The lonely mistress of the watermill

I was a mercenary, separated far away from my team during our last battle and surrounded by the enemy. I didn’t want to run away like a coward, but I didn’t want to die either. I tried to cross the bridge with my wounds bleeding and wanted to then cut off the rope to get away from my pursuers. Unfortunately, my opponents foresaw my actions and destroyed the bridge just when I was on the middle of it. I fell into the fast-flowing river along with the bits and pieces of the destroyed bridge. I still remembered a rushing waterfall at the end of the river, and then everything went black.

I woke up to a warm fire crackling nearby and someone wiping my forehead with a cloth. When I opened my eyes, a young lady looked at me, diligently changing my blood-soaked bandages. She said she found me on the river bank and then rolled my unconscious body onto the back of her donkey and somehow propped me into her house, which was a watermill. I was grateful to the lady for not leaving me to my fate and taking care of my wounds. She said I should rest a lot and I can stay as long as I want because the next town from here is at least three days by foot. She didn’t have to tell me twice, I lost a lot of blood, so I lay on some hide on the floor for a few days and rested. Then when I got bored and walked out of the mill, I looked across the plains. The river crossed a long, deserted plain, on its bank this mill was built. I also saw the girl driving geese which were grazing on the shore. I saw her whole body for the first time, because while she was taking care of me, pretty much only her face was visible in my periphery. She was a young girl, but the strong, cold winds had already affected her face, above her nose as if it were freckles, reddish spots stood out, likely from windburn. The wind not only affected her face, it completely tangled up her wavy, dark-colored hair and sometimes raised the lower hem of her dress so high that I could see her long, shapely legs, her large calves under her knees.

If I saw her in the city, I wouldn’t have considered her a beautiful girl, but with the great plain serving as a background for her, she fit into the scenery perfectly. She must be terribly lonely here, I thought to myself, because when I was in a little better condition and offered my help around the mill, I saw a few tombstones nearby. She could have been living here alone for a long time. I wanted to thank her for her help and offer my company. I didn’t even think there would be an opportunity soon to repay my debt. I got up early one day, it didn’t even dawn yet. I wanted to kill the weeds around the mill before the girl woke up to surprise her. By then, my ear was accustomed to the constant movement of the mill wheel, the rhythmic, watery splashes and clicks, so I soon discovered another repetitive sound which was independent of this machine. I listened and then quietly sneaked to the source of the sound, which turned out to have been the girl’s room because I had never been in there before. I noticed that there was a gap between the door and the door frame, just the size I could look through and roughly survey the cramped little room.

I didn’t want to peek in on her, but I just happened to see that she was undeniably pleasuring herself. With one hand she was stroking around under the duvet, massaging her breasts with the other, while her hair was spread out on the pillow like weed on the ground. Needless to say, seeing this unfold in front of me, I had an erection right away, but I still couldn’t attack the girl who saved my life, so I got out and started working outside faithful to my initial plan. And yet I would have gladly overlooked and listened to her activities a little longer. Even while tearing the chunky weeds out of the ground, my mind was only focused on what I had seen at dawn. Her flushed face glistening with warm sweat, her chin trembling with lust, I heard her soft, muffled sighs and moans and the pleasant rustle of the quilt as she played with herself underneath. I was thinking about this when I heard the door squeak and the girl came out to me to bring breakfast. I was slightly uncomfortable upon her arrival. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t abstract my thoughts from what I saw earlier. So when I drank the milk and ate the bread and the girl was already reaching for the plate, I also raised my hand. I stroked her tousled, branching bushy hair, my fingers wandered down her rounded cheek and then on the firm chin. She rolled her eyes shyly to the side and took a step back.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“No,” she said so softly that she could barely be heard, her voice got swept away by the relentless wind.

“I’m grateful for everything you did for me,” I said. “Therefore, whatever you need, you can count on my help.”

She looked at me confused at first. Her strange, widened eyes made her expression look girly and young, so that I would have loved to kiss her on her lips right away. At first she obviously did not understand what I was aiming at, then after realizing, that I had caressed her face in the same way she did during her masturbation, she rushed into the mill with a red head and slammed the door behind her.

She may be mad at me now, I thought to myself and went back to my manual labour again. I worked outside until the evening, I even made my own lunch by frying a few goose eggs outside. In the evening, I was completely covered in dust and dirt, so I stepped into the shallower corner of the river and washed myself. I took my pants back on but left my upper body free, I didn’t want to get the shirt wet the girl had recently washed for me. So I went back to the mill, the sun outside was already in decline, its orange glow almost completely blinded my eyes. By the time I entered the mill, the fire was already crackling, producing similarly intense colors as the setting sun. Still, due to the changing light conditions, black spots flew in front my eyes for a while. I only noticed after a long time that the girl was standing right in front of me and staring at me. When my vision cleared, I noticed that her hair had changed; it looked more tidy as if it had been washed.

“Did you also bath in the river while I was busy with the weeds? Great minds think alike! ” I spoke jokingly and smiled to see if I could change her frightened face.

However, she didn’t speak, and suddenly took her eyes off me and stared at the wooden wall of the room. She blushed, she couldn’t deny it. She stared at me just now. I knew this look, I had already seen the desire flicker in the eyes of women. I tossed the shirt clutched in my hand at a chair and walked over to the girl. The girl’s legs were seemingly rooted to the ground, she was so immersed in her thoughts, and by the time she came to, I had already stood in her way. She was forced between me and the wall.

I slowly raised my hand to smooth out the strands of hair hanging from her face. When I put the strands of hair behind her ears, she finally looked me straight in the eye. I found her extremely beautiful in this moment, the red spots on her nose, which can be called her features, merged with the blush running through her face. She was very cute. I leaned my head closer to her for a kiss. To my surprise, she didn’t object, but she didn’t let me linger with my lips for long. She tried to break free, but she couldn’t back off, she threw herself against the wall and I snuggled closer and closer to her. I could feel the silky touch of her dress on my naked torso and the protruding breasts through the fabric of the dress. She was tense, but she could not deny that she also wanted physical contact, that she wanted someone to dispel her long-lasting loneliness.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered in her ear. She breathed deeply and more and more, her breath ruffled the hair at the base of my ear. “You want me too, don’t you?”

She did not answer but did not deny the suggestion either. So I stepped closer and hugged her waist with both hands. First I squeezed her to my body, then after she started squirming, I grabbed her and carried her to my own bed, the corner where the hide had been. While laying her down I kissed her passionately on her mouth, this time I also extended my my tongue. In response, she bit my tongue a little, but it was clear that she didn’t want to hurt me, which only made it even more obvious that I was doing what she wanted, and simply kept up her act of being embarrassed. While I intertwined my tongue with hers, I grabbed her hands with one hand and slid the other down on the bulges of her body. First I let my hand run over the dress and then reached through the slit in the dress to caress and press her bare breasts as well. As I grabbed her pointed and hard nipples between my fingers, I withdrew my mouth to allow her to speak.

Don’t do it,” she said. “It’s not allowed”

“Why not? You live alone, you are your own master, maybe you don’t want to? ”

She didn’t answer clearly even now, didn’t even dare look into my eyes. She closed her eyes and shook her head. Her hair was almost intertwined with the strands of fur she was lying on.

“Yet your body is telling me otherwise,” I said, and in order to prove my truth, my hand wandered all the way between her legs. I could already feel the moisture coming from there as I approached, which had spread to her inner thighs in the last few minutes. She shuddered shyly as my fingers reached the wet skin where her curly pubic hair began. “You see?”

She didn’t react to this either, just whimpered. She obviously felt uncomfortable, but I did everything I could to relax her. I felt like I was already swelling thoroughly behind my pants, but I hadn’t revealed my pubic area yet. I showered soft, small kisses on every corner of her face, through the red blush that ran through her face, its shade was similar to her blood-red lips. Her lashes trembled even as she stubbornly closed her eyes.

As I kissed her lower and lower, the girl began to tremble more and more. And when I pulled down her dress by the cleavage and her shapely breasts popped out, she screamed a little.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n9z0ab/the_lonely_mistress_of_the_watermill