0 comments/ 16636 views/ 3 favorites Sexual Renaissance By: Sexual Renaissance “Oh, thank you,” Dierdre grinned to Ciara as she pretended to cower behind Philippe. “Who is this man that we need such protection?” “Dat ist de Spanish captain Armada,” Dieter answered. “He ist very bad.” “Oh,” Ciara nodded seriously. “So are you my guard, then? And he is hers?” “If you like,” Dieter smiled as Armada passed and the foursome began to move. “Dat vill vork out nicely.” Dierdre mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to Ciara as the men made a path for them through the crowds. Ciara shrugged, then mouthed ‘William McLeod’ back. Dierdre understood. “So, vat are your names?” Dieter asked. The girls introduced themselves. “Dierdre and Ciara,” Philippe rolled the words off his tongue like a piece of chocolate. “Beautiful names for ze beautiful ladies.” “Who said we’re ladies?” Dierdre shot back, and Philippe grinned. “Perhaps not, but you are very brave traveling today wisout escorts. Zere are many bad men abroad. Where are your boyfriends?” “Don’t have any,” Dierdre answered as they approached a wooden bridge. “Such beautiful women wisout boyfriends? Have you ever heard ze like, Dieter?” “Nein,” Dieter replied. “Et ist very odd. Be careful on dis bridge. Vee vould not vant you to go kerputz.” “Oui,” Philippe offered Dierdre his arm. “Hold on to me so you do not fall.” Dierdre took the proffered arm gladly, wrapping her hand around his sizeable forearm and enjoying the strength she could sense within the cloth. Philippe glanced down at her and smiled, then reached over and patted her with his free hand. “Zat ees right. Hang on to me.” Ciara had taken Dieter’s arm, and the four crossed the bridge in perfect safety. When they reached the other side, Ciara immediately released Dieter’s arm, and Dierdre did the same; however, before she did so, she gave his arm a firm squeeze to let him know she enjoyed the physical contact. “So vat do you vant to do now?” Dieter inquired. “Ve go verefer you go.” “Well, we haven’t been in the castle yet,” Dierdre mentioned. “Why don’t we go in there and cool off a bit? I hear they have a pub this year.” “Oui, bon,” Philippe replied. “Zat sounds an excellent idea. You are buying the ales, no?” “Sure, why not,” Dierdre shrugged. “Depending on how expensive they are.” “I do not believe zey are too much… zey are about ze same price as everything else. But since we are on King’s business, we unfortunately cannot drink like we would wish.” “Oh,” Dierdre replied, disappointed. “Well, did you really want a drink anyway, Ciara?” “Not really,” she answered. “But I would like to go in and cool off a bit.” “Sure,” said Dierdre. “I totally agree to that. Let’s go.” The men spent the majority of the trip amusing the girls by pretending to be protecting them from everyone that passed, including children with wooden swords and older couples walking hand in hand. Everyone was kept at bay and encouraged to pass at a safe distance from the girls. Near the castle, a sprightly sight met their eyes. Dieter and Philippe immediately placed themselves together in front of the girls while young William McLeod raced toward Ciara and Dierdre. “M’ladies!” he shouted, his sandy hair waving as he ran. He stopped short as he saw the wall of manpower in front of his targets. “We shall keep you from zis ruffian,” Philippe growled, taking a protective stance. “Oh, let him through!” Ciara pleaded, grasping the mens’ arms and tugging them apart. “He means no harm, really!” Philippe looked at Dierdre for approval. She nodded, and they parted for William to pass. William approached the girls reverently before kneeling on the ground before them. “I dinnae realize ye had such protection. I shan’t stay fer much then, but to say that I hope I sha’ see ye at the King’s Feast this nacht, for I shall be providin’ the entertainment.” “Thank you,” Ciara answered for them. “I’m sure we can at least make an appearance, right, Dierdre?” “Sure,” Dierdre conceded for her friend. “I think we can spare the time.” “I weel be zere as well,” Philippe interjected. “Excellent,” Dierdre gushed. She knew she was laying it on a little thick, but if she wanted to get anywhere with this guy before the end of the day, she was going to have to be a little drastic. “I’d rather see you,” Ciara smiled to William as he rose from the ground. The Scotsman smiled. “And I ye, m’lady,” he said quietly before taking his leave. Ciara watched him go. “All right,” she sighed. “Into the castle, then?” “You lead us,” Philippe motioned. Dierdre took the lead with Dieter at her side and Ciara slightly behind. She turned to make sure Philippe was following. “I sall guard ze rear,” he explained. “We would not want anyone to get too good of a look at eet.” Dierdre grinned and shook her behind and received a soft wolf whistle for her pains. She knew Philippe was attracted to her; she just hoped it was enough for him to want to see her again after the fair. The castle was a breath of cold, fresh air after the heat and humidity of the rest of the outdoor fair. The men immediately breathed sighs of relief and removed their hats to wipe the sweat from the brims. The pub was in one corner of the castle, and Dierdre steered the group toward it, only to discover a show was in progress and it seemed to be standing room only. “I think it’s full,” Dierdre commented sadly. “I shall see eef zere are seats for you,” Philippe stated, stepping into the room and gazing around. He returned with an answer in the negative. “Vell, shall ve sit over here?” Dieter motioned toward an empty section in the back of the throne room. He and Philippe began moving immediately, as they were obviously tired. Something bumped into Dierdre’s back and she turned to discover Philippe’s pistol poking her in the rear. She grabbed it and shook it gently. “Oui, eez zat a promise?” “Yes,” Dierdre deadpanned, smiling and meeting Philippe’s eyes. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lips suggestively. Dierdre clicked her teeth together in a biting motion and growled softly as a response. The men then pretended to scout the area for danger as the girls sat down and began to whisper to each other. “Do you want me to bug off?” Ciara asked. “I wouldn’t mind doing a bit of shopping for my mom’s birthday in two weeks, and I’d like to look for William again.” “Whatever,” Dierdre pretended to be calm and carefree, while inside she was shouting to her friend to vacate the premises. “S’up to you.” “I’ll go, then. I’ll meet you at the chess match at four. That’ll give us a couple of hours, and if we’re making progress, we’ll know by then.” “Fair enough,” Dierdre nodded as the guys returned, flanking them. “But don’t run off right away or it’ll be obvious.” “Ok.” “Vat ver you tvo ladies talking about?” Dieter asked. “Probably about how many times we have saved zeir lives,” Philippe announced. “We have saved your lives sirty-two times already.” “You guys are great,” Dierdre agreed. “We’re probably would be dead by now if it weren’t for you.” “Probably true,” Dieter said in all seriousness. “Vee are gut guards.” “Yes, you are,” Dierdre answered. “But we’re safe now, I think.” “I am not so sure,” Philippe answered. “Zere are many weapons over zere zat could hurt you.” “Weapons…? Ciara began as she realized they were facing the mock medieval torture chamber. “Oh, those weapons. Yes, well, I don’t think they’ll hurt us. In fact, I think we could even stand at that railing and we would be safe.” “Let’s check it out!” Dierdre agreed, rising and walking over to the guardrail in front of the room and leaning on it. Philippe immediately joined her, crossing his arms over the iron as well. Dierdre wanted to begin a private conversation, hoping Ciara would catch the cue and disappear. “So what brings you here to England today?” “I am a guard at ze King’s Feast,” he answered. “Would you come and see me?” “Of course,” Dierdre gallantly replied. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, now that I’ve met you. Will I be safe while you’re away guarding the King?” “Eef anyone comes near you, I’ll poke zem wis my sword,” he said, pretending to thrust with his right hand. “What if they like to be poked with a sword?” she asked innocently as he took a drink of water out of his flagon. He paused. “Be careful, or I will poke you.” “I like being poked.” With that, Philippe reached over and gently poked Dierdre in the arm with the point of his fleur-de-lis stopper. “Ow!” Dierdre pretended to be in great pain. “I thought you were here to protect me, not injure me!” “Are you all right?” Philippe asked, genuinely concerned. His blue eyes softened as he reached for her arm. Dierdre held his gaze for as long as she could before she felt her insides melting. “I don’t know,” she bantered with him. “I might need to lie down for a while and be tended to.” His eyes twinkled as he realized she was playing with him. “Zere ees only one place I know of zat we could do zat, and zat ees in my tent.” “Where’s that?” Philippe grew slightly more serious as he motioned with his hand. It was obvious that what he was considering was more than a little against park regulation, and his character was fighting with his real conscience. “Eet ees over zere, but eet ees hard to get to. Zere are many guards who do not like me zere.” “Oh,” Dierdre tried her hardest to sound disappointed as she realized that Ciara and Dieter had indeed vanished. “Oh, hey, where did Ciara go?” Philippe looked around, rather astonished. “I do not know,” he said. “But she will be safe, if she is with Dieter.” “And I’ll be safe while I’m with you, right?” “Oui,” he said, gazing at her chest. “All of you ees safe.” “That reminds me,” Dierdre said. “I need to put on another coat of sunscreen.” “I weel put eet on you,” Philippe said, his gaze not moving. “Especially your front.” Dierdre giggled. “You may do my arms if you like, but I’ll take care of the front.” That was agreeable, so Dierdre handed Philippe the bottle and watched carefully as he poured some onto his hands. When he touched her arm to smooth on the cream, Dierdre closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his hands. They were soft, softer than any man’s she had ever felt, but oh, so strong. His caress brought goosebumps out on her body. “Are you cold?” Philippe asked, amazed. The castle was cool, but certainly not chilly. Dierdre opened her eyes. “Not at all… in fact, I think I’m burning up.” Philippe smiled softly. “Your clothes do look tight.” “They are,” Dierdre acknowledged. “I’d love to take them off, but I don’t think anyone here wants to see me naked.” “Some of us might,” Philippe answered as he finished massaging her other arm and handed her back the bottle of sunblock. “Well, if those people find a nice secret place, then they might get to see me naked,” she said, smearing the sunscreen over her breasts as slowly and sensually as possible, making sure he was watching as her fingers disappeared into her cleavage. Philippe swallowed a lump in his throat and straightened his vest, tugging it down over an obviously-growing bulge in his leggings. “I’m sure your clothing is hot, too.” “Yes, that it is,” Philippe answered, forgetting to use his accent or the word ‘oui’ in his apparent state of pain. “Well, is there a way to get to your tent without those silly guards knowing?” Philippe stood quietly for a minute, thinking. Dierdre turned back to the torture chamber, allowing her arm to rub against his while he thought. “I have eet,” Philippe said softly, not wanting any other actors to overhear. They were in a secluded area, but Dierdre understood his caution. “I can say zat I am sick from ze heat and need to go lie down for a while before ze feast. Zey weel let me. You can leave ze castle grounds – get your hand stamped and you weel be able to get back in – and pretend to go to ze carriage lot. Eef you walk to ze back of ze carriage lot and turn right, you weel be able to see ze tents from zere. You must be careful zat no one sees you. Give me five minutes.” Dierdre nodded, her heart pounding so hard she was sure it was visible through her corset. Philippe turned and disappeared, and Dierdre waited for what seemed like an eternity before deciding it had to have been five minutes and heading toward the exit. She walked like one in a dream, smiling, nodding, curtseying and getting her hand stamped as automatically as a robot. Once out in the parking lot, however, her eyes snapped back into her head and she began surveying the grounds for security guards or actors. She caught sight of a cop car sitting in the woods near her destination, but upon further inspection, Dierdre found it was empty and breathed a sigh of relief. Using the police car as cover, she found the tents and raced across the open fields toward them before she realized she didn’t know which tent was Philippe’s. “Philippe!” she shouted in nothing more than a loud whisper. “Where are you?” A hand fell on Dierdre’s shoulder and she jumped a mile. Turning, she found Philippe standing behind her, a finger on his lips. “Shhh,” he said. “Come wis me.” He quickly led her by the arm into a small tan pup tent in the middle of the field. It was obviously Philippe’s home for the fair, as it was crammed with clothes and toiletries. There was just enough room on the air mattress in the middle for one person to lie down. The feel of Philippe’s hand on her arm was enough to send Dierdre into a feverish state. As gentle as his touch had been when he was applying the sunscreen, he had a grip that was equally as firm. Philippe tossed aside his hat and began removing his vest. “I have never done zis before,” he whispered. “Ze king could behead me for zis, you know.” Dierdre smiled to realize that he wasn’t planning on breaking character, even for this, and began to wriggle with her corset, kneeling on one half of the small floor space. “Are you going to be able to get back eento zat?” Philippe asked. “Probably,” Dierdre replied. “I got it on myself this morning, although I did have a bit more space then.” “All right,” came Philippe’s dubious rejoinder. He was removing his shirt, and Dierdre had to pause to watch with her corset half undone. The black fabric fell off his glistening body like it didn’t belong there at all, and the tanned, muscular frame that was revealed was every bit as delicious as the rest of him. Dierdre couldn’t wait to get her hands on his skin and rake her fingers down his back. He didn’t have a speck of hair on him, and his abs were apparent, but not prominent. His arms were well-muscled, belying the gentle hands that ended them, and his hair was a soft brown, tousled from being kept under a hat all day. He ran a hand through it, trying to make it lay down, and Dierdre reached over and stopped him. “I like it like it was,” she whispered, reaching over and running her own fingers through it and down his back. The hair on his neck stood on end at her touch, and it was clear that the bulge in his leggings was getting painful. Dierdre ran her hand down his back and pushed one finger into his leggings, running it around the waistband to the front with agonizing slowness. This movement seemed to be more than Philippe could stand, because he reached down and tugged off the leggings, rolling them halfway down his legs before he was able to lean back and tug them off. As he freed his beast of a penis – Dierdre swore it was 8 inches long – it was all she could do not to bend over and gobble it up, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to breathe easily enough with her corset still in place. Philippe hobbled over on his knees and began helping Dierdre unlace the rest of her corset. After the last lace was undone and Philippe lifted the hideous garment over her head, Dierdre’s breasts bounded out and introduced themselves. Her nipples were already erect from excitement, and a small red line showed where the corset had corralled them into submission. Philippe ran a finger along this line, causing more goosebumps to lift off of Dierdre’s body. “Looks like you sould have put on more sunscreen,” he commented dryly. “Maybe you can do it now,” Dierdre smiled, leaning past him, her breasts swinging in the air, and grabbing the sunblock out of her purse. “My entire body might need a coat.” Philippe took the sunblock and opened the lid with a snap. He poured a generous amount into his shaking hands and laid the bottle nearby. Dierdre leaned back, removed her skirt and panties, and sat silently, waiting for him to smother her with the lotion. “Lean forward,” he said. “On your knees.” Dierdre did as commanded, spreading her legs wide so he could fit between them. Philippe reached up and began to apply the sunscreen to her back, beginning up near her neck. He worked his way, slowly, to the middle of her back, then began to push his hands towards her ribs. His hands slid over her skin with ease, thanks to the lotion, and the tips of his middle fingers pushed tenderly into the outsides of Dierdre’s breasts, making them swing gently. His hands continued to work their way toward the front, and Philippe began to lean over Dierdre’s body, his lower abdomen pressing into her butt and the tip of his penis gently resting on her pubic hair. At last, with one smooth motion, Philippe ran his hands all the way over Dierdre’s breasts and gently pinched her nipples, the creamy lotion leaving a trail where his hands had been. Dierdre felt the pressure in her vagina begin to intensify and knew that his sensitive penis would be able to discern this new heat. She moaned softly. Philippe responded by rubbing harder, squeezing her breasts with such a firm grip that Dierdre knew there would be red fingerprints for a few moments when he was through. She sat up on her knees and leaned back into his body, pressing her newly slicked back into his firm chest and feeling his warmth envelop her with a swirl of desire. Her legs were spread on either side of his, and his penis was wedged firmly within reach of her salivating vagina. Dierdre began to raise and lower her body slowly as Philippe continued to work his way down to her stomach. He left one hand massaging as he reached for the lotion bottle and poured more directly onto her skin. His fingers slowly worked the lotion into her abdomen as she began to coat his penis with a different kind of cream. The tent was full of the smell of her sex now, and Philippe flipped Dierdre’s hair over one shoulder and began to kiss her neck, his breathing in perfect time with her rocking. His right hand slithered down toward her inner leg and Dierdre spread her legs wider, another gush of liquid pulsing out of her vagina as she anticipated his next move. Philippe ran his fingers over her pubic hair and rubbed Dierdre’s clit gently. She moaned again, feeling her vagina begin to pulse with its own rhythm as Philippe pushed a finger into her dripping hole. He added another finger a few moments later, and Dierdre’s body eagerly coated them both. Dierdre arched her back as she continued to raise and lower herself over his fingers. She turned her head toward his and snuffled softly against his face until he raised it to her level. Their lips met in a first kiss, and his mouth wrapped protectively over hers as a hand slipped from her stomach back to her breasts, gently pressing and massaging. His fingers were still glossed with sunscreen, making all his movements effortless. When the kiss broke, Dierdre was breathless and panting. “Oh, damn,” she eked out. “Oui,” an equally winded Philippe responded. “More?” “S’il vous plait,” Dierdre breathed, using the majority of the French she knew. Philippe dove toward her and their lips pressed together, harder this time. His arms wrapped themselves entirely around Dierdre’s torso and squeezed. Dierdre wrapped one arm around Philippe’s head, grasping his hair with her fingers and tugging; the other hand she lowered to his quivering penis.