Elizabeth, the billionaire's daughter.
Decades ago there were discrete advertisements in the Herald Tribune International edition seeking appropriate partners for very rich women. Applications would go to appropriately discrete companies in Zürich. In this modern age with many times more billionaires there is a whole new approach to finding suitable candidates for marriage. So it was that Elizabeth's parents put out feelers to find a husband for their only daughter Elizabeth who had just finished university and was starting to learn the ropes in the family business. She was unaware of these inquiries on her behalf. Her parents looked at the candidates and agreed that one of them, Robert, who was appropriately wealthy and whose bloodlines including being one of the descendants of an illegitimate son of the King a few centuries ago.
The super-rich do not go to normal establishments like everybody else. They have other considerations, such as being protected from kidnapping and the advances of gold-diggers of both sexes, seeking to improve their fortunes. They meet at very large parties held in the enormous mansions owned by their peers. It was somehow organised that Robert would go to one of these parties and Elizabeth would be discreetly shepherded towards him to see if they could hit it off. At the first party Elizabeth had a few dances with Robert and at the next party a week later she had more dances and a longer conversation with him. She decided he looked like a potential husband and when she told her mother, she suggested that Elizabeth invite him for a picnic and some horse-riding at their country property.
Robert duly arrived and he and Elizabeth saddled the horses while she carried the lunch in a picnic basket. Elizabeth was very impressed at how proficient he was in saddling the horse and how well he rode. At least he was well trained in horsemanship. They rode out to the centre of the property to a little pavilion next to a small lake and had lunch. It was a warm summer's day and Elizabeth suggested having a swim but Robert demurred, saying that he did not have a costume.
Elizabeth and Robert both knew what they were there for - they were checking each other over to see whether they considered the other person to be marriage material. This wasn't necessarily a love match because both knew that there were more important considerations than love. Their interests had to align. They would grow to love each other if they got married and began to seek common goals like having children and raising a family and keeping their fortunes together. There were no rules of the game. Anything and everything could happen except that no sex was allowed until they were actually married, just in case they did not get married. The prenups would be drawn up on the basis that both parties were virgins and did not have previous children and a whole host of other things.
Elizabeth had never even been close to having a boyfriend before but she liked the cut and jib of Robert. She thought that he would make a good husband and importantly was not wealthier than she was.
"I haven't got a costume either but we can still have a swim."
She stood up and removed her blouse and jodhpurs and faced him with a nice white bra and lacy panties. Her breasts were a good shape and filled her bra nicely with more than a hint of flesh swelling beyond the edge. Her Mons Veneris was prominent and you could just see the shadow of her bush behind the lace. She looked ridiculous still wearing her riding boots but she didn't care. She wanted this relationship to go on. She had taken a fancy to Robert. She wanted the knight to show his lance.
"Come on. Don't you want to have a swim?"
He had never seen so much bare flesh on a woman in his life and this spurred him on to undress himself until he too was standing only with his underpants on and riding boots. There was a moment of hesitation before either of them would take the final step and reveal what they both desperately wanted to see. Elizabeth walked over to Robert and pulled down his underpants revealing what can only be considered a right royal penis of good length and shape. While she knew what to expect in a vague sort pf way, it was nevertheless a surprise to see an object that she knew was designed to penetrate her right up to the hilt. It was getting longer by the second and she imagined she could see the pulsing as it happened. When would it stop? There was no sense of fear but a realisation that her own vagina must be large enough to take it all in. That was a surprise.
She turned around for Robert to undo her bra and when it was off, turned around again so that he could pull her panties down revealing that she had a nicely trimmed bush of the same colour as her hair. She knew that this was the last barrier to revealing her nakedness to him and enabling access to her most private parts. She had no idea why at this moment her own hands failed her and she wanted him to do it. She wasn't going to give him her visual virginity. He would have to take it. It was a task that Robert was more than happy to do.
Elizabeth was not a timid, naive girl but a decisive person who had trained herself to get to the point and make decisions in her father's business. It would be hers one day and she needed to know how to run it. This situation was no different. She knew what the goal was and she knew what she wanted.
"Help me take my boots off." Elizabeth knew that when she sat down to do this and he lifted her leg to take her boot off she would be able to expose what she had been hiding between her legs. Would he turn out to be a crack horseman? First one boot, then another. The sight of her pussy had the desired effect and within seconds his right royal penis became even larger and longer, much to her delight.
Just as a person who has never had something get near their eye and experienced the instinctive reaction to close their eyelids, so Elizabeth had never had the instinctive reaction which occurs when a woman first sees a man's penis. The sight of Robert's penis caused that instinctive reaction and it suddenly became an object of intense interest. Her mind instinctively considered the possibility that it might soon enter her body. Positive emotional responses continued at the possibility that it could be put into that place that had never received any attention from her at all. She could feel the slightest bit of tingling and a ticklish feeling between her legs.
Robert had not missed the sight of her exposed crack even though it only lasted a few seconds. His life had been full of exposure to the sight of girls ogling him on campus who wore tight sweaters and T-shirts which showed their nipples poking through. There were plenty of very short skirts and glimpses of panties but he had never seen what had been hidden underneath. Now it was there in front of his eyes and the delightful aroma of something he had never experienced. He wanted more.
She took his hand and they walked down towards the little jetty where there was a boat moored.
"It's safe to jump in. The water is quite deep here."
She jumped and Robert followed and they frolicked in the water together for a while. They swam and talked until finally Elizabeth walked to the water's edge and walked back to the pavilion where she produced two towels and they dried themselves.
"That was very good, wasn't it? It's lovely and warm."
