Nine

As the sun started its setting in the west direction from the Baron’s chateau, Adalene got up from the bed and took the beautiful hand mirror she found in the elegant vanity in the bedchamber she was using, because she decided she wanted to see what she was doing.
She made sure the door was firmly closed with the wooden bar in place, and then she went back to the bed, lay down on her back, and raised the hem of her sleeping garment to discover what was within.
She opened her thighs and used the mirror to look at that intriguing spot, the one her cousins called pussy, for the very first time. She took a deep breath after seeing what the ruckus was all about, then frowned.
Well, it certainly looked strange, with that dark thatch of wiry hair that she felt she should trim and the rosy bud peaking between pink folds of soft flesh, plump and shy-looking. Like it only wanted to lurk and not show itself. There was nothing attractive about her pussy at all. If she had ever dared look at it like this before, she certainly would have cleaned up and trimmed that messy pubic hair.
But he must have found something there worth his attention because he kissed her there like he had kissed her lips, rubbing his mouth over it, flicking at what could only be that small bud with the delicious tip of his tongue, inserting it into a wet, sensitive hole he seemed to love suckling, too - and finally, she could see where that was.
The opening to her looked red and soft and very sensitive. It also looked as wet as she felt it to be. She worried about it as it looked delicate like it would hurt when that huge phallus of the Baron pushed into it. How could she... he... how would they fit together?
But all these musings about the Baron, the memory of her yearning, the sound she’d heard him make because of the momentary pleasure she’d given him while that column of flesh slid in and out of her mouth... she decided she would take it. But she had to know what to do about it first. His fingers were like a test. Let her just try...
She was feeling a steady and stronger pulse there now, and her breathing deepened, too. It was because Adalene was remembering how the Baron’s mouth had played there, how his fingers had touched and explored her, and how everything he did down there made her crazy with pleasure. She used all that memory to touch herself.
She closed her eyes as a warm, perplexing sensation hummed where her finger pressed and caressed, and her fingers imitated what the Baron’s hand had done to her, the spots it explored, the places where it rubbed. She gasped as her fingers found the same pleasure points when she rubbed the way the Baron did.
She already abandoned the mirror, choosing to feel rather than to watch.
She dipped her middle finger inside that opening where the Baron’s middle finger went, and found the inside to be soaked, warm and velvety. And she probed. She moaned as sensations flooded her. There was a bigger mound of flesh inside of her, just near the opening of her womanhood, that felt like a... a towel. She lost her head to the heap of pillows while her hand moved more frenziedly now, depicting the movement of the Baron’s hand when he was rousing her up so, changing according to the need she passionately felt now, as she reached for something she knew was almost at hand but could not name.
Her hips rocked to the rhythm that her fingers instinctively created. She moaned because she needed to. Oohhh, she felt so hot and so aroused.
Everything was sensations in the next several minutes. She slid two fingers and now that she was slick with her juice, she rubbed and rubbed, slid in and out, and rubbed and flicked at the tiny bud outside, too. Her thighs flinched and tensed whenever she felt she was very near cumming. And then, and then...
She came.
It wasn’t as big as when the Baron had his mouth on her, suckling like a baby at that tiny rosy bud, but she still writhed and convulsed on the bed until it passed.
And then she laughed, a sound happy but abrupt as she worried that someone might be outside her door or below the window and they could hear her.
She had another sexual release on the same day that started with an event that would make it seem it would become the most terrible day of her life!
She could not believe it.
All by herself.
She closed her eyes gratefully as she thanked the Baron inside her head. He had taught her something very special. It was a gift. She could make herself cum without the help of Louis Didier. Her life as his wife would not be so much worse than she thought it would be.
And every time she pleasured herself in that life, she would think of the handsome and virile Baron.
And she would be grateful that he was the one who had revealed all these things to her first.
But at the next moment, the flood of her glee pattered into weak droplets after she realized that when the Baron released her back to her husband, she would not see him again. His hands could caress her into incoherent madness, that voice that could make her quiver when he wanted her, his laughter after being surprised by something that she’d said... and his simple acceptance of her. He gave her time when she didn’t expect him to, answered her questions, and explained when she couldn’t understand him. His face showed every reaction he felt and didn’t ask it from her. He was very patient with someone no one would expect he would be attentive to, much less rescue. She was nothing to him.
Yet, as important a man as he was, he made her matter.
He treated her like a friend.
Even as she had only spent a few hours with the Baron, she already knew she would cherish those moments forever.