0 comments/ 142651 views/ 28 favorites Godiva By: ChocolateKisses Cynthia Alexis sat in her own world as her history Professor, Mr. Stevens, came into the room to begin their session. The last thing on her mind was history. She had caught her good-for-nothing boyfriend in a lie. He had been cheating on her for the past few months. She had heard some things but had doubted them. The last month had been a mess but still she hung on. She was now more pissed than hurt. She wanted to rip his fucking head off…after all she went through for him, giving up her most of her friends, being the perfect girl friend. Now he sat upfront with his buddies.. Bet she knew what they were talking about..How she had shredded every piece of clothing, every piece of paper he had at her place and dumped it in front of him yesterday afternoon. She was suddenly brought back to present as Mr. Stevens dropped her paper on her desk. One she turned in a week ago. 'What the hell did he mean by this' she thought gloomily… Cynthia sat fuming looking down at the D staring her in the face. Mr. Stephens had wrote a note on this paper that she had to redo the assignment and achieve a minimum B+ Grade, to be handed in in one week?!?!.. How could he? They still had two more papers to sit this semester!!!..She admitted the first two were nothing to jump and shout about, but this was not fair!! She sat through the next hour more upset than she was in the beginning. At the end of the session, she stayed back waiting for other students to filter out. She slowly walked up to Mr. Stevens. "Good Morning Sir" she said, every bit of disappointment etched in her voice. "Yes Ms. Alexis" he said curtly "About my paper..." "Yes" She hated when he was this blunt. He only used that tone when he was totally fed-up with some bratty student. "Is this make-up paper necessary?" "Yes, it is Cynthia, or you can consider yourself dropped" "But… one week is – "No Buts Cynthia! One week. B+ minimum." Thank you Sir" she said glumly. She turned abruptly and walked out. This had been a man she was crazy over. Call it childish girly fantasies, but Cynthia had always been attracted to older guys. But what startled her more about her attraction was that he had to be about 16 years hear senior. He had dark hair and striking grey eyes. He had a slow sexy smile that had been known to make her squirm in her chair during lectures. He wasn't the usual stuffed shirt that taught history, he made it such fun. In the beginning of the semester she would just sit at her desk and watch him intently throughout the lecture. As the classes continued, she moved closer to the front. Under the pretense of following the notes on the board better, really just to be closer to him as he paced back and forth in front of the class. Cynthia had tried all of the usual things to get his attention with out making it obvious. She wore low-cut shirts that accentuate her 36D chest perfectly, close fitting pants, short skirts showing her shapely legs.. Nothing. Yes he would look at her. But nothing showed any interest in her and eventually she gave up. He was very easy going and they had great conversations, but now this!! She knew for sure now that there was nothing more than a professional teacher/student relationship on his side. * * * Probably he was a bit hard on her and he admitted.. one week was a short space of time. No, she needed this to pull her up. This grade was worst than her last and he didn't want to see her go down that road. Robert Stevens stood looking at Cynthia as she walked out of the class, staring at her shapely legs, underneath her short skirt, a green one that he particularly liked to see her in. What the hell was he thinking? He knew he was attracted to her, but he constantly talked himself out of feeling it, for this was wrong. Goodness!, she was only 19 years. He admired her lithe body, tall, dark-skinned, slim waist and ample- very ample bust. He knew she liked him too, he saw the way she looked at him at times, the way she idly played with her hair, or touched her neck when she spoke to him. He never let on how it affected him, at least he hoped he didn't. But then it had stopped. She no longer seemed intent on looking at him, or playing up to him. Did this make him want her more? Is this why he did this? To get her to pay more attention to him? HELL NO!!! This was about her work. Only her work! * * * Cynthia sighed defeatedly. The rush of her breath echoed down the aisles and through the stacks. Exhausted she rubbed her eyes and checked her watch; 9:00 pm. The library would close in the next two hours. This place was creepy; cool, shadowy, the stacks stretching on and on, a seeming labyrinth of books. Why did they put the history literature in the farthest corner of the damn basement? She could be murdered here and no one would find her for weeks. A band of tension fastened itself across her temples as she scanned the rows of bindings searching for the titles that would assist her in the damned research. One week, one blasted week!.. She needed to get every bit of work into it to jump from D to B+. Cynthia was so absorbed in finishing her task that she didn't notice the man approaching. "Having trouble, Mizz. Alexis?" Cynthia screamed, dropping the stack of books she carried. "Oh, Professor Stevens! I didn't notice you there. God, I am so sorry." As she knelt down to collect her books. He bent down with her and smiled his sexy smile and she just melted. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and hoped wasn't blushing uncontrollably. Her heart was racing as well as her mind. "It's fine Ms. Alexis, but you're here awfully late. I hope you aren't having trouble with anything." Cynthia glanced at the pile of books she awkwardly clutched, and all erotic thoughts were banished as she remembered why she was here. She began walking back to her desk and he followed. "I don't want to be rude, but you very well know it's your paper I am working on, so don't give me this Professor Innocent routine. You know exactly what torture you're putting me through" she lamented as she sat. "Now, now Cynthia," he said, laying his hand on her shoulder "I am sure I can help you relax a bit." His voice held a vaguely teasing note. As she looked into his eyes questioningly, his hand began to massage her shoulder. His grey eyes seemed to pin her on the chair. He called her by her name?.. What was happening here? She wasn't sure, but she felt her body relax toward him as his fingers worked away some of the tension in her shoulder. What the hell are you doing, he thought to himself. You cant be doing this., Seeming to quickly snap out of his trance he lifted his hands from her shoulders. "There, is this better now? He said huskily. Too huskily. You better pray she doesn't notice. The bad thing was, she did notice and her skin seemed to be on fire where his hands once were. She felt the electricity in the air and so did he. He slowly retreated, regaining his normal tone.. "It's late, see me tomorrow and I'll help you grasp what I want out of this research better" "Sure professor" "Good night Ms. Alexis" With that he walked down the isle, leaving her in a daze. * * * Cynthia sat this Friday morning, she was tired, not to mention upset. She had spent an hour and a half more last night going through her research books. Upset because there were other things that she should have been doing. What other things? Its not like you have a boyfriend to go spend your time with anyway. Okay, so she didn't have other things to be doing. But spending all that time in a stuffy, creepy jungle of History books was not exactly her idea of fun. Not to mention her 'encounter' with Professor Stevens. Was this just her imagination? Or was it a come-on? She sat with these questions in her head as the man of the hour walked in. He was wearing flannel trousers, white shirt and patterned grey tie; they seem to enhance his eyes making them appear more striking. She settled in for the hour, although she was tired and a bit confused, she needed to pay attention to prevent another make-up paper in the future. Mr. Stevens launched into his theories on the abolition of slavery from the slaves perspective. (Did I mention they were doing Caribbean History?) At the end of the session she walked up to him. "Good Morning Professor" "Ahh… hello Ms. Alexis" "Interesting Class.. its surprising that I was awake after leaving that dungeon so late last night, and I still don't think I have B+ Material" He couldn't help but laugh. "I did promise you some help today, but I am going to be booked all day, so check me at the end of the day" "Sure Professor. Thanks" And she left, moving on to her next class thinking that she was wrong about her thoughts last night. He wasn't interested in her. He was just being sincere and probably fatherly. Who knows? But what about the huskiness in his voice? Imagination.. wild. Crazy imagination. There was nothing there. Around 4:30 she went in search of Professor Stevens. He seemed to be buried in stacks of papers and books on his desk. She cleared her throat announcing her presence. "Good Afternoon Ms. Stevens" he said looking up. "Looks like you need more help than I do" she said mocking pointing at the mess on his desk. "Glad you noticed, and I will have to put off our plans. You'll have to catch me sometime next week" Her face fell. "Next week!… that's when you want this paper. Next Thursday. I am not even sure exactly what you want from this paper. I mean I know what you want, but I'm not sure how to capture it. 'Revolts and Revolution' is quite a broad area of history, not to mention, conflicting and debatable. And oh, let's not forget your B+ or flunk threat'" she whined. "Oh stop it Cynthia, you're beginning to sound like a spoiled brat" he said laughing. "Here's what, why don't you come by my place this evening and we will go through it then, remember it is my paper, so I'll only be giving you tips. What do you say?. Willing to give up your Friday evening of fun for school work?" "But its Friday!.. Why not tomorrow" "Why don't I flunk you right now, you cant have all of life your way" he said sternly. "Okay, okay, I know when to accept defeat. You have to stoop to conquer. Isn't that what the slaves did before they rebelled?" She said teasingly. "ahhh, so you do pay attention" There was a twinkle in is eyes. He jotted down his address on a piece of paper. "See you at 7:30 Madame Rebellion" "Ahh.. yes Massa" she said mockingly * * * "Hello Cynthia" he said answering the door. She was on time 7:25, he noticed glancing at his watch. "Come in." She was wearing black form fitting jeans with a loose cowl neck beige blouse that directed your attention to her breasts, which he would get a glimpse of depending on how she moved. The colour of her top enhanced her smooth rich brown complexion perfectly. The bag she carried brought him back to focusing on the task at hand. He led her to his dining table which had been cleared except for a few of the dreaded history books. "Make yourself comfortable... Fruit? Coffee?" He asked heading of into the adjacent kitchen. "Yes to both" She sat studying her surroundings. The apartment looked probably like the typical bachelor apartment in terms of furniture, except it was neat, everything in place. He came back in with a pot of coffee and a fruit bowl, then went back for two mugs. The launched directly into he books and for the next two hours discussed Slave uprisings on different colonies, The Maroons of Jamaica and The Haitian Revolution. "Now Cynthia it is your task to develop a link between all these events, make comparisons and differentiate between them and after achieving that, you are to discuss the pros and cons of the result of these events" "Okay, I'm on my way to a B+" With the purpose of her visit over with, they seemed to fall silent. "Something to unwind?" it was more a suggestion than a question. "Or do you have somewhere else to be?" "Unwinding is good" not quite wanting to touch on the second part. He didn't have top know how her boyfriend betrayed and she has no one to go home to. "What do you have in mind?" "A drink. What would you like Cynthia" "Hmm.. I don't quite know. I'll leave it up to you" He walked towards the kitchen. What are you doing? What are you thinking? You will get yourself in a terrible situation. Oh no. He could handle this. This was leading nowhere. It was just a drink to unwind after a long day and 3 hours of recent work. He walked back to her, she was standing looking at some photos he had up on the wall. Taking the glass from him she asked "What is it?" " Godiva, it's a chocolate liqueur" She brought the glass to her lips, inhaling then tasting it. "Interesting combination, sweet chocolate and intoxicating" "Yes, something like you" he said hoarsely. It seemed almost in slow motion that he brought his free hand to her face, his fingertips grazing her cheekbone, skimming her lips, and tracing lightly down, over her throat, her collarbone...lower still, gently brushing over her erect nipple through the soft fabric of her top, his hands coming to a rest, covering her breast…. their lips met in a kiss... it was a gentle kiss, but the electricity!!! He could feel his excitement at being with her, alone. She was mesmerized. What on earth was happening? Stepping back, standing and staring her for a long time, he was quiet, seemingly thinking. This shouldn't be happening. He cleared his throat as he tore his hand away from her breast. He turned around and walked back to the table sitting on the chair. "This is inappropriate, there are rules against things between teachers and students" he seemed to be in a trance talking to him more than her. He seemed to be battling within himself about what he should or shouldn't do. She had no such thoughts, the kiss had left strong stirrings within her and she didn't intend to leave them hanging. She walked over to him, set her glass down and sat on his lap. She straddled his legs as she lowered her self to his lap. No matter what he was saying, he was incredibly interested, and she could feel the proof between her thighs, pressing against her crotch. He went to push her away, but before he could, she ground herself against the bulge in his pants. He seemed to stop breathing for a minute. His eyes were closed and he was gasping for air. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. She told him how she had wanted him. How she had been trying for the whole semester to get his attention. How she wanted him to see as much as he wanted, but he hadn't noticed. She was nibbling on his ear as he groaned and told her that indeed he had noticed. The way she walked and looked soo damn sexy. He drew his head back a bit. She ground herself against him again. It felt so damn good, he couldn't possibly expect her to stop now. His hands went from pushing her away, to pulling her closer. His hand slid up to the nape of her neck. Forcing her to look at him. "You do know that this is wrong?" "What makes it wrong, nothing is wrong when two people succumbing to their emotions, giving in to what they are feeling" "Ahh…my rebellious little Cynthia. But we are not just two people, we are teacher and student." "And we are both over 18... and I want you so bad right now it hurts" "Is that so" His voice had a new ring to it. She couldn't quite describe it but it was different, stern yet teasing. "How bad Cynthia?" lifting her from his lap. She saw something in that striking, steel grey eyes. Something... Cynthia stood, uncertain what to do or say. She blushed, joined her hands in front of her, and shifted uneasily as Professor Stevens looked at her, from head to toe. There didn't seem to be an issue of control, but some how she now knew he was the one in charge. "Cynthia, undress for me" he said as he lifted his glass from where he had rest it earlier. It was not a request. The words were spoken softly, but it was certainly a command, not a request. "Now Cynthia. You are absolutely beautiful, You just confessed to wanting to show your self to me for a while now. Now I want to see you... just you." As Robert sat back in the chair, sipping his drink, Cynthia's eyes grew wide, hesitant. She was deeply attracted to him, but she was not sure she was ready for this, not ready to be undressing in front of him. But his tone, his manner made her obey. Shyly, slowly, she stepped out of her shoes, and unzipped her pants tugging uncomfortably at it over her hips. She bent slowly lowering the pants, revealing to him the curves of her rounded cheeks. Thongs, he liked thongs. Robert was staring at her, calmly, intently when she straightened up from tossing her pants aside. Crossing her arms in front of her, she felt compelled to grab the bottom of her top and slowly she lifted it over her head, feeling awkward as she struggled to get it off her arms. Robert chuckled and smiled when her eyes were again free to look at him, he raised his glass to her and nodded for her to continue. Uncertain, she stood nervously in her thongs and bra as he gazed appreciatively at her for a few moments. It was black lace. He some how knew she was the black-lace type he thought with another chuckle. "Everything, my dear Cynthia, remove everything for me. I want to see you, Cynthia... just you." Robert was nervous under all this outward calm. God how he wanted her, to see her, to explore her. She was so beautiful and she seemed so willing a while ago. But this was so wrong. She was his student for Christ sakes!! He never got involved with a student. Never. He was unsure himself why he was doing this now. But he wanted her. He wanted her to want him badly. He wanted her to be comfortable with him, to not scare her away. She was such beautiful woman. He wanted to please her. He did not want to blow this. She hesitated, looking very nervous and uncertain. What was happening here? "Now, Cynthia, please, remove the rest now." Again, his voice was soft, barely audible, but it sounded like cannons in her ears, commanding, insistent. Ever so slowly Cynthia reached back with both hands and released the clasp of her bra. And even more slowly, under his intense eyes, she let the bra fall slowly away from her breasts. Robert caught his breath as her breasts were exposed. They were magnificent... large and firm, the nipples, swollen. The areola so much darker than her smooth brown complexion of her breasts. She was absolutely beautiful. "The panties." Cynthia tossed the bra atop her other clothes, and, looping her thumbs inside the band of her panties, she began to slowly slide them down her thighs and bend to push then down her calves. She felt his eyes on her breasts as the swayed out, feeling herself blush, wanting to turn away, but unable to do so. Wanting to hide, she stepped out of the panties once they reached the floor, and she could not look at him as she straightened up, one hand in front of her sex, the other arm across her breasts. She knew she as getting wet, and she could feel the nipples pressing into her forearm. A while earlier she was grinding her self against him, wanting him. Now, she could not look at him. She in no way doubted or looked down on her body. She always admired her body, nice ass firm breasts. She knew he had to be pleased, yet still she stood with uncertainty. Why was she here in this position. Didn't she want him. Yes, but she didn't anticipate sanding here for him, naked under his watchful eye. Why had she not just drink her Godiva when he had retreated earlier!!! Robert did not move from the chair, but his eyes explored her from head to toe. His face was serious as he gazed at her, he was not smiling, but she could tell he was pleased. "Cynthia, don't hide yourself from me. Please, my dear Cynthia, take your hands and place them behind your neck... lace your fingers together so I can see all of you. My God, Cynthia, you are a beautiful woman." Godiva Copyright Oggbashan June 2012. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * "Bloody troubadour!" Leofric threw the scroll from the bed to the floor. "What's wrong?" "Apart from Roger's dreadful scrawl which gets more difficult to read every time he writes, a lot, Godiva. That troubadour has started calling himself 'Peeping Tom', suggests that we banished him from Coventry, and has embellished the story of your ride." "Embellished? How?" "Apparently you rode naked through the market place, your modesty only partly concealed by your long blonde hair." "What! Give me the scroll!" "Get it yourself. Then I can see how modestly your hair conceals your nakedness." Godiva slid out of bed. Her blonde hair fell to just above her waist. She span round to face Leofric. "You see? It doesn't. It couldn't. Even if I grew it longer, which would be a nuisance, there isn't enough of it to preserve my modesty." "I know, forward wench. Get back in bed so that I can get my hands on your nakedness which you apparently displayed to the whole of Coventry..." "Soon, my love. Just wait until I've read what Roger wrote." Godiva took the scroll close to the candles burning near the fireplace. Her body shone in the flickering light. "This is monstrous! How dare he say I was naked? I was in my shift, dressed as a penitent. You know I was. So do the people of Coventry. They watched and cheered me. This makes my penitence into a peep-show." "Read on, Godiva. Read what Roger says about the King's reaction." "The troubadour performed before the King? How can I show myself at court? They'll laugh at me." "You'll have to. The King has summoned us for a private audience." Godiva shook her head. Her blonde hair flew around her. "I can't! Not after this!" "We must. Neither you nor I have had a private audience with the King. I'm not sure anyone has. It must be important, more important than your embarrassment and Coventry's taxes. Now come back to bed. Your nakedness is working on me even if Coventry didn't see it." Godiva picked up her silk shift and held it before her. "Can you see anything through this?" "No I can't. Nor could the citizens, even in bright sunlight. All they saw was a beautiful woman dressed in white with her hair flying loose. No doubt it excited some of the men, but they saw no more than they would have seen when you are fully dressed. Come to bed." Godiva threw her shift to the floor. She ran back to the bed and leapt on to Leofric. They kissed. She sat astride Leofric and bent forward, her hair falling either side of his head. He grabbed her hips and pulled her downwards, impaling her on his insistent erection. He bucked under her while she thrust back. She writhed and screamed as she reached several climaxes in quick succession. Finally her lower lips squeezed as she rode him to a climax. She rested against his chest. "Well, my Lord? Are you satisfied with your naked forward wench?" "Of course, Godiva, for now. Later..." Godiva stopped his voice with her lips. They relaxed, entwined. *** Lady Godiva squeezed her husband Leofric's hand. He squeezed back. She nervously twisted her long blonde plait with her free hand. "They're all looking at me," she whispered. "Of course they are," Leofric whispered back, "and stop playing with your hair. The whole court can see that you couldn't possibly have covered yourself when your hair ends above your waist." "But..." "I know. They don't. Hiring a troubadour and several poets to tell your story wasn't a great idea, was it? You should have known they couldn't stick to the bare truth. If I find that so-called Peeping Tom he'll regret taking your coins." "What does the King want with us?" "Probably the same as his whole court. He wants the real story of your naked ride through Coventry, and to see the woman who could do such a thing." "But I didn't!" "Peeping Tom and the poets made sure that everyone thinks you did. You're already a legend, Godiva. No doubt more will be added to the story as the years pass. We'll have to live with it now." "How much longer will we have to wait, Leofric?" "Not long. I'm the third most powerful man in the country after the King and Earl Godwin. The King will see us as soon as he can. After all he asked us to come for a private audience. Even I don't get many of them. He usually sees me in public so that Godwin can't accuse him of plotting with me. If only the King had an heir..." "He's got a new bride. Surely..." "No." Leofric replied bluntly. "He can't. Everyone knows that he can't. If he could there would have been several Royal bastards by now. Even if he could, he's too old. Any heir born now would still be a minor when the King dies. Without an heir, or with an infant heir, the succession to the throne will be wide open and the only candidates with enough power are Godwin and me." "But you don't want to be King, Leofric. You've told me so many times." "I don't. But I don't want one of Godwin's wild sons to be King. They would ruin England. We need a strong, sensible King who can rule wisely. Edward is doing his best to keep Godwin and me from starting a civil war." "You wouldn't go to war over the throne. You love England too much." Leofric squeezed Godiva's hand again. "You know I wouldn't. Godwin doesn't know that. He thinks that I would and I have to make sure he believes it, otherwise he might arranged for King Edward to have an accident or a fatal stomach upset. That's why we have so many expensive armed retainers. They're not to protect you and me, but to make sure that Godwin doesn't seize the throne. Without me and the other Lords who support Edward, Godwin would make himself King in days." "But his daughter is Queen. Surely that helps Earl Godwin?" "It should have done, Godiva. He thought that marrying his daughter to the King would help. It didn't. Queen Edith knows her father and brothers far too well to see them as anything but disasters as potential Kings. Her father forgot that although she is a woman, she is as headstrong as his sons. She endured humiliation from him and her brothers. Now she is Queen, she is her own mistress playing her own game and has rejected her father's plans. Will that last? I don't know." The court fell silent as the doors of the audience room were thrown open. A richly dressed Lord approached Leofric and Godiva. "The King will see you now, Earl Leofric and Lady Godiva." "Thank you, Arundel," Leofric replied. He put Godiva's hand on his crooked arm and they walked behind Lord Arundel through the doors which shut behind them. Facing them, seated on thrones, were King Edward and his new wife. Leofric bowed his head. Godiva bobbed a curtsey. "Leave us," King Edward ordered to the servants and guards. "You too, Arundel." "But, my liege..." Arundel started to protest. Edward looked at him. Lord Arundel followed the guards. "You honour us, my liege," Leofric said as the door closed behind Lord Arundel. "But you too don't think it is wise to see you alone?" King Edward suggested. "It could be misconstrued, my liege." "Only by my father Earl Godwin, and he's not here. As far as he is concerned, Arundel is still present. If asked, Arundel would confirm that. He'll have to return soon but there are some things I want to discuss first, particularly with Lady Godiva." "With me, my liege?" Godiva asked. "Yes, madam, you! Did you think to deceive me with this supposed wager with your husband? How could you wager that he would reduce the taxes on Coventry if you rode naked through the market place? It is manifest nonsense because Coventry is your land, not Leofric's. You collect the taxes. You pay them to my treasury. Leofric has nothing to do with Coventry nor with your other domains. He has his own. You have yours. You alone are responsible for the taxes on Coventry. Well?" Godiva's hand clutched at Leofric's. She blanched. A King's anger could be very dangerous. Then the King and Queen laughed. "Sorry, Lady Godiva," the King said. "I couldn't resist that. I know that you didn't ride naked through Coventry, even if my court believes it. I also know why you did it..." "You do?" Godiva managed to splutter. "Yes. Coventry was short of money but that wouldn't matter because you could have remitted their taxes IF you hadn't been short of money too." "We are, my Liege." Leofric stated. "I know that too, and why. You keep a small army of retainers, or is it a large one? They train too well to be just servants. I wouldn't be surprised if they are more skilled than my own soldiers." The King waved Leofric's attempted protest away. "I have few opportunities to laugh nowadays and the Lady Godiva's embarrassment was a welcome diversion. I would have liked to have seen her in her shift, or even better naked partly covered by her hair." Godiva blushed. "But I asked you two here to discuss more important matters with my Queen and I. There are very few that I can trust, and Earl Leofric and his Lady Godiva are the most powerful of those few." "How can we help, Your Majesty?" Leofric asked. "You can start by sitting down. This might take a while." The King held out his hand to his Queen. They stepped down from the raised dais and walked towards four chairs set around a small table. They sat down. The King motioned for Leofric and Godiva to take the other chairs. The King squeezed the Queen's hand and continued to hold it as he spoke. "You know that I have no heir, and despite my recent marriage I will have no heir..." "But..." Godiva blurted. "No buts, my lady. Despite the rumours around the court I can appreciate and enjoy sex but I know that I cannot sire children. An Arab physician told me years ago that the cause was probably a childhood illness. It seems likely, more likely, than the explanations from the fools that call themselves doctors in this kingdom. I know I might be able to pretend that I have sired an heir, if Queen Edith would consent to the indignities of the subterfuge, but such an heir would be an infant when I die. Whoever is regent would be King in all but name and could easily dispossess an infant in the name of security for the Kingdom. An infant heir won't do. I have to name an adult, a strong man who can control the headstrong Lords." "Especially my brothers, Earl Godwin's sons," the Queen added. "Ah yes, Godwin's sons" the King said. "They are the most headstrong and warlike of all my Lords. If they weren't fighting each other they would be fighting the neighbour countries. Their battles would impoverish the Kingdom and hurt our people sore." "But..." Leofric tried to interrupt. "I know, old friend, that you do not want to be King. Even if you did, you wouldn't be a good one. You are too good and honest to rule the unruly English. You lack the deviousness, cunning and cruelty that a King needs. It is to your credit that you are not suitable, but it leaves me and the kingdom with the unsolved problem. Who will be King when I die?" "If not a Godwin, and not me, then who, Your Majesty?" Leofric asked. "Exactly. If my heir is not you or a Godwin there is no one who could unite the Kingdom and anyone who tried would have to deal with the Godwins as I have been unable to do. I have a candidate but you might not like my choice." "May I ask why I might not like your choice?" "Yes. Because he isn't English. I think that Duke William of Normandy could unite England." Leofric looked at Godiva. Duke William was a shock. The King noticed their consternation. "Listen carefully. I know that Duke William covets this country. He knows that his conflicts with the King of France will eventually end in defeat Normandy. That defeat is unlikely in the Duke's lifetime. He is too good a warlord, and too wily a campaigner for the current French King but eventually France's superior manpower and resources will prevail. If Duke William were to become King of England he would build England as a bulwark against France even if Normandy is overrun. Duke William would put all his considerable talents into strengthening England as his Kingdom." "But a Norman?" Godiva protested. "Would the English accept a foreign King? Or would they revolt?" "Good questions, Lady Godiva. But I have a dilemma. If I die without an heir, as I will, despite my wife the Queen, Godwin's sons would tear England apart. You and your husband would fight. England would be ruined by civil wars that might last for years or decades. If Duke William is accepted he will deal with the Godwins. If they resist, he has the power and the skill to defeat them quickly, which, I regret to say your husband and his allies have not." "Earl Leofric," the Queen added, "I am not wholly happy with the King's choice but I cannot see any other way of avoiding war over the succession. If my brothers, even one of them, were reasonable men, then I would support them as possible heirs to the Kingdom. But they are not reasonable, as I know only too well. The appointment of an outsider, a powerful outsider with his own proven army, would be the only way to prevent civil war. My brothers would fight you and your supporters, and when they had defeated you, would turn against each other because none of them could accept a brother as King. If you can suggest any other name, then, in God's name, please do!" "Your Majesties," Earl Leofric spoke slowly and carefully, "what you propose is startling. I would like time to consider it..." "Leofric, you cannot, must not, mention it to anyone," the King insisted. "But I can discuss it with Godiva?" "Of course. She knows. That makes only four people in the whole world who know." "But why are there four? Why wasn't it just two, Your Majesty and myself?" "Because, Leofric, our wives are intelligent, well-informed and bring different views to the discussion. Just as I manage better with Queen Edith beside me, Earl Leofric and Lady Godiva give better counsel to your King than you could alone." "Then can we give our considered response tomorrow?" "Yes." "Thank you, Your Majesty." "Very well. Now to less contentious matters and back to Lady Godiva's apparently naked ride through Coventry." "Must we, Your Majesty?" Lady Godiva asked plaintively. "We must. Although I may not be able to sire heirs, I do not lack the capacity for arousal nor do I fail to enjoy love-making. I was amused and excited by your troubadour's false account of your ride even if my intelligencers had already told me the reality. Tonight I want you and the Queen to demonstrate to your husbands just how your ride appeared. I command you, and Queen Edith, to ride as penitents dressed only in your shifts across the inner Royal courtyard of the castle. No one else will be there, just Earl Leofric and myself. Afterwards each pair will retire to their respective bedchambers. I'll enjoy myself, if you two ladies will obey my command. You will, of course, won't you? Refusing a Royal command invokes severe penalties..." Godiva looked at Queen Edith who nodded slightly. "I will obey Your Majesty's command," Godiva replied. "So will I," Queen Edith added. *** That evening the King and Earl Leofric helped their wives to mount the horses. Despite the Queen's and Godiva's best endeavours, they couldn't avoid showing their husbands the parts they should have concealed. The ride was short but clearly showed that Godiva's modesty, once she was firmly mounted, was preserved in Coventry. But mounting and dismounting? That was different. Flashes of long legs and blonde bushes were inevitable and much appreciated. The King carried his squealing Queen to the Royal Bedchamber. Earl Leofric clapped his hands to summon the grooms to lead the horses away. While the grooms removed the horses he stood in front of Godiva to shield her, even though her ankle-length white shift was modest. As soon as the gates shut he picked Godiva up and carried her to their bedchamber, throwing her on the bed. "Off with your shift!" He ordered. Godiva stood on the bed and raised her shift slowly, stopping with the hem just below her bush, waiting until Leofric stripped himself. Only when he was naked did she lift the shift over her head and throw it aside. "Well, husband, are you satisfied with what I didn't show Coventry?" Leofric walked around the bed, examining her from every angle. "Yes, forward wench, you know that you are beautiful and you know what effect you have on me." He climbed onto the mattress and began to kiss her, starting with her feet and moving up until his lips met her blonde bush. His kisses became fiercer as Godiva bent her knees, opening to allow his tongue access to her. She began to moan. Her hands cradled his head, pushing it closer until they slumped to the mattress, her legs around his shoulders and his tongue insistent between her thighs. Godiva slowly pulled his head up her body, parting her long blonde hair to reveal her breasts. Leofric kissed both erect nipples longingly before moving to Godiva's lips. At last Leofric penetrated her and pounded her naked body as she writhed beneath him. He continued until her orgasms became less frenetic. In a last movement Godiva clamped her legs behind Leofric's back, dragging him deep inside her. He ejaculated with relief and slumped against her. Godiva relaxed her legs. Her hands gently stroked Leofric's body until he began to recover. "Well, husband, are you satisfied with your forward wench?" "You know I am, but I'm not as young as I used to be. I need time before I can perform again." "I know. I can wait, my lord. But can the Queen?" Leofric raised his head and looked at her. "That's an evil thought. Did you mean something specific?" "You are older than me, my lord, yet because we love each other, and enjoy each other, it doesn't matter. If you are tired and I am not, I can ride you. Could the Queen ride the King? Would that be lèse-majesté? Would she do it?" Leofric considered Godiva's words before answering. "The Queen may not approve of her brothers' conduct but she is still a Godwin and her father's daughter. She knows that she is part of a political bargain, not in a love match. I am concerned that the King told her so much about his plans for the succession. There will be trouble, if not war before Duke William becomes King of England. I don't know whether the Queen will support William, or one of her brothers. We should be careful what we say to the Queen." "And to the King?" "Yes. He is besotted with his Queen. He can't see that her loyalties are divided." "But mine aren't, my lord." "And I'm devoted to you. You know that, Godiva." "I do. And since my lord is tired, I will show you how I could have ridden naked through Coventry. I haven't got a horse so you'll have to do. Roll over!" Still naked, Godiva mounted Leofric and rode him again and again until he fell into a satisfied sleep. *** Author's Note. The Wikipedia article on "Lady Godiva" inspired this story. Godiva on the Scooter I looked forward to this weekend for some time, marking it on my calendar several months ahead of time and making sure all reservations were confirmed and guaranteed. A trip to this park under normal circumstances was something special, but this year it featured the regional festivities of National Nude Day. After enduring the typical headaches of the local law enforcement at the park entrance, I pulled my bike to just inside park boundaries and removed the last of my clothes. I made sure to shine my, rather full, moon in the deputy's direction as I packed my clothes into the saddle bags. Given the local sheriff's reputation, I was amazed at the puritan attitude his deputies exhibited at any nudist events. Of course I didn't really expect them to be too enthusiastic thinking about what all my 280 or so pounds might look like without my ratty clothes, but they acted even ruder to the hard-bodies that came to the park. They were absolutely atrocious to the few families that attended. Fortunately, once inside the park, the attitudes were gone and everyone could enjoy the freedom that nudity brought. Well, it was not absolute freedom, I shed my clothes, but understanding I wasn't the best poster child for National Nude Day, I hadn't shed all my inhibitions. I basically settled into the shadows to watch some of the beach volleyball competition. While it would be nice to hook up with a twenty something beauty, I knew the touch of gray infiltrating my hair, beard, and other body hair would be a deterrent. Even if I found one looking for an "older man" I feared my weight would scare even the most charitable woman away. I decide to simply concentrate on the volleyball and my private fantasies. I always imagined nude volleyball as I watched bikini-clad women compete on TV and in the local parks, but watching this today seemed a bit of a let down. Somehow, the chance glimpse of a breast as the women dove for a shot or when they got up and adjusted themselves, seemed more titillating than seeing their small, but perky, breasts as they gyrated about. I mean once I saw these nude women, I found myself wondering how their bikini tops would have slipped or moved with each shot. The sight below the waste was equally deflating as I discovered the lovely redhead's secret, the one only her hairdresser knew for sure. Please forgive me that cliché, but I quickly learned more than I wanted to about the volleyball players. Besides, the men were about to begin playing and the bleachers were filling with incredibly thin women with incredibly large breasts. Reminiscent of the bobble head dolls, where the head was way out of proportion with the rest of the body, the women simply seemed to bobble-bounce all over the place. I was just about ready to slip out of the shadows and search for some beer when I heard the odd putt-a-putt of an old time motor scooter. Glancing up at the entrance to the park I noticed the long, flowing silvery hair swirling above and ugly algae green seat attached to two tiny wheels. I was immediately entranced by the way the hair flowed around this woman's pale body, reaching down to just below her waist. Even as the scooter picked up speed, the billowing hair seemed to conceal just enough of her to make me want to see more. I'd see the quick flash of a nipple, the pure white curve of her ass, a glimpse of a thigh, and then suddenly a beautiful shoulder. This incredible display of unabashed beauty and elegance completely absorbed me, as I felt strangely lightheaded and heard an odd ringing in my ears. The woman slowly drove her scooter around the park, her face beaming as the air moved over her, her body shining in brief flashes, her hair consuming her. It was ballet, the marriage of pure rhythm, perfect form and pristine beauty. I recalled the tale of Lady Godiva and her famous ride. The scooter sputtered to a stop next to my bike and inhibitions or not, I stood up and quickly wandered toward her. My all encompassing attraction to her was more than curiosity and more than just sexual, it felt almost magnetic. I felt a tingle all over my body, but fortunately the non-sexual aspect of my attraction kept my erection at bay for now. Grotesque as I am, I can only imagine what she'd think if I approached her with even a hint of an erection. "Well hello there young man, is this your bike?" she asked. Young man? I squinted, and after several more steps, I realized she was not one of the volleyball crowd, she was a bit older, in fact, as I got closer, I saw she was older than me. "Ye... yes, my bike," I mumbled, completely befuddled. The woman, though in her late fifties or early sixties, was beautiful, as beautiful as she had seemed when I first saw her enter the park. She looked right into my face with sky blue eyes, eyes that seemed to gently draw me closer. "It's certainly a nice bike, most people around here ride the Harleys or those sporty foreigners, not something vintage like this," she said, turning her gaze from my face to the bike. "An Indian Chief, what year, '53?" "'51," I answered, my gaze sliding down the faint lines at her eyes, curling over the distinct cheekbones to her beautiful lips. I could see a faint tint of blue in her neck, a hint of vein just beneath her delicate complexion. "A '51 cherry Indian Chief, ah Harley, eat your heart out." Still dumbfounded, I caught myself staring at her breasts. After spending the day watching the small volleyball breasts and then the giant breasts of the fans, I found the wonderfully natural sag of soft skin, the dark circles of areola and enticing nipples enthralling. I longed to reach out and caress her breast as she was caressing the frame of my bike. "I'm sorry, I am so rude," she said, "I'm Diane, Diane Palmer." Smiling, "My name is Braden, Jack Braden," I replied, reaching my hand out. "I can see you are a friendly one," she replied, shaking my hand as she nodded downward. I glanced down and saw my erection straining out beyond my stomach. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't..." "Oh no, no, don't apologize, when I turned fifty, I learned to take that as a compliment, and now that I'm seventy, it means even more." "You're sev..." "Ah, now you're being too kind young man." "No, no, I'd swear you were maybe 50, 55 at most." "Now, now, you don't need to flatter me anymore, let's go for a ride," she whispered, grabbing my hand. Instead of moving over to my bike, she led me over to her little scooter. "But I thought you might want to ride my bike." "Ah, just like ole Chester, my husband, rest his soul. You men just don't know how to appreciate a little foreplay. Come on," she said starting up her scooter. I climbed on behind her while she revved up the scooter, then we shot out onto the park road and headed back into the woods. The sensations were incredible as her hair flowed over me, caressing my face, my arms, and my chest. I leaned my head forward and rested my face on her soft back. Shouting over her shoulder she asked, "Isn't it amazing, the wind, the road and the scooter?" "Oh yeah," I cried out, her hair driving me to a frenzy as it curled over me. Feeling the vibration of the scooter rolling though my balls, I squeezed closer to her, pressing my hard cock against her back. I felt a little awkward about pushing against her like that, until she reached back, took my hand and guided it between her legs. I ran my hand down through her hair, feeling the tight curls wrap around my fingers and then tickle my palm as I searched onward. Exploring her, I let my fingers move over her lips and then moved them from side to side, gently opening her. Feeling her warmth, I slipped my fingertips inside her, moistening them before I slowly went upward, traveling up her slit until I found the firm knob of her clit. It was already swollen and I realized that the vibrations were doing to her what they were doing to me. I began moving my fingers over her clit as I pushed my cock against her back, savoring the intense vibrations saturating my balls and the soft feel of her skin along my shaft. Diane, in response to my fingering her clit, moved her hips from side to side, her ass sliding over the seat in the wetness that seeped from her. My cock rolled with her as she wiggled there and as I felt the pleasure building inside, I began moving my fingers faster, darting them from her clit, down to her opening to gather lubrication and then back to her clit. She moaned as she rocked on the seat, her every movement teasing my cock more and more. I heard the scooter slow a bit, but before I could comprehend what Diane was doing, I felt the intense waves of pleasure flow from my balls, up through my cock and I came, shooting my warm cum up her back. I pulled her back tight against my cock and felt the hot, sticky liquid smear over her back and my stomach. By then the scooter had stopped, but Diane kept revving the engine as my fingers played with her clit. I reached one hand up and grabbed her breast, kneading it, letting the nipple slide in and out between my fingers. Her ass lifted up off the seat as she pumped up against my hand, screaming, "Yes, yes, faster, please faster." I continued fingering her clit with one hand, while I took the other from her breast and reached down, quickly finding her wet pussy. I pushed three fingers into her, hard and deep, as she groaned and shuddered. She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and moaned, "Oh yes, god yes." I felt her muscles go taut as she strained and came, her body convulsing in the ecstasy. She eased off the gas and the scooter engine slowed to a mild purr as she thrust herself over my fingers one last time. She held herself there, her back arched, her ass nearly a foot above the seat, impaled on my three fingers for what seemed like forever. My arms began to ache a bit trying to hold firm against her. Finally, she sighed and eased back down onto the seat, her breathing fast and uneven. I moved my fingers from her clit, but left my three fingers inside her. Holding her tight, I felt her body completely melt against mine and I ever-so-slowly let my fingers slip out of her, resting my hands on her thighs. We both paused there a moment, our feet on the ground balancing the scooter between our legs. I rested my head on her shoulder as we caught our breath. A short while later, I moved my hands from her thighs, reached up and gently cupped her breasts. Squeezing closer to her, I felt my limp cock slide against her back as I whispered, "You are incredible." Diane then turned, stared into my eyes and then kissed me, hard and long. Her tongue coaxed mine from my mouth as she sucked me into her, my tongue then rolled over her teeth and around her tongue before circling the perimeter of her lips. We breathed hard through our noses, fighting to catch our breath without releasing from our kiss. Finally, we pulled apart with an audible smack. "Foreplay?" I asked. Her eyebrow cocked sharply and suddenly I felt an odd chill, a touch of fear that something was coming, something like I've never known before. She slowly smiled and whispered, "foreplay." Then she revved the scooter and we headed back toward the parking lot and my 1951 Indian Chief. Diane drove the scooter a bit slower as we headed back and we were able to talk a bit rolling through the forest. "You have quite a special bike there, do you know that?" she asked. "I know it's special, I inherited from my uncle," I replied, "and he explained to me it was. I mean, I had heard of the Indian Chief, but really didn't... don't know the entire history. My uncle just told me to keep the bike in the best shape as possible, that it would be worth a lot of money one day." "Oh yes, back then all the real bikers were on them, those that could afford a real bike. You know, I lost my virginity on a '53." "On the bike itself?" "For sure," she answered, "Mind you, the bike was a sparkling new, bright red, beauty, and it was just before my nineteenth birthday. Chester and I had been hanging out together for a while then, and we'd just started getting beyond the light petting stuff. He was older and more experienced, but had been patient with me. I finally had gotten the nerve to reach into his pants and touch him and I'd let him use his fingers on me. "Anyway, one day when I was at his house, we had gotten pretty hot and heavy on the couch. I had pretty much decided that today was the day we'd. well go all the way, when a few friends showed up and our plans changed. Chester and I quickly got ourselves together and went out to the bike. I was wearing a short skirt, but brazenly kicked my leg up over the seat and sat down. My mother would have been mortified seeing me straddling the seat like that, but hell, she was mortified already that I would spend time with someone who owned a bike like that. "We drove off with Chester and I in front and the two other bikes trailing us. Well, the combination of our earlier petting and the feel of the bike between my legs had me really going, I mean my panties were absolutely soaked. I pulled myself tight against him, my nipples poking hard onto his back, my thighs pulled as tight to him as I could." I felt my cock stiffening again as I listened to her story. I pulled myself tight against her as she continued. "We stopped at a stop sign outside of town and Chester waved the two other bikes to go on ahead. He then asked me to hop off the bike and I felt him reach up under my skirt. He pulled off my wet panties and tossing them to the side of the road. Chester then spread a towel over the gas tank and helped me climb up. With his cock hard and ready, he had me gently slide down to him as I slowly took him inside me. "It hurt a bit, but once I had most of him inside me, he told me to relax and lay back. I leaned back, letting my back rest on the gas tank. I spread my arms out on the handle bars and he revved up and headed off. "With the vibrations and the feeling of air rushing over me, I soon forgot about the pain and simply closed my eyes and let myself feel it all. By the time we got the two other bikes in sight, I could tell Chester was about to pop. Well, he sped up the bike and just as he blew past his friends, he came, pushing forward into me, lifting my ass up off the gas tank. I was amazed how he could do that and still remain composed enough to keep the bike up. "I didn't come that first time, but every time after that I did." We had reached the parking lot and she pulled alongside of my bike. We paused, just looking the bike over for a minute, I then climbed off her scooter and asked, "You don't have a towel do you?" Smiling, she reached down, lifted the seat cushion on her scooter and pulled a towel out of the small storage compartment. She held up a small vial of lubricant and whispered, "Just in case." I climbed on my bike and started it up, then waited as Diane climbed on behind me. We sped off, back towards the trees while I pondered this amazing woman. Here I was, surrounded by women in their twenties and thirties and I am completely blown away by this seventy-year old, whose only concession to her age that I could see, was that vial of lubricant. Entering the woods, I felt her hands reach down and firmly grab my cock, which stiffened immediately. Her hands glided over its length, applying a generous amount of the lube. I slowed the bike down, but she shouted over my shoulder, "No, go a little bit further, you'll see a turn off on the right." "You mean up there?" I asked and pointed to a construction sign. "Yes." "But there's a construction sign." "That's the place, trust me." I pulled up to the turn and carefully rolled past some barricades. Off to one side, a large, yellow piece of construction equipment was shrouded in the shade. Across the road was a small office trailer that was locked up tight. I scanned the road ahead and saw that the middle of the roadway was clear, but along one side was a long pile of debris, obviously scraped from the road. I stopped the bike and while Diane climbed off from behind me, I looked closer at the road surface. Wide grooves had been scored across the road, leaving a rough, bumpy surface. "Are you ready?" she asked. "I think so," I replied, holding her hand as she placed the towel on the gas tank and kicked one foot over, straddling the bike. Resting her feet on my thighs, she leaned back and grabbed the handlebars and eased down onto the towel. Speechless, I gazed at her, her breasts, jiggling slightly from the vibrations of the bike, curved down to her nipples, which pointed firmly up to me. The dark nipples and areola standing out like dark chocolate on her light skin. I reached my left hand to her right breast and gently kneaded it, savoring the loose softness of it, then sliding my palm over the firm peak of her nipple. Looking downward, I saw some faint marking across her stomach, and a touch of loose skin wrinkled at her hips, but saw she still had a beautiful curve to her body that I couldn't help but run my hand over. The tight, light curls of pubic hair had touches of gray through it that seemed to sparkle in the mottled sunlight shining through the trees. Below, her lips were swollen, obviously ready for me. I looked up at her face and noticed a proud smile as she patiently let me look at her body. "You are beautiful," I said. "You flatter me, but thank you," she replied, taking her hair, which she had fastened into a rough braid, and tossing it onto her chest and stomach. "Don't want to get tangled up in the works," she said, sliding herself down to me. Still holding onto the handlebars with one hand, she guided my cock into herself with the other. I felt her eyes on me as I watched and felt her slowly flow over me. The firm walls of her cunt slid easily over my well lubed shaft and feeling her warmth envelope me, I closed my eyes and sighed loudly. She then moved her feet, resting her thighs on mine and leaned back onto the towel padding. Stretching her arms out to the end of each handlebar she smiled, whispering "It gets even better." Grabbing one of my hands, she moved it, revving the bike as shouted above the roar, "Let's ride!" Trying to concentrate on the road, I started up, speeding up to about thirty miles an hour or so. Even at that slow speed, we were both overcome by the movement of the bike over the heavy grooves in the pavement. The uneven bouncing of the bike had the back of the bike bouncing upward, as the front came down, basically pushing Diane and I together and then drawing us apart. My cock was pistoning in and out of her wet pussy, at an incredible rate, without any effort from us. I sped up a bit more, feeling the incredible sensation of her soft, wet cunt sliding up and down on me at an unbelievable rate. Looking down at Diane, I saw the muscles in her thighs and stomach flexing as she gave herself to the pleasure. I varied the speed of the bike, changing the speed of the penetrations into her beautiful body. My attention shot back and forth from looking at the road ahead and gazing down at her body as she slid up and down over my cock. Her face and chest flushed to a deep red and I could hear her moans over the sound of the engine. Watching her get closer and closer, I felt myself responding, the intense pleasure building in my balls and along my pistioning shaft. Just as I was sure she was going to come, the ride got suddenly smooth as we passed out of the construction zone. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped, "Please, please, turn around. Hurry, turn around." I slowed the bike and quickly turned around and then sped back toward the grooved pavement. I looked down at her and she gazed at me, her face tense in anticipation, needing just a little more. The bike roared out onto the grooved pavement and I felt the sensations rush over me again, this time more intense, fueled by the brief smooth ride and the pause in the thrusts. Godiva on the Scooter The shuddering thrusts rolled over us again as everything about us, our entire being became only cock and cunt crashing together and pulling apart. so fast, so wet, so. Suddenly I felt the sensations of her pussy tightening and relaxing over my shaft, as she came. I sped up to increase the intensity of our thrusts until I felt her body relax. I slowed the bike to let her recover, but no sooner than she began to calm, she moaned loudly and came again, shouting, "Oh fuck me Ches." and then stopped, bit her lip, opened her eyes and stared into my eyes, screaming, "Fuck me Jack, fuck me now." I accelerated and the bike rocketed down the roadway as my cock pummeled into her, my balls slapping against her ass at an incredible rate. I felt the pressure building in them and felt ready to explode. Fighting hard to keep enough attention on the bike to avoid crashing, I came, my cock convulsing in spurt after spurt of cum into her wet, wet pussy. Even as I slowed the bike, my cock continued pounding into her, oozing the last drops of jism into her. Finally slowing the bike to a stop, I grabbed her and pulled her to me, crushing her breast on my chest, my cock still buried deep inside her. "My god Diane, I've never felt anything like that," I shouted, feeling her continue to pulse around me. "Shhh, you've stalled out the engine, you don't need to shout," she replied. Releasing my arms from her, I realized the bike wasn't running and that we had nearly returned to the start of the road construction. Nodding at the smooth road ahead I said, a bit more quietly, "Looks like we just barely made it. It's smooth road ahead." "We could always turn around and go back again," she said, smiling slyly. Looking down and seeing my cock begin to slip from her I whispered, "I don't know, I may need a bit of smooth road." She gave me a kiss and then paused pensively. "What?" I asked. "I wanted to ask you something, and if the answer is no, I'll understand." I tilted my head, a bit perplexed, "What could you possibly ask that I'd say no to? Especially after." My cock slipped completely out of her to finish my sentence. "Can I drive your bike?" "Of course," I replied, helping her off the bike. I quickly restarted it and slid back on the seat as she stepped in front of me. Letting her grab the controls, I wrapped my arms and pulled up tight against her, feeling my cock, still wet from our cum press limply against her back. "Mmmm," she replied, easing the bike forward. She followed the smooth road back to the parking lot as we talked. "I want to see you again," I said. "You can, just come back for the next celebration." "You mean next year? The next National Nude day?" "Well if you want to wait that long, but we actually have a nude day here three times during the year. National Nude Day is our big celebration, but we have two others here too. I'll be at all three," she replied. "What are the other two celebrations?" "Well one is a regional nude day, a new celebration here, like the National Nude Day. The other one we've been holding for years, called the Di June Nude Festival." "How long has that been going on?" "Let me tell you a story about that," she said, "We had a pretty uptight town back then in the late seventies, not real accommodating to nude bikers, especially those having sex. Well, seems some odd lady decided to take on the foolish Mayor. spent an entire week riding around on a 1953 Indian Chief completely in the nude, with only her hair to cover her." "Kind of like a Lady Godiva?" "Something like that, except when Godiva did it, she braded her hair, so it covered nothing. When she rode, the governor abolished the taxes to the townspeople, because it was such a beautiful thing. When this lady rode, it got the Mayor to finally allow the festival out at the park here. He agreed just to get the old lady to stop riding." "Wait a minute, you said the lady was riding an Indian Chief, just like your husband's." "Ah. you see, my name used to be Diane Di June, when I was married to Chester. Of course the Festival wasn't named after me though, no, it was named after a politician, the Mayor at the time, the one who finally gave in." "The Mayor was also named Di June?" "Yep, Mayor Chester Di June junior." "Your." "My son," she said with a greedy smile. "I had to promise him to only ride the bike nude at the festivals here in the park." "Where is he now?" "He's retired and at home. Heaven's knows he won't show his face around here, but you probably met his son." "Really?" "You know that pain in the ass deputy at the park entrance." "You mean the rude." "Oh yes, he's got a bit of his father's old attitude in him. Well, that's none other than Chester Di June III. He was rowdy this morning, but I calmed him down a bit, I threatened to take a trek into town on my scooter. I think he's been pretty quiet since." "Your scooter? What happened to the Indian Chief?" "Well I lost that in a game of strip poker," she replied wryly, "but that's an entirely different story." She stopped the bike next to her scooter and daintily climbed off. "When's the next festival?" I asked as she climbed onto the scooter. "It's in September, stop by and pick up a brochure from your buddy, Chester III." "You've got him passing out brochures?" "Either that or I go a-riding," she laughed, revving up her scooter and shooting off. I could only wait and watch as the most incredible woman I could ever meet, went scooting across the park, her long blonde hair, flowing freely in the breeze. My Godiva on a scooter. for at least a day, National Nude Day. Godiva Her face burned as she moved her hands. She had never had anyone just want to just look at her, they had always wanted to touch, to have her immediately, she felt confused, but she did as he wished, her nipples now protruding, erect as the cool air brushed over them. Robert sat and sipped his drink as he watched her... drinking her in. and once again made the comparison with her and the drink.. "Ahh sweet, intoxicating chocolate" His eyes trailed up her legs to her neatly trimmed dark patch, and continued further to her breasts. God. Thos breasts. He rose slowly, and stepped near to her... his free left hand reached to cup her chin, to raise her face so he could look into her eyes. "Cynthia, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I want only to please you right now. I won't hurt you, Cynthia. I would never hurt you... " And he leaned in to softly kiss her lips, bending his body so that only the hand on her chin and their lips were touching. He straightened up and moved his left hand, pushing her right elbow back, her left following, lifting her full, firm breasts. Next, his left hand moved down her arm, along her side, so very lightly, stopping only a moment at the side of her breast, then moving to cup it, lift it, his thumb rolling across her taut nipple. She stepped toward him, wanting to feel his body pressed to hers... wanting to give herself to him totally. She wanted to help him undress. She wanted to please him, she reached to place her arms around his neck to kiss him again, but he gently pushed her back, speaking softly "Not now, Cynthia... there will be time for that later. Right now I want you, I want to get to know you, to learn you, to explore you..." She moaned softly. She loved his gentle touch. But she was confused by his calm. Most men had wanted to grab at her and have her satisfy them. Robert had never approached a woman sexually like this before, not the first time, but he was determined not to scare Cynthia away, and oh how he wanted to explore her... he had never felt this way before. He wanted to make love to her, to ravish her now, here, but his desire to explore her first, to learn about her was so much stronger. He resisted his urges to take her now, here... He set the glass on the table, placing his right hand on her left hip, he turned he around slowly to face the table. Robert moved to the side of the table intently looking at her "Bend down, my dear... stretch your arms out toward the end of the table." He chuckled wickedly. "The table should feel so good against those lovely breasts." "Where is this going Robert?" Cynthia looked at him for only a moment, then, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, moved to press her hips against the end of the table. But that serious look turned into a questioning one. "Robert?… that's a first." Without saying it, she knew he was not impressed. "Sorry Sir" With that she bent forward laying her upper body on the table, her arms stretched toward the opposite end. The table did feel wonderful, smooth and warm. "My dear Cynthia, do you think I would do anything do you that you wouldn't want?" The question wasn't one that needed and answer. This was all strange to her but it was also exciting. She knew she wanted him badly and she found herself wanting to submit to him totally. As he spoke to her, he removed a scarf she had holding her hair together, letting her hair fall around her head on the table. He gently brushed her cheek with his fingers and lightly ran the scarf along her back. She shivered with the sensation that one simple movement brought to her. "I will be leaving you for just a while, but I must do this first" he said looking into her eyes. He held the scarf up within her view then moved into position to blindfold her. Surprisingly, she didn't resist. "I know I can trust you to remain like this. I will only be gone a minute". With that he got up. She heard his footsteps fading. Oh god!!.. What was happening here? She felt so good and very surprised by her submissiveness. How did this happen she thought with a slight smile. She heard him coming back. "I see you have been good" He cleared the few books which were still on the table. He had brought back with him a few neck ties. He put one on each of the table legs opposite where she lay. She felt him reach for her right hand. And wrap something around her wrist. She felt a little tug and her hand moved forward. She tried to move it but couldn't. What was he doing? He did the same with the other hand. Still she didn't panic. She knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Cynthia startled and tensed, gasping loudly when she felt a drop of cold liquid on her lower back, and she felt it running into her ass crack, immediately following was his tongue, darting out to lick the liquid. His warm tongue was so welcoming after the sudden coldness on her skin. He had felt her tensed when he poured the Godiva unto her. And when he bent to accept the drink, he enjoyed the silkiness of her skin, the smoothness on his tongue. He stood up running his hand along the centre of her back. Her buttocks and legs tightened when she felt his other hand kneading her, exploring the flesh of her exposed and open bottom. She gasped when she felt his hand as he touched her sex, her body beginning to shake. She wanted to touch him to pull her to him, but she couldn't. She moaned. Oh how she wanted this man... and she wanted him badly! He took two fingers and began to stretch and roll Cynthia's clit in them, stretching it further... feeling her reaction, hearing her moans, seeing her flinch as he played with her. This was the most passionate woman he had ever been with. She was passionate in a way he never had anticipated, or experienced. She was so responsive to him. He wanted to please her... and to bring her pleasure beyond any that he had ever given... beyond any she had ever received... Robert's hand moved further down, his middle finger spreading the folds of her sex. She was swollen, her womanhood extended beyond the lips of her sex... and she was hot and wet. Cynthia was lost in the wonders of her arousal as the fingers expertly plied her sex. Instinctively, she drew her legs together, wanting to hold him there, humping against his hand and the edge of the table, needing release. "Ahh ahh ahh, I was afraid of this Cynthia Darling, so I came prepared." She felt him leave her, only to return with his hands at her ankles, urging her legs apart. She felt him secure the fabric to one leg and then another, attaching each to the legs of the table and Cynthia was forced to stand spread legged, on the balls of her feet, tightening her well formed calves. Robets's hands explored Cynthia's legs as he knelt behind her, the very same legs he had secretly lusted at. She shifted and her calves tightened more, opening her sex to his view... and his use. Slowly and deliberately, Robert worked his way up her body with his hands and tongue.. the insides of her ankles, her calves, and when he reached that sensitive area behind her knees, he used a light touch that seemed to drive her wild with passion as a loud moan escaped her lips. His hands instinctively moved to massaging her inner thighs as he slowly kissed his way up. When he got to her ass, he gently bit on the soft flesh. Startled she gasped and he began licking and sucking her cheeks, followed by a series of random bites… oh how he wanted her, he wanted to taste the sweetness of her wet glistening pussy, but he wanted her to literally beg for it. I wanted to know that she wanted it as badly as he did. He would continue his teasing. Robert began to lightly blow across her entire pubic area. She moaned louder in response and fought against her restraints to push herself back unto his mouth. Oh how she wanted him to touch her at her very centre, she needed him, and the teasing was beginning to frustrate her. "Oh oh, this feels soo good" she purred. Hearing this only egged him on, he moved his lips to her inner thigh and imparted light caresses on his way up. When he finally reached her mound, the core of this woman's passion, he reached out with his tongue and slightly tickled her. She moaned even more "Oh please please stop your teasing, I need you please, suck me, please suck my pussy" Hearing her words he began his assault in earnest, licking up and down her slit, then penetrating her lips with his tongue. Moving down towards her clit, capturing the swollen bud causing a serge through her body that made her moan even louder than before. As she shivered from first contact, he began his sucking with such an intensity. God she tasted so good, she was intoxicating, and he wanted to drink her, all of her, he wanted to draw her juices out of her and taste it. As he worked on her his hand reached at her entrance he inserted one finger, feeling her muscles allow him in the grip his fingers. Oh she was so, sweet, and tight and warm. Removing his finger he trailed it up to her puckered hole., lubricating it with her sweet juices. He inserted the finger gently pushing past the first sphincter of muscle. With him working furiously at her clit, that was all it took to push her totally over the edge. Cynthia began to convulse in torrents as her the peak of her orgasm rocked through her body. She squirmed and panted as he kept up the stimulation, crying out as two more followed. Never before had she cum like this. "Oh Robert, ahhhh…" was all she was able to mutter. He didn't seem to mind her calling by his name this time. And he really didn't mind. He actually loved the way she cried out his name, and he knew by the end of the night she was going to be shouting it. He raised up and walked around to the side of the table, gently caressing her back. "Ohh, my little Godiva you have pleased me so much, you are so sweet and beautiful and..." he trailed of as if in a daze from being between her legs. He removed the blind fold lowering his lips to her. Cynthia accepted his lips in a passionate kiss, tasting her juices, the juices he so enjoyed. "Oh Robert, it is you who have pleased me, but I want you, more of you, I want …" she seemed at lost for words. He got up and made his way around the table, releasing her, limb by limb. "Tell me Cynthia, Tell me what is it you want" he said as he assisted her up ff the table, guiding her into a sitting position. "I want you Robert. I want to feel you, I want to feel your cock, I want you to fill me, I want you to take me... for I am yours" He stepped infront of her, embracing her. Oh god how he wanted her. He bent taking one nipple into his mouth, sending her wild. Her hands fumbled at his pant waist. How she needed him. He couldn't stand it any more. He needed her. NOW. He hurriedly assisted her in removing his clothes. Kicking his pants off he embraced her again, feeling her breasts, the breasts he loved for the first time against his bare skin. She pulled herself forward on the table grinding her pelvis against his throbbing hard-on. He didn't need any more encouragement. He lined up his cock with the entrance of her wetness, her sweetness. It pressed between her glistening pussy lips, he paused for a moment stroking her. Then slowly he began pushing his cock into her. She relaxed letting him in. Pausing, he draws out and then pushes another inch into her, he began a slow pushing and thrusting momentum. He buried his face in her neck, as he revelled in the sweetness of her pussy. God!!, she was intoxicating,. His momentum built as she wrapped her legs around his thighs, urging him to take her deeper, harder. He could feel her arousal and excitement grow, feel the heat of her wet sex as he took her. He could feel her matching his strokes with her own passion. He began to deepen his thrusts even more, plunging into her, she felt her body beginning to twitch deep down inside. She knew what was coming, she started trashing, gripping is back, pulling her self up onto him, off the table as her orgasm hits her body. An immense wrenching pull inside. She couldn't help but cry out his name and push up at him, moaning, as she contracted around him. Her cheeks squeezed against his grasp as he held her up, furiously pushing his cock into her. It was not long before he could feel the approach of his climax, the thick juices gathering for their explosive journey through the thick vein of his cock. His legs tightened and his fingers dug into her ass as he pumped into her, faster and faster. As he felt the convulsions of her orgasm begin to grip his swollen manhood, his back arched, and he let out a guttural moan against her neck as he released his seed while deep within her... exploding again and again as she spasmed around him. When he was fully spent, he rested leaning against her, his breathing ragged, heart pounding. He could feel her heartbeat in her sex, feel it grip him as he rested in her, as his manhood began, reluctantly, to lose its rigidity, to pull from her until, finally, it slipped from her, leaving her open, wet with her juices, empty. "Oh Robert.. you are just what I've needed" she whispered. "Yes yes Baby you are what I need too, now and always. And you're not going anywhere tonight" She smiled. She didn't want to be anywhere else. * * * She now sat yet another Friday in his class. However this one she was in more of a torment than the last. Since she had left his house on Saturday morning, they had not spoken. Classes were just as normal. He treated her with the usual courtesy, nothing so much of a hint as to what had happened between them. How could he do this? Did he use her? What was this supposed to mean? Was this the betrayal of yet another man in her life? She was confused. Robert had brought out emotions in her that she didn't know existed. For the rest of the heavenly night they had made love, with him taking him time, pleasing her, bringing her to heights of ecstasy over and over. The things he told her, of how he wanted to be with her. Now here she was. None the less she had completed his paper and handed it in Thursday. She had worked hard on it. Wanting to please him more than ever. Now she felt as though she should be regretting this. She should have worked on it for her, not to please him. Not after him treating her this way. She looked up at him as he walked over to her desk dropping the returned paper on it, turning abruptly and walking back to the front. She anxiously looked at it. No Grade?!?!.. There was nothing. She paged through the paper and there on the very last page was a note. "My dear Godiva. See me to discuss your grade" She looked up and he was looking at her and she saw a twinkle in his eyes. She felt a sudden rush of emotions, happy and relieved. How could she ever have doubted him?