An erotic tale by Logunede Jones
Don’t you think you could procure a blanket, and loosen my hands? No? Then it shall be as you wish, lieutenant. I will speak as to why you have encountered me here in these conditions. As you recall, you sent me on a reconnaissance mission to follow the rebel Captain Lewis with the purpose of determining where the Continental Army stores its ammunition. Captain Lewis’s imposing musculature and blond locks made him easy to spot from the grove of trees where I hid to spy on their regimental training technique. He led his men in jumping and running and wrestling on the field, before he called off their exercising for the day. Then I followed him down a wooded path to a remote clearing, to this very barn where we now sit, thinking this place to be, perhaps, a seeming storage for ammunition. The captain entered through the main door behind you, so I slipped around the side of the building to the back wall, behind where I am now, where there is only a thin strip of land, separated from a steep riverbank by a row of thorny hedge. Along the back wall I found a rotted-out opening between the planks where I could just manage to see that Captain Lewis was expected. I peeked through the boards to see him embracing a young Indian woman whom I had never seen before, her shiny black hair trailing down her back to her waist. I did not learn her name, but we can call her Necklace of Pearl, a name that will be most appropriate, as you shall hear. They kissed passionately while she began to undress him. It turns out that she had drawn a bath for him here in the barn, so he could refresh himself of his perspirations from the field maneuvers. She unbuttoned his jacket and tunic as he rolled her ample posterior between his knuckles. When she had his shirt off, the differences in his skin tone wrought by the sun’s angry rays were certainly evident, leaving him two-toned red and white, both colors contrasting markedly with the dark chestnut color of her skin. He almost tripped getting out of his breeches, which made his noble parts, already aroused, flop around in the open air beneath their crown of curly gold. His penis struck me as rather wide, and it was even…
My purpose, Sir, is to show you that I do indeed have a keen eye for detail, and that your trust in me for this mission was not misplaced. With your permission, I shall continue. Captain Lewis lowered himself into the bathing basin, over there to your right, which as you can see is a rather large, oblong one made of wood. Necklace of Pearl made as if to pour some of the warmed water onto his chest, but smiled piquishly as she let it run down her own, making transparent the thin cotton of her embroidered blouse and awakening her nipples. Then she did pour the bathwater on the captain, proceeding straightaway to lather his chest and what I could see of his legs sticking up over the rim of the basin. As she bent over him, he pulled her blouse down over her bosom, exposing her quite large and wet breasts to his ardent gaze. He did not know, yet, that he had exposed them to mine own eyes as well. He made to lick and suck them, cradling one at a time of her bounteous bosoms in both hands as to fondle them and knead them like dough.
At this moment there came a knock at the door, a rap that seemed to be a coded rhythm. Necklace of Pearl smiled. “’Tis the sergeant,” she said, “the man I’ve chosen for us this afternoon. Let him think he is alone, at first.”
Such was the captain’s haste that he did not bother to dry off his body, but only leapt from the basin in like manner as he came into the world, and crouched behind a hay bale not two feet in front of me, obstructing my vision of anything other than his glistening buttocks. I held my breath. I heard the sergeant enter and greet the girl. It seemed that the captain, at least, could see what was happening. Then there was only silence for some time, during which the captain, I could not help but observe, tugged repeatedly on his penis as it dangled between his legs, and pulled gently on his own sac. I was of a mind to follow his example, as I sat observing the pink pucker of the cleft between his buttocks perched just in front of my eyes, but I could risk no such movement to the possibility of discovery. I heard the splash of feet entering water, and began to assume that the sergeant was commencing where the captain had left off. ‘Twas a most confusing but intriguing state of affairs, as I’m sure you can imagine, Sir.