It revealed a face that I wasn’t expecting to see in a place like this. A woman holding a bright red ruby. I come from a wealthy family but I have never seen a ruby. I have only heard about them from father and uncle Thomas. That was about 12 years ago when I was still a young boy. “Aye, I’m sure yer well acquainted with the bonnie Miss Cairstine.” The lass from the Inn I believed that saved yer life. She speaks mainly Gaelic but she can speak English as well” I look her up and down. She has fair skin and dark green eyes. “My daughter. Come here lass” She stands up and puts the ruby down on the table. The light catches it just perfectly making the ruby shine even more, casting a red light onto the walls. “Nice to meet ye Mr. Winfield.” She wipes down her face with a red cloth and sticks out a small feminine hand to greet me. “The pleasure is all mine, thank you for healing my leg.” I said still wondering what a woman is doing in a place like this. “It’s only a pleasure Mr Winfield, I don’t think ye ken yer way around arrows, so it’s best ye stay away. At least ye ken where ye find me.” she let’s out a giggle and puts her hand in her overalls pocket. “Well lad I think it’s time we get ye some overalls so ye can get started.” A few minutes later I squeezed my body, into what Finlay said, was the biggest overall they had. Whoever made these overalls didn’t think of muscular men while designing it. Mr Finlay gave me my task for the day, I went to my workstation and sat down on the small black chair. It feels like the overalls are going to burst, I can barely fucking move. I can see Cairstine in the corner of my eye still examining the ruby in her hands. “You ken it’s rude to stare Mr. Winfield.” She said with a slight smile. I turn my chair so that I’m facing her. “I’m not staring I’m just…looking. There’s a difference.” I said trying to cover up the fact that I was indeed staring. “Looking at what? Mr Winfield.” she lifts up her helmet to look me in the eyes. “I ken bloody well ye ain’t starin at me, and if ye are, just ask me on a date and get it over with” she turns around and lowers her helmet. I’ve never met a woman quite like her, so forward. I sit for a few minutes staring in awe at her. “Mr. Winfield, since ye have no words in that big brain of yers, I’ll do it for ye. I’ll meet ye back here at 1900. Don’t be late now.” She stands up and walks toward me and hands me the ruby. As she walks away I can still smell her perfume hanging in the air, and like a complete fucking imbecile I still haven’t said anything. So she wants to meet tonight? There is nothing wrong on meeting the person that helped healing my wound, right? If Aelia sees this she’d be furious. I should keep focus on what I have to do. At 1855 I was already at the workshop. I had to ask Mister MacMillan if I could borrow some of his more formal clothing, since all mine were burnt to ashes. While I waited I starred into the dark road. I saw a figure approaching, could it be Cairstine . As soon as the moonlight hit the figure, I recognised the dark green eyes I saw earlier. It was indeed Cairstine. She’s wearing a red corset dress. Her hair is loose, I didn’t even notice that she had light blond hair. It has a white-ish kind of shimmer as the light falls upon it. Her hair is slightly curled and even though she’s still across the street I can already smell her perfume. Eventually she’s close enough for me to see her clearly. The dress compliments her body in all the right ways. The overalls didn’t reveal that she was bosomy, but this dress reveals it all. “I see yer starin again Mr. Winfield” She said as she came to a halt right in front of me. Her perfume is even stronger now. “Well, if you don’t want me to stare you shouldn’t have worn something so um- revealing.” I feel my hands starting to sweat and my heart starting to race a bit. “Maybe that was plan Mr. Winfield” She winks and gives me a smile and I feel this weird sensation running through my body. “So where do you wish to go ?” My heartbeat is still running a fucking race. “Lets go to the pub fer a few drinks.” A lady that drinks pine? Aelia never drank pine. So this is a first for me. Lord I hope my alcohol tolerance is okay. *Cairstine holds out her hand towards me* “Come on Mr. Winfield. Lets go.” My hand touches hers. Soft, delicate skin she has. We walk to the pub. “Crowded tonight.” she says. Whispering in my ear. I see a big-ish, fat man. Brown skin with a full, red beard. “Aye welcome Cairstine and young lad! What can I get fer both of ye?” His voice is rough and scrubby. “Ye can get both us some pine.” Her voice is as soft and sweet as pure honey from a honeycomb. *pours the pine and hands it to us*“Cheers!” She says. Smiling. “Cheers!” I say back and the pine glasses clink with each other. It’s as if she never went on a date with a man in her life before. The night couldn’t have gone any better. I must say for a lady she’s quite glutton. She smells of pine and somehow it made her accent even stronger. As the gentleman I am I walked her back to the Inn. “Tapadh leat” she says as we arrive at the front door of the Inn. “Excuse me?” I asked very befuddled. “My apologies Mr Winfield, it’s Gaelic for Thank ye.” She bends down and fumbles underneath the front door carpet for the key. She comes back up with the key and tries to stick it into the key hole but fails miserably. I took the key from her hand and unlocked the door. To make sure that she got to her room safely I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. As we entered her bedroom the smell of her perfume embraced me. She walked over to her bed removed, her shoes and flopped down on the bed. “Well goodnight Miss Fraser.” I turn around and exit the room, but just as I’m about to close the door I hear her soft voice saying, “Don’t go.” At first I wasn’t sure if I should stay or go but then I heard her voice once again this time more clear and even more Scottish. “Mr. Winfield, ye ken it’s rude to ignore a lass when she speaks to ye.” I entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. She sat up next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Her hand slowly intertwined with mine. I feel our bodies fighting the urge, but its so hard to control. Our faces slowly but surely turn to each other and in the blink of an eye I feel her soft lips on mine. She puts her hand behind my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I feel her lips separating a bit. I slip my tongue in her mouth. Her breathing is getting louder. Within a few seconds I find myself laying on top of her kissing her passionately. I feel her hands all over my body. I don’t even know what I’m doing, maybe I missed feeling like this, missed the feeling of a woman’s lips on mine? Either way I’m not going to stop, it feels so good yet so wrong. She slowly pushes one of my hands down to where the front of her corset is tied. Not breaking the kiss, I start undoing her corset. Underneath the corset and her blouse were perfectly shaped breasts. They’re soft and warm. She got goose bumps from my hands on her, almost as if she’s never felt a man touch her body. I feel her nipples getting harder as our kisses get more passionate while I squeeze her breast. She pulls away and I automatically sit up, she does the same. The moonlight makes her body look even more gorgeous. She stands up and removes her clothing revealing her entire body to me. She has large legs that compliments her perfectly round bottom. Her hair falls right beneath them. She turns around and faces me once again. “Now Mr. Winfield I give ye permission to stare.” She just stood in front of me. I’ve never seen a lady like her before. Aelia wasn’t built like her at all and after she had our daughter she never really wanted me to see her body. I stood up and walked towards her. I took her in my arms and kissed her gently. I felt her hands going down to my waist. She pulled down my trousers revealing the bottom half of my body. For a few seconds she just looked at me. I took off my shirt and said, “Miss Fraser, I too give you permission to stare.” She smiled and said, “Well Mr. Winfield if I kenned what was hiding under yer trousers I would’ve brought ye to bed earlier.” She giggles and pushes me down onto the bed. She sat on top of me. I could feel her. Everything of her. She was small, smaller than Aelia. Her body almost couldn’t handle mine but I made sure that she didn’t get hurt. I could tell that she’s never been in bed with a man before. I held her body close to mine while thrusting slowly in her small body. I turned around so that she’s laying with her back on the bed. She wrapped her legs around me, I could feel her nails in my back. Her sweet voice begging for more. I saw the pleasure I gave her and she gave me the same amount, but afterwards I felt guilty as if I cheated on my wife with Miss Fraser. I looked over my shoulder. She was asleep. She was still naked but she was slightly covered by the duvet. I could still clearly see her round behind. I covered her up and just as the sun started to rise and the soft rays fell onto her fair skin I left the Inn and headed home before Mister MacMillan knew I didn’t come home the night before.137Please respect copyright.PENANAkFkQtZH2o0