Chapter 8

"You, Sir, are Jacques du Montaigne, Viscount of Burgundy, and cousin to Louis Dauphin, who is soon to be King of France. Cardinal Mirizan ... as the King's regent ... is sending his envoy Monsignor Charlevoix here, on matters of state. I believe it is about the coronation, in June."

Regretfully, none of this was familiar to me. I am Robert. Where and when am I now? Will this jumping in time ever stop, or am I just going quietly insane?

Alas, the answer was no, not insane. But nevertheless, it was quite disturbing. I remembered so well my home. It seemed to me that I had been there, just yesterday. And yet, in the same breath, it was as though it had been a million years ago. I remember every life, every death, and every rebirth ... but vaguely. Still, whatever was happening to me must be divine punishment for some past transgression. At least that was what the good Father Rupert would say. Hah. For all the good that knowledge brought me. And so I continued.

I was roused out of my reverie by one of the maids. I did not know her name, though I should. I was the "Viscount du Burgondie" and this was my home. But since I just "arrived" a short while ago, I did not. However, I did know what caught my eye and my attention.

She was doing a marvelous job of getting my attention, especially when she bent over to retrieve something that had dropped on the floor. ALL her womanly charms were open for display when she did that. I dare say I had excellent taste in selecting wenches to work for me (if indeed I was the one who employed her).

"Come here, girl," I demanded. "I want a better look at you."

She giggled and blushed, but she obeyed, too. Soon she was standing in front of me, as I sat on the bed. I reached over to her and gently touched her arms. I slowly stroked them with my fingertips. This brought a rapid response. Her skin flushed, and the gooseflesh rose on her arms all the way to her shoulders. The large expanse of skin across her bosom flashed scarlet as my gaze was drawn to the sweet mounds and sloping cleavage of her breasts.

The scarlet of her embarrassment traveled up her neck, and her face was now flushed. I stroked her neck and cheek with the back of my hand, feeling the warmth of her body. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she just folded them together in front of her. Just by coincidence they folded over her pleasure zone, an area I planned to explore further, very soon.

I continued my tactile exploration of her skin, this time directing my fingertips across her lovely mounds, held firmly in place by her corset. They were soft and pliable, from what I could tell. They were also extremely large. It would take at least both of my hands to encompass one of the luscious treats, and one of my hands spans eight and one-half inches!

Still teasing her with my light touches, I stood and moved around behind her. I became more adventurous with my touching. I moved closer to her, and very lightly blew a stream of air on the nape of her neck.

The response was immediate. I could see a shudder travel the length of her body and she extended a hand to the bedstead to steady herself. She'd had an orgasm while just standing there. This was going to be fun!

Gently, I moved closer to her, encircling her body with my arms. As I pulled her to me, I knew she could feel my manhood pressing against her backside. I had risen to meet the challenge before me. She leaned back into me and grabbed both my hands.

She pressed them hard onto her chest, moving them in circles. My palms raked her nipples. They had become very erect and stood out like soldiers on a battlefield. I took the opportunity to squeeze them in passing.

I did this while kissing the left side of her neck and ear. A more violent shudder passed through her and her knees went weak. I held her up while she regained her composure a bit.

Once she had her balance I started in on the lacings of her corset. They were tight, extremely tight. However, I did not have any trouble loosening them. I have very strong hands, and my dexterity leaves nothing to be desired. I made short work of the removal of the corset. The rest of her clothes seemed to melt off her body. In no time she was standing there naked as the day she was born.

"What is your name, wench? And how old are you, today?" I asked.

"Monsieur, you know my name. I am Claudette, and I am sixteen. I have been your maid for over a year now. Finally, you are paying attention to me. Oh, how I have tried to capture your attention. At last I thought to show you some of what I have to offer you. How well that worked. You have already made me very happy, yet we have not done anything more than touch, and a little kissing.

"I don't know how that can be. Jeanette and Marie have told me that it takes a lot of hard work to come like I did just now and that most men only think of themselves. They leave us poor girls wanting and unfulfilled. You have done all for me and not even gotten undressed yet. Please, I beg you. Take me. Let me feel you inside me. I must know what it is like."

That statement got to me. Why would she need to know what it was like? Then it hit me. She was a virgin.

'Oh, now what do I do? I don't want to ruin her life, and yet I know many maids do it. After all, Elaine and Susan, back in Nottingham were maids. Still, they had been experienced before me, and Claudette has none.'

I decided that I would treat her as gently as I could, and hope she would take pleasure in the adventure.

Stripping, I took Claudette's hand and led her to the adjoining room where an marble tub was located. There was a small fire keeping the stone warm. It was filled with scented water and I stepped in, pulling her with me. We settled in the tub, and I took the soap and sponge and started washing her.

This was a new experience for her. She quickly relaxed as I soaped her body with the perfumed soap. I spent a good amount of time lovingly washing her back, shoulders and arms. Them my hands strayed to her front side. They were quite soapy and slipped and slid across her chest. I circled her nipples but did not touch for very long.