In the clearing

I'd been walking through the forest for a few hours since I'd been ambushed and gotten my horse and the little money I had stolen when I saw some smoke a little further down the way I was going.
It was already a little late and I has started to worry about where I would have to spend the night now I couldn't get to the next town on time. I'd never been late on an errand before and that was weighing on my conscience, too. I had an important message to deliver to Lord Huggleton and luckily for my master that couldn't get stolen, since I was the kind of messenger who never brought anything on parchement, and just relayed everything I was told only to whoever was meant to hear it. But as safe as that way of communicating was, it just wouldn't work if I didn't get to my destination. And seeing as I was still counting on almost a week of journey on horse before I reached my destination, I couldn't begin to imagine how long that same journey would take me on foot, and without any food or money and me to boot.
So I wasn't in the best spirits when I saw that smoke in the distance and told myself maybe I hadn't run out of luck completely. Even though I was at the same time wondering what kind of people would live that deep in the woods and if they would be welcoming to unexpected foreigners knocking on their door this late in the evening. Anyhow, that was my best chance at not freezing to death that night, so I continued in that direction until I could make up a clearing ahead and could see what I took to be part of a house. As I was getting closer I heard a low sound and it seemed like someone was in pain. I kept on advancing but more carefully now, wondering what I would find there in the clearing. As I approached I could hear the low screams more clearly, it seemed to be a child or a woman, and as I got to see some of the clearing I suddenly realised nobody was in pain, they were most likely moans of pleasure.
I stayed hidden behind some trees, but from where I was standing I got a good look at what was happening.
There was a long wooden bench in the clearing, closer to the house, and on top of it there was a woman lying. She had her head turned back and her mouth half opened, and that's where the moans where coming from. Her eyelids were closed and her hair was sprawled on the bench behind her, as were her arms. She was fully dressed and I couldn't see what or who was between her legs, since it was covered by her skirts.
She was rythmically arching her back in my direction and every time her chest pressed tightly against the top of her corsage, showing off the most delicious breasts I had ever crossed paths with. They looked soft and very round, and with every arching of her spine it seemed as if they were going to burst out of her corsage. I stood there watching, transfixed and couldn't get my eyes off that most sensual vision. I was ready to burst myself, but I didn't even notice until afterwards, so intent was I on not missing a second of that show that the gods seemed to have gifted me with.
Her lips were slightly parted and dark red, and moist, and the sounds coming out of that mouth were low, they came from deep within her and shook me to the core. Her long lashes were pressed tightly against her rosy cheeks and fluttered a little from time to time with her deep breaths. I slightly wondered who was under her skirts giving her what seemed an unearthly pleasure when suddenly she arched higher than before and groaned while she closed her lids tightly and licked her lips while she came.
What seeing that tongue did to me I can not explain, but I think I lost consciousness for a moment as I came inside of my tights, for when I opened my eyes again the woman was laying there placidly, a smile curling her lips, and a little girl, who seemed to be no older than ten years old, was next to her and smiling like she'd accomplished all her tasks for the week just on monday. Or, as I slowly realised with not a little horror, like the cat who got the milk. For she was actually licking her fingers and her lips, and smiled wider as the woman seemed to come to and fixed her eyes on the little girl.
Now it was the woman smiling widely albeit lazily at her and beckoning her to get closer to her. When she did, the woman caressed her face lovingly and then caressed her shoulders, her chest, and when she got to her waist she slid her hand under the little girl's skirts and started what I clearly thought was to fuck her with her fingers. She got into a fast rythm, and wasn't being particularly gentle, but the little girl was smiling even wider now and letting small moans of her own out.
I was so shocked by this development that I couldn't help but shiver when I saw the little girl was now obviously coming and the woman smiled and lay back down.
When the girl got over her pleasure induced stillness, she giggled slightly and started running after a cat that I now noticed had been there watching the whole time.
The woman seemed to be coming to her senses, too, as she was fondling her own breasts and caressing her stomach while starting to look more aware than before. I stood a little longer transfixed with her beauty and wondered what this all meant when I saw the little girl had managed to get the cat, kissed it on the top of its head and then left it lovingly down on the grass.
And suddenly where there'd been a cat there was a young woman of astonishing beauty. Her skin was pale like a glass of milk and her hair was such a light blond color it both seemed white and silver and shining at the same time. She just lay there, naked but unminding of it, and curled on herself.
I was feeling more and more overwhelmed by the minute and cuouldn't begin to imagine what this all meant. I just knew I needed a place to stay the night and there was no other place I could think of. There was also not another place I'd rather be, since I'd been quite taken by their beauties and sensuality and didn't think I could ever get them out of my mind without first revealing what their mistery was.
Anyway, some sense came to me and I went back a little further into the forest, just to come around the house from the other side of the clearing, where I had guessed it looked like the front door would be. I didn't want them to know what I'd seen, for it still made me very uncomfortable to think I'd seen a child do that.