...A cool mist driftes into the garden of the old country house. It gives one the feeling of floating above the world amoung the clouds. It is quite magical. A place where angels would walk amoung the living, and miracles were common place happenings. If you close your eyes, you can almost see the golden haired heavenly angels completely uninhibited by any earthly bounds basking in the radiant light of a heavenly world. As I wander about the grounds, I find a beautiful, seculded place around the back of the seemingly unending 18th century estate. Vines sprawl over the old walls, softening their formal look with their greenery. In the center of this almost hidden garden is a small fountain. At it's center a rather simple, but beautiful female figure stands naked in its calm waters. This woman of stone is beautiful. She had to have been a woman of some notability. Her hair is very long, falling in soft curls to below her full, rounded bottom. Trees circle the small garden, and the light from above filteres through them adding to the mystical feel. Surrounded by such beauty, and rather tired from the days activities, I decide to lay down below one of the old oaks. Looking up at it from below, I think to myself that it must have been nothing but a seedling when planted almost three-hundered years ago. Leaning against the grand old tree, I close my eyes and begin to relax a bit. The cool moistness of the encraoching mist gives my skin a heightened sensitivity it hasn't felt in a very long time. My mind is lingering on that beautiful woman to whom the statue must have been rendered from. Her uncommon beauty surly made others of her time envious. At this moment, my soul is calm, and at peace, for the first time in a very long time. The world could fall down around me, and I wouldn't care one bit. I'm lost in a world of utter beauty and simplicity. The modern world seems to fade from my memory as I drift like the mist to a place long ago, and far from this reality. Suddenly a rustling from just beyond the trees awkaens my senses. I open my eyes to find the cool mist completely enveloping me. Again, I hear a gentle rustling just out of my sight. Then she appears like a heavenly angel. She is wearing a simple gown in the high waisted Empire style. Ribbons of yellowish gold hang from the delicate gown of off white linen. Her hair is pilled up high on the top of her head in a Greek revial style. It is kept in place with matching gold satin ribbons. The colour of her hair is that of spun gold mixed with flaxen silk. As I look closer at her, I see that it is the woman from the statue. She is amazing. Her eyes have not yet fallen upon me, so I sit motionless secretly taking in her stunning beauty. As she moves more into view she stretches, and quite impulsively begins untying her golden fleece letting it fall around her shoulders just as on the fountain statue. It really was her! Casually dropping the ribbons to the ground she provocitivly begins untying the gold satin ribbon that encirles her just below her petite busom. She alows it to join the hair ribbons on the mist-covered grass below her feet. Still remaining unseen by this woman, I sit silently beneath the old oak. She tugs behind her back, pulling on the laces that bind her into her clothes, loosening them until her dress lays limp on her shoulders. Within seconds, the linen dress is sliding down her body, joining the golden piles at her feet. Now she stands before me in nothing but her close-fitting, nearly sheer chamese. The full glory of her shaply body is visible to me. She dose not have on a corset, as I would have though. Quite uncommon for a woman of her time. As my eyes follow her curves, I involuntarily release a low sigh. Her eyes flinch for a moment. Without speaking a word, a tiny smile crosses her lips, and without hesitation she alows the chamese to effortlessly glide from her body to the ground. I am in awe of the perfection before me. Stepping out of the clothes at her feel, she begins walking right towards me. I've been busted, she has seen me. I am unable to look away, get up, or move at all for that matter, I sit here awaiting my punishment. As she gets closer my heart races with an sickly anticipation, what is she going to do to me? Stopping only a few feet from me she finally speaks, "hello there. Lovely evening isn't it?" Her voice soft, and remarkably loving, not at all what I expected. A heavy British accent colours her speach. She continues, "I see you have come here to relax also, it is a fine place for such things. I have not seen you here before, but you are quite welcome to join me, if you wish." Her smiles widens, and I am caught quite dumbfounded, and at a complete loss for words. "Do you like what you see?" she asks calmly. All I can do is smile rather sheepishly at her, as I am trying to contain my real desires from this woman. "Oh, I see, a shy one. That's okay, I will cure you of that. She continues, "If you want me, then come and get me, I'm ready for you..."
...she reaches out with her slender arm ,oftering me her hand. Without a word, I reach up towards her. She gently takes hold of my trenbling hand. As she helps me from the ground, I am lost in her gaze. We stand looking at each other for an endless moment. She releases my hands from hers, I look down at myself. To my astonishment, I am dressed in a pale green, high waited gown of the same fine linen as hers. Then the woman reaches around the back of my head. Following her hands with my eyes I notice that my dark brown hair is up as hers was. Pilled high on top of my head, tied with black ribbons in a simular Greek style. As she begins removing the ribbons from my hair, I feel erotic sensations of lust as her hands brush my face and my neck. Taking my hair in her fingers, she drapes it around my face and shoulders, playing with it for a minute before moving on. I begin to speak when her hand finds its place over my mouth, "don't say a word, I know my dear...let me do this for you." She moves behind me, her body brushing against me as she passes. My body tingles slightly, and I flinch in delight. She takes my hair and places it on my shoulder and starts unlacing me. I feel my bosy reacting to her, preparing itself for what lies ahead, whatever that may be. Taking hold of the neckline of my dress, she slides it easily over my shoulders, helping it down past my hips, and on to the manicured lawn. Her hands stroke my body on their way back. "Isn't that better?" she asks as she again steps infront of me. Before I can answer, that hand is back over my mouth. This time she leans into me, and kisses me gently. With my eyes still closed she takes hold of the light chamese that covers me and tugs at it pulling it off me with the same ease as the pale green dress. Opening my eyes, she is inches from me. My eyes become heavy with lust. Her pale blue pools speaking things that I can not deny any more. I want her so badly I could explode. "Good, I knew you felt the same…" she reaches around me, and pulls me to her. Our naked bodies coming together as we slowly decend to the ground emgaged in a passionate kiss…
"You want me...then come & get me..."
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