesh of her neck. Releasing your wrist she takes your other hand in hers and rests them on her thigh. You look into her eyes and see the fire crackling beside you reflected within them. You look back down and stare at your hand pressed to her tan skin. It took an conscious act of will to move, just a slow swipe of your thumb, but once in motion your hand never stopped. Thumb and fingers lightly rub and grip against your maid’s flesh.

As your thumb traces up the side of her neck then along the edge of her jaw to the tip of her chin you let out a long breath that you’d been holding for gods know how long. She felt so…so…nice. She felt exactly like how you imagined a woman would feel, only better.

“Does this feel good?” You whisper.

“Yes, Prince.” She lowers her head so that she could kiss the end of your thumb, pinching it briefly between her plump lips. “Your touch is gentle and pleasing.”

“Women like gentle?”

She smiles. “Women like all sorts of things. Just like men. We are not so different, my Prince.”

Your hand glides from her neck down to the exposed skin at the top of her chest. A slight shudder runs up her body as my fingers follow the arc of her cleavage. The physical agony from before had evened out to a manageable level as your body adapted to the magic of the ring but now it was your libidinous spirit that made your hand tremble. Primal instincts were urging you to lay with this woman right here and right now, though you knew that was impossible.

Looking to her face you slip you fingers beneath the gown and slowly slide them over her large breast. Her eyes flutter closed a moment and she lets out a quiet gasp as you take a gentle grip around the softest flesh you had ever touched in your life.

She unties the lace that held the gown snug around her torso then loosens it to reveal a column of fine, flawless flesh down her center from chest to belly button. With a bashful bat of her eyes she then pulls the top half of her dress down to gather around her wide hips.

“Ohhh.” You sigh as her nubile body is revealed. Everything was soft and round and wonderful. Her bare breasts hung heavy, your hand over one of them, in the center of each a plump tawny nipple at least twice the width and height of your own. You’d not seen a real naked teat since you were fed on them as a babe, and those memories lost to time. Since then you’d only seen them in books and art, but the artists brush did no justice to the real thing! “You’re beautiful!”

She smiles, blushes and lowers he head. “Thank you, my Prince.”

Dahlia rises to stand on her knees so that she could wriggle her dress over the smooth curve of her hips then down her thighss. You sit looking up at her in awe of her natural womanly beauty. From her breast your hand slides down her soft tummy, your eyes moving with it to drink in every subtle contour, until your thumb brushes against the thick dark hair that crowned her womanhood. Using your shoulder for support she leans one way and then the other as she pulls the gown from her legs leaving her as naked as the day she was born. Your gaze pans up and down and over every luscious inch of her buxom body. She might have been a commoner by birth but for your right now she was more majestic than any blue-blooded lady, save one.

As she goes to sit again you whisper. “No.”

“No?” She cocks her head.

“Stay tall, please?” You say. “I…like it. I like looking up at you.”

She smiles down on you and runs a finger across your bangs. “Of course, Sir. Whatever you like.”

Staying low, your butt between your feet as you kneel in front of her, you at last bring your other hand up to grip her hip. As Dahlia watches, little mewls and smiles punctuating the moment she particularly enjoyed, you begin to explore. You touch her arms, her hands and over and through her fingers. You feel her legs, her calves, then grow so bold as to take a grasp of her full buttocks. Holding her in a sort of ass-grabbing hug your body is close to hers, so close you could feel her heat and smell her aroma.

Softly petting your hair she says warmly. “You may touch me with more than just your hands, Sir.”

“More?”

Very gently she takes you by the back of your head and pulls you into her until your nose, lips and chin press into her silk soft stomach. “A woman likes to be kissed.” You kiss the supple flesh then kiss it again, your hands gripping into the cheeks of her bottom as the fires of desire rage within you. “Ohhhh, my prince!” Her lusty sigh is sweeter than honey.

You kiss higher, burying your face between her big tits, while your hands continue to discover the joys of her back and smooth shoulders. When you try to pull away Dahlia surprises you by turning her body and pressing her breast straight against your face. The light of the fire is blotted as soft flesh envelops your senses. You kiss and nuzzle and oh so lightly nibble at the supple skin.

“Ohhhhh!” Her hand tightens against your scalp as her other grips your shoulder the moment your lips find her nipple.

You had expected a more verbal lesson on female arousal but Dahlia was instead giving you a hands-on education, perhaps because of her own inexperience or perhaps simply because she liked it. Either way it was instruction you would not soon forget. Dahlia allows you touch her EVERYWHERE. You run your fingers down her spine, you caress her cheeks and tracer her lips, you pet her long silky hair, and you even crawl around behind her to feel her feet and calves and the back of her legs before nuzzling into the nape of her neck. Along the way you discover how certain parts were most sensitive than others and how some produced the most wonderful responses. Though she seemed to enjoy your touch where it went her neck, breasts, inner thighs and the soles of her feet you discover to be the most responsive, and the more you handled her the more those responses grew.

“Ohhhh, Prince!” She writhes as you grab both her tits at once. “You’ve made me so…wet.”

“Wet?” You run a hand down her down the swoop of her flank. “You’ve barely broken a sweat.”

She looks at you a moment, a conflicted look in her eyes, until at last she grabs your wrist again and yanks your hand to the one and only place you had not yet explored. As your fingers make contact with her sex you find it to be hot, squishy, and just as she’d said…wet!

“Oh!”

“You wish to know what a woman likes?” She grabs your shoulders as she begins rock her hips to rub herself against your hand. “When a woman is feeling good, really good, she likes to be touched here.”

Sliding your fingers forward and back you feel fleshy petals buried among her pubes and between them a hot, wet slit.

“Mmmm!” She moans as you slide your middle finger between her lips. “Keep doing that, my Prince. And I will be feeling very good indeed.”

“I want to make you feel good, Dahlia.” You look up into her rich brown eyes. “I will make you feel good!”