Eliza was a pretty girl. She was petite and blonde with pretty blue eyes and a dazzling smile that showed off her dimples. And she was spoiled. Her mother and father loved her to pieces, sparing nothing to give her whatever her heart desired.
They lived on a plantation, a large sprawling thing. Eliza sometimes felt it was too gaudy, a relic of her grandparents. But the spacious lands allowed for Eliza to spend her days in sunshine and play as a child and for daydreaming and happy sighing as a teenager.
Earlier that year, in the Spring of 1845, little Eliza turned eighteen and the suitors began to court. Eliza's father, as any other in his position, was leery of the young men, handsome and homely alike, who came to profess their undying love and brag of their own riches. He had little to worry for, however, as Eliza had yet to find a man to catch her fancy.
That was, until Big John arrived.
John Jackson, or Big John as he was nicknamed by the slave foreman, was the biggest man Eliza had ever seen. On the day of his arrival, she was hiding in the pecan grove lining the drive up to the main house. The man was wrapped in chains and the porters bringing the man watched him from the corners of their eyes. Eliza crept closer to the drive, hoping to catch a better glimpse. The man was bald, although she saw that it was not from age but shearing. He had tight muscles and a perfectly sculpted jawline. He was beautiful.
The men passed her hiding place. Eliza counted to ten and walked back through the grove and around the pond. She climbed a sturdy oak tree, her dress snagging on small limbs. When she was high enough, she was able to see the majority of the slave quarters, where she knew the man would end up. She waited. And waited. Eventually, Eliza saw her father and the slave foreman walk Big John to a cabin. Eliza inhaled. It was one of the nearest to her own hiding place in the tree. She watched as her father ambled back to the big house and the foreman show Big John around.
When she heard her name being called from her own home, Eliza dropped from the branches laughing at her skirts flew up around her face.
"Whoa, there!" a deep voice said. Eliza turned. It was Big John! How had she not noticed the man? "Are you all right, Miss?" Eliza couldn't find her voice. Her eyes were wide and she was staring, although her mother frequently scolded her for being rude.
"Yes, I am perfectly fine," she said when she found her voice. "If you'll excuse me, I must be going." The girl half ran and half skipped to the house to see what was needed. She put Big John to the back of her mind to save for later that night.
The house finally quieted, her parents to bed with a night cap, her younger brothers and sisters asleep in the nursery. Eliza looked out her window and across the pond looking for Big John, but of course she couldn't see him. She settled in her large four-poster bed.
Eliza pulled her light cotton nightdress up and over her head. She made a small nest in her pillows so that each touch felt as what she dreamed a man's intimate caress would feel. She closed her eyes and thought of Big John, his large body. She imagined that body naked in the light of the moon streaming in the window. Sweat ran down his body, in her mind, and down down down to that place only men had. A shudder ran through Eliza's body. She felt between her legs. She was soaking wet.
Using her own juices as lubrication, Eliza worked her fingers around and around, up and down. Over the last few years, with so few opportunities for this expression, Eliza learned how her body needed to be sated. She found the spot. She gasped for breath, grinding her pussy against her own wet hand over and over and over. She stuck one finger inside of her and moved in and out until at last a flow of juices poured from her. Eliza licked her fingers clean, hoping to hide some evidence. Her breathing returned to normal and then slowed as she drifted off to sleep.
Eliza found her obsession with Big John only grew. She followed him constantly, always hiding in a branch or behind a shed. The other slaves paid her no attention; they were far used to Miss Eliza's wanderings, despite the fierce warnings from her parents. In the end, they decided if it made her happy then so be it. And so she did as she pleased.
One sunny September afternoon, Eliza slipped up. She had been following Big John a little too closely, becoming careless as the time had gone on. She followed him out past the pecan groves, past the pond, past the smallest tobacco field and the main potato field until they were in a grassy meadow. What on earth is he doing out here, Eliza thought to herself. Lost in thought, she didn't notice when he stopped.
"Why have you been following me?" the man began in an accusing tone. "Are you trying to get me in trouble with the master?" Eliza froze, terrified. She shook her head.
"N-no," she stuttered. She felt her eyes widen. "I was just...curious."
"Curious," the man said slowly. "About what?"
"About, well, you." The man stared at her for a long time. "You see, I was in the pecan groves when the porters brought you here. And I was peeking because you're really tall and I just...I don't know, I just wanted to, I guess." The man looked at her. She quivered, afraid. But also excited, for some reason. The man smiled.
