Lady Emilia had not been long in the Russian court and at first she had been surprised and pleased by its splendour, but had quickly became aware of the hostility towards her as a foreigner and wary of the complex and dangerous webs of intrigue in which this society was so seeped. As a young and beautiful English lady she might have hoped for a love match, but her father's debts had ensured that she had been married-off to the rich Count Ribanov, an arrangement made to safeguard her family's business interests in Russia. The old Count may have been wealthy, but Emilia's flawless beauty, flowing blond hair and promise of youthful fertility was more than a fair exchange. She had been acquired by the Count to produce an heir and other children of good aristocratic stock.
Needless to say, the early few months of her marriage had been far from a happy time for Emilia, yet she put her best face forward as expected and taught to her from her own strict upbringing within the English gentry.
The Count had proved to be a poor lover, ugly and deeply unkind to Emilia, but it quickly became apparent that he was more interested in drinking, gambling and the company of other men than spending time with his new bride, or sharing her bed. She began to take long rides in the countryside on her beautiful white horse, which for a while helped her to forget her increasing loneliness.
On one such ride, her mount reared suddenly at the hissing of an Adder in the long grass and she had tumbled violently into an icy stream, knocked briefly unconscious and in serious danger of drowning. When she had awoken, she was freezing, soaked and in some pain, but being carried to safety in the strong arms of a handsome young man in the braided green uniform of a cavalry officer. By good fortune, Captain Alexander Petrov of a Cossack Regiment had been delivering a dispatch to the Count's estate and having seen her fall, galloped over to scoop Emilia from the water just in the nick-of-time.
On returning to the summer palace, Count Ribanov had chastised Emilia for her clumsiness, but thanked the Captain, who he knew as the young officer responsible for training the local militia. As a Cossack, Alexander or Sasha as he was better known, was a fine horseman and so the Count gruffly suggested that Sasha could teach Emilia to ride a horse this time: "without falling off!" It was thus how Emilia came to spend pleasant hours with Sasha learning special Cossack ways of riding that were not usually taught to members of the fairer sex.
There was clearly a frisson of attraction between the two young people, but both were keenly aware of their duty and the risks of anything more than mild flirting. This didn't stop Emilia day-dreaming of handsome Sasha and especially his sparkling blue eyes and firm body, while she soaped herself in the heat of her copper bath. Sometimes her hand would snake down slowly between her long legs and she would gently rub the lips of her pussy and the sensitive little clit above, gasping quietly with pleasure.
