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Subject: {ASSM} A Nomadic Encounter: Part 3 (M,F,F/Solo) Esu Migabe
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is
18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and
understand the content codes for this story.

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters
in my story.  Any similarities to real people are purely
coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations
portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in
reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.
Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
of minors.

(C) Esu Migabe 2006

A Nomadic Encounter


Part 3


Amelia woke up the following morning feeling strangely calm. The panic she 
had felt from the previous evening had just about gone and she was able to 
look at things more logically. That surprised her in a way because nothing 
had really changed. Her first thoughts were about her clothes though. She 
knew that she was going to have to find something else to wear. It was 
practically impossible to walk the valley wearing that type of attire.

`First things first though. I need to wash myself and have a drink.' She 
stepped out of the shaft and walked down to the lake that she had discovered 
the previous night.

Amelia sat on the bank and undid her shoes. They certainly weren't practical 
but at least they protected her from the harsh covering of the valley floor. 
She then removed her stockings and suspender belt. Lying down on the bank, 
she reached into the cool water and splashed it all over her face.

The water exhilarated her and she quickly decided that it would be good to 
bathe in. Jumping up, she quickly removed her dress and then discarded her 
corset. She knew that was one thing that she wouldn't be wearing again. She 
swiftly removed her pants and waded in.

She immersed her body in the water and relaxed as it lapped against her 
skin. She let her hands wander and start to caress her own body. She touched 
her breasts and fondled her tender nipples which hardened almost instantly. 
She was surprised by the reaction and continued to make light strokes over 
and around them. `This is the way I should be touched,' she thought to 
herself. `Softly and slowly.' She felt her body tremble with excitement and 
desire as she decided to explore herself and her emotions even further.

She spread her legs further apart in the water and slowly stroked her lips. 
She felt tingles of desire run along her spine. This was all new to her; 
she'd never touched her body in this way before. All of her previous sexual 
experiences had been with men. She moaned gently before continuing on her 
voyage of self-discovery.

Her fingers stretched into her vagina and she felt her muscles start to 
pulsate; the sensations becoming stronger and faster with each touch. She 
felt the wetness of her sexual moisture flowing and lubricating her while a 
finger searched for that special spot which always gave her so much pleasure 
when her husband penetrated her.

The fingers of her other hand gently touched and stroked her sensitive clit. 
She moaned with pleasure as her sensations grew in strength. Her breathing 
became faster, more erratic. She moaned as her passion and desire shot 
through her body. Her body froze for an instant before her climax jolted it 
back to life. She felt complete.

As she slowly recovered, she finally felt clean. The gentleman's juices were 
no longer in her body; all traces of him had been removed. She was never 
going to be at a man's mercy again. She relaxed and let the water flow over 
her skin.

She wasn't sure how long she had been in the lake. It must have been for 
some time because the sun was now high in the sky. She groaned as she 
realised that she still hadn't sorted out her clothes and it was getting 
later in the day. The lake had been too inviting for her and she had spent 
longer in it than she should. She paddled back to the bank to retrieve her 
clothes.

As Amelia put on her dress she suddenly felt someone was watching her. 
`Strange, no-one ever comes here. It must be my imagination playing tricks 
on me.' Her feelings persisted though and she looked around at her 
surroundings. She gasped with surprise and rubbed her eyes. `That man. The 
one that comforted me before.' She was sure that she was seeing things. She 
felt sure that no-one would want to help her now.

* * *

Hywel was enjoying his solitude again now he had left the noisy village. He 
wandered through the valley and down to the lake. He cursed to himself when 
he heard a sound from the water. He couldn't yet see the lake but he knew 
that someone else was there. He approached it cautiously.

He shielded himself behind a gorse bush and looked across at the water. His 
eyes focused on the person who was upsetting his tranquillity. He was 
confused. `Isn't that the young lady that I met the other day? What would 
she be doing here?' He wasn't sure if she was the same young lady but she 
certainly looked familiar.

Hywel watched her as she got out of the water and started to put on her 
clothes. He knew that he should divert his eyes but he was unable to do so. 
He was now sure that it was the same young lady but why did she still seem a 
bit distressed, uncertain of herself? `What on earth is she doing wearing 
that dress? That's not valley wear,' he thought to himself. `I'll have to 
ask her myself.' He wandered down to the side of the lake and acknowledged 
her.

"Hello my fair maiden and how are you today?"

She smiled at him and then started to speak.

"I'm not sure that I've done the right thing but I've left my husband. I 
suddenly made up my mind not to return to him last night. That's why I only 
have the clothes that I was wearing then."

"Well that dress is certainly not suitable for the rambling life."

Amelia nodded. "I know, but it's all I have."

"Where did you spend the night? Surely not in the open air."

"No I was in an old mine shaft near here."

Hywel nodded as a plan formed in his mind of how he could help her.

"I've got an idea. Go back to the shaft. Was it that one over there?" He 
pointed towards the closest one in the valley.

Amelia nodded.

"Aye, I'll be back as soon as I can."

Amelia watched him disappear. She wondered what on earth he could be up to 
but decided to trust him; after all he had tried to help her before. She 
wandered back to the old mine shaft and waited for him to return.

* * *

Hywel wanted to help her. He remembered how he felt when he had first met 
her. Never before had he had those feelings about another human being. He 
was going to do the best he could for her and if that meant finding some 
suitable clothes, then that was what he was going to do. He couldn't 
possibly afford to buy them from the shop in the main square but there were 
other means of getting them.

He walked back to the village and along the footpath at the back of houses. 
`At least it is the right day for what I am about to do. All the women do 
their washing on a Monday. I don't like stealing but I think her need is 
greater than theirs right now and I will only take what she needs.'

He looked at the different clothes fluttering in the breeze along the 
washing lines. Some he dismissed immediately as they only contained sheets 
or toddler's clothes. The third one he saw though had a selection of shirts 
on. He quickly nipped over the fence and removed a brown one. `That looks 
about the right size.' He scuttled back to the path and placed the shirt 
inside his jacket.

Now for something to cover her legs. Trousers would be ideal but to his 
dismay, all the trousers he saw were far too big for her. He sighed to 
himself. `I guess I'm going to have to get her a skirt. That's not going to 
protect her legs from the brambles much though but it's better than 
nothing.'

Hywel heard a door open further down the lane and looked towards the garden 
of the house. A woman was carrying a basket full of wet clothing ready to be 
hung out. He stood back and watched. `Just what I need, a smaller pair of 
trousers. We can always make a belt if they are too large around her waist.'

When the lady returned to her house, Hywel sauntered back down the lane. 
Again he quickly scrambled across the fence and removed the wet trousers. 
`I'll soon get them dried once I get back.' He quickly looked around to make 
sure no-one had seen him and returned to the path before making his way back 
to the valley.

* * *

Amelia heard his approach. She left the mine-shaft and ran to meet him, 
gasping with surprise when she saw the clothes. "How did you get those?" 
Hywel smiled at her and touched his nose with his fore-finger, "Wouldn't you 
like to know?" She chuckled and hugged him. "Thank you."

She led him back to the entrance of the shaft where Hywel hung the trousers 
on a nearby branch to dry. "They won't take long in this breeze," he added 
as if to explain. Amelia nodded towards him and offered him one of the 
apples that she had picked earlier. "It's not much I know, but that's the 
only food I have." Hywel smiled and took it gratefully. "It will do for now, 
we can sort some food out later."

As he ate the apple, Amelia studied him and tried to analyse her thoughts. 
`He must be the kindest man that I have ever met. He cares about people in a 
way that I have never seen before. I wonder if ... No, you mustn't think 
that way. He probably has someone in his life already.'

Hywel saw her looking at him and smiled. "What's on your mind?" He still 
couldn't work out why he cared so much for her. Had she cast some sort of 
spell on him?

"Oh, nothing really, just a few random thoughts." she replied.


I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  
As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. 
Please address comments to esu_migabe@hotmail.com

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(c)Esu Migabe 2006

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