"You're too funny, John," Nora said trying to control her laughter. Nora was feeling the happiest for the longest time. Or since she could remember for that matter. When she came downstairs, she was treated to a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and strawberries and crème which were prepared by John. The meal was very lighthearted and he made her laugh nearly the entire time. Nora realized that they had been sitting at the table for over an hour, and knew that John must have things to tend to that day.
She stood up and smiled warmly at him, gathering her plates. "Alright, I think it's time to take care of all of these dishes. You worked hard at making the meal so there is no way I'm letting you clean up."
"Just a few more minutes," he answered winking at her.
"No, no, no. You said that five minutes ago. Now I know you need to go into town to tend to business." She came around the table to reach for John's plate. She was caught off guard, though when John's hand grabbed her wrist. Gently it traveled up her arm and back down again, letting go reluctantly.
"Thank you," he said. He was looking at her as if he wanted to say more, but did not.
Nora smiled at him shyly, and then turned towards the kitchen with the dishes.
In the kitchen she filled a large basin with water she had heated and then proceeded to wash the dishes. As she cleaned, her mind began to wander to other things. Her thoughts immediately turned to the sketch-book in the bathroom. So, he had been thinking about her. Hmmm, and quite a bit from the looks of those drawings! She couldn't help but smile. Maybe he really didn't care at all about the woman who had visited for dinner. He certainly hadn't drawn any pictures of her! Feeling in good spirits, Nora began singing one of her favorite songs and swaying her hips as she finished up the cleaning. Minutes later she was interrupted.
"You have an excellent voice."
Nora nearly jumped out of her boots to find John standing just a few feet away from her. She had thought he would have left for town already.
"John," she gasped. "You scared me. I thought you left. Otherwise I wouldn't have been singing knowing you were nearby!" Playfully she threw the dishrag at him.
Having good reflexes he caught it quickly and tossed it into the basin. "Think you could get rid of me so easily?"
"You need to get to work my dear," she giggled. "Now if you will excuse me, I think I'm going to go straighten up the dining room." As she attempted to walk past him, he immediately blocked her way.
"That can wait," he answered, backing her up against the counter. His hands rested on the counter on either side of her, blocking her in. "You're beautiful...you know that?"
"Thank you," she whispered, not sure of what else to say.
"There's so many things I want to do to you, Nora. I'm very sure you know exactly what I mean when I say that...don't you?"
Playing innocent Nora shook her head. "I'm sorry John. I...I don't quite know what you're talking about." Suddenly she was feeling quite warm.
A grin spread across John's face. "No, I think you do, sweetheart. You were looking at my sketch-book while you were in the bath, weren't you. And don't lie. I realized I had left it in there the day before, and thought I should move it incase any of the slaves were to clean in there. Well, I went upstairs before I came in here, and what should I see but prints on the book that had to have been left by wet hands. Can you explain?"
"I didn't mean to," she answered quickly, knowing she was caught. "I was just curious as to what it was. But I just looked at it very quickly and..."
"Did you touch yourself when you were looking at it?" His hand moved up her right arm and then came to rest on her breast. He caressed it lightly and then allowed his fingers to stroke it back and forth, feeling her nipple already hard and at attention. Nora shook her head. "Tell the truth, sweetheart," he ordered her in a sing-song voice. John slowly began to unbutton the front of her dress down to her stomach. Beneath she wore a pink chemise. John leaned forward and took a hard nipple through the material into his mouth, causing Nora to moan. Reaching downward he pulled her dress up to her stomach. His hand slipped beneath her knickers to find her pussy beginning to ooze juices. He stroked her plump lips and then slowly began to circle her exposed clit.
Nora cried out, holding his head to her chest. Between the feeling of the silky material and the wetness of his mouth against her nipple and his hand between her legs, she nearly thought she would scream, but refrained from it, knowing that someone may run into the kitchen to investigate. She stroked John's long dark hair, not wanting him to stop. Grudgingly he pulled away his hand and his mouth and asked her again, "Did you touch yourself when you saw the drawing of us fucking?"
"Yes," she answered, lifting her head high to look him squarely in the eye. Nora realized that she shouldn't be ashamed to admit this to him. She also knew it was about time she quit playing shy and let him know how she felt. "It made me wet looking at the picture with the two of together." She reached up and put her hands around his neck and stood on tippy toe to get closer to him. "Truth is," she said, leaning upward and biting his lip gently, "there are many things that I want to do to you too."
