I have been reading about soilders in the Revolutionary War and got to fantasizing. This is the first part of a story that has been going around my head for days. Please let me know what you think. I hope it doesn't come across too corny, but I didn't want to use too much of the language we use today. This is my first try, I'm a little scared. 
If people like it I have about 2 or 3 more installments. I'm not particularly concerned with historical accuracy, it was just a place to start. Oh, and cast Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs as Cpt. Rose!
It was worth the risk of stripping down to nothing to dip in to the cool, clear creek. The British Officers were meeting in the house and the soldiers were going about their daily duties in the back field. It was an extremely hot early summer day in Dilworthtown, Pennsylvania. The War was approaching its second year and the British had taken over my family home and farmland. I was only 18 and along with two of our servants, we were all that were left here. My father and brother were fighting for our young country, my mother died shortly after they left, and my sisters were in New York with their families.
I couldn’t imagine being out in the sun in full uniform practicing walking around while officers yelled at me. Instead, I laid in the creek and let the water rush over my body. I put my head back and wetted my long blonde hair. My breasts were peeking above the water. They had grown so much that my dress couldn’t hold them anymore. I started using some lace at the top of my bodice to maintain some modesty. The officers and soldiers would only look at my bosom when I served them their meals. I listened to the creek babble over the rocks. My nipples were hard from the crispness of the cold water. I slowly played with them. I rolled them between my fingers while I bit my lip. I pinched them and felt the warmness stir between my legs. I didn’t know why this sensation occurred, but I was finding myself trying to experience it more every day.
As I laid my head back in to the water I saw him. Cpt. Rose was standing on the bank between me and my clothes. I screamed and tried to hold myself below the water. As much as I could tell he was the most unpleasant officer in the regiment. I had no idea how he would react to my being naked in the middle of the day when I should be getting lunch ready for him and his fellow officers.
“Ms. Branch. Remove yourself from the water right now.” He said it in his calm, stern, deep voice that made even the most stubborn soldier obey his command. However, I protested. “But Captain, my dress!” “Now, Ms. Branch.” he said firmly. I walked as far as I could under the water, then stood and covered myself without much success. He did not move to allow me to get my clothes hanging on the tree behind him.
“Stand up straight, Ms. Branch.” I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, but I dared not say a thing. Slowly I straightened myself, still trying to cover my breasts, but doing a poor job. He looked me in the eye and said “Take yourself over there, Ms. Branch.” He pointed to the steep bank and I stepped toward it, there was a small mound I stepped up to and then I turned with my back to creekbank. He stood in front of me in his British Officers uniform and moved my arms to my side. I was completely exposed in front of him. No one except my sisters had ever seen me like this.
I was frightened. What was he going to do? I was shaking and a tear rolled down my cheek. “Is this what you do while you are supposed to be tending to our lunch? I dare say you aren’t the Lady you claim to be. You are a common rebel like the rest of them.” He then grabbed my breast and rubbed his thumb over my nipple hard, his hands were rough. His eyes never left mine. I started to quietly sob and closed my eyes. As tears rolled down my cheek he pushed me against the bank with is body. I felt the cold earth on my back.
He bent and hungrily took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked and flicked it with is tongue as he kneaded the other with his hand. I could hear his breath quicken. As frightened as I was I felt the same warmth I felt when I was tweaking the pink tips in the creek just moments ago. His hand left my breast and cupped my womanhood. I let out a small cry. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I found myself slick under his touch. He then started to unbutton his trousers. His hard member fell out of his pants. I had no idea what an erect penis looked like and it was quite frightening. Did he mean to rape me? There was no one I could call to. Whatever he wanted to do, he would.
He started to stroke himself while he continued to suckle my bosom. Both motions steadily increasing speed. His weight pushed me against the bank. The stubble on his face left my breasts red. He stood up and squeezed my breasts as he stroked his stiff member. He started to growl and groan and I watched him spill himself on my stomach. It was warm and sticky and dripping down in to my tuft of hair. The Captain leaned all his weight against me and shuddered as he caught his breath.
He then picked up his trousers and as he straightened himself he said “Clean yourself up and get to your work. Don’t expect me to make excuses for you. I expect lunch.”
He then walked up the bank toward the house. I was so confused. I didn’t understand the fear and pleasure I felt from the encounter. The Captain was a frightening and strong man. I didn’t know if I hoped to never see him again or did I hope to explore the way my body reacted to his touch. I cried as I cleaned him off my stomach and got the mud out of my hair. I quickly dressed and got to the kitchen as fast as I could.
If people like it I have about 2 or 3 more installments. I'm not particularly concerned with historical accuracy, it was just a place to start. Oh, and cast Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs as Cpt. Rose! It was worth the risk of stripping down to nothing to dip in to the cool, clear creek. The British Officers were meeting in the house and the soldiers were going about their daily duties in the back field. It was an extremely hot early summer day in Dilworthtown, Pennsylvania. The War was approaching its second year and the British had taken over my family home and farmland. I was only 18 and along with two of our servants, we were all that were left here. My father and brother were fighting for our young country, my mother died shortly after they left, and my sisters were in New York with their families.
I couldn’t imagine being out in the sun in full uniform practicing walking around while officers yelled at me. Instead, I laid in the creek and let the water rush over my body. I put my head back and wetted my long blonde hair. My breasts were peeking above the water. They had grown so much that my dress couldn’t hold them anymore. I started using some lace at the top of my bodice to maintain some modesty. The officers and soldiers would only look at my bosom when I served them their meals. I listened to the creek babble over the rocks. My nipples were hard from the crispness of the cold water. I slowly played with them. I rolled them between my fingers while I bit my lip. I pinched them and felt the warmness stir between my legs. I didn’t know why this sensation occurred, but I was finding myself trying to experience it more every day.
As I laid my head back in to the water I saw him. Cpt. Rose was standing on the bank between me and my clothes. I screamed and tried to hold myself below the water. As much as I could tell he was the most unpleasant officer in the regiment. I had no idea how he would react to my being naked in the middle of the day when I should be getting lunch ready for him and his fellow officers.
“Ms. Branch. Remove yourself from the water right now.” He said it in his calm, stern, deep voice that made even the most stubborn soldier obey his command. However, I protested. “But Captain, my dress!” “Now, Ms. Branch.” he said firmly. I walked as far as I could under the water, then stood and covered myself without much success. He did not move to allow me to get my clothes hanging on the tree behind him.
“Stand up straight, Ms. Branch.” I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, but I dared not say a thing. Slowly I straightened myself, still trying to cover my breasts, but doing a poor job. He looked me in the eye and said “Take yourself over there, Ms. Branch.” He pointed to the steep bank and I stepped toward it, there was a small mound I stepped up to and then I turned with my back to creekbank. He stood in front of me in his British Officers uniform and moved my arms to my side. I was completely exposed in front of him. No one except my sisters had ever seen me like this.
I was frightened. What was he going to do? I was shaking and a tear rolled down my cheek. “Is this what you do while you are supposed to be tending to our lunch? I dare say you aren’t the Lady you claim to be. You are a common rebel like the rest of them.” He then grabbed my breast and rubbed his thumb over my nipple hard, his hands were rough. His eyes never left mine. I started to quietly sob and closed my eyes. As tears rolled down my cheek he pushed me against the bank with is body. I felt the cold earth on my back.
He bent and hungrily took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked and flicked it with is tongue as he kneaded the other with his hand. I could hear his breath quicken. As frightened as I was I felt the same warmth I felt when I was tweaking the pink tips in the creek just moments ago. His hand left my breast and cupped my womanhood. I let out a small cry. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I found myself slick under his touch. He then started to unbutton his trousers. His hard member fell out of his pants. I had no idea what an erect penis looked like and it was quite frightening. Did he mean to rape me? There was no one I could call to. Whatever he wanted to do, he would.
He started to stroke himself while he continued to suckle my bosom. Both motions steadily increasing speed. His weight pushed me against the bank. The stubble on his face left my breasts red. He stood up and squeezed my breasts as he stroked his stiff member. He started to growl and groan and I watched him spill himself on my stomach. It was warm and sticky and dripping down in to my tuft of hair. The Captain leaned all his weight against me and shuddered as he caught his breath.
He then picked up his trousers and as he straightened himself he said “Clean yourself up and get to your work. Don’t expect me to make excuses for you. I expect lunch.”
He then walked up the bank toward the house. I was so confused. I didn’t understand the fear and pleasure I felt from the encounter. The Captain was a frightening and strong man. I didn’t know if I hoped to never see him again or did I hope to explore the way my body reacted to his touch. I cried as I cleaned him off my stomach and got the mud out of my hair. I quickly dressed and got to the kitchen as fast as I could.
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