Set near the end of Anne of Green Gables but before Anne of Avonlea.
Gilbert is about 17 or 18 in this fic.
* Disclaimer* I do not nor will I ever own any of the characters used in this story. They are the lovely and wonderful creations of L.M Montgomery. The sooner I accept that the better.
Note: The content in this little fan fic contains erotic material. If you are not comfortable with that sort of thing then I suggest you skip my fan fic.
Un-Voyeuristic Intentions
Gilbert hadn't meant to spy on her that day, really he hadn't. He was simply walking into town on a hot summer afternoon to post a letter for his mother when he came upon her. As he saw her walking calmly in the distance through the trees he moved closer. Following her until it seemed that she had neared her destination. He hid behind a tree not knowing how she would react to his presence. She was a beautiful, radiant goddess in her lavender colored dress. Her hair was half up half down, and it glowed in a beam of sunlight whilst she walked along reciting Shakespeare. He clutched the tree tighter, as she came upon the edge of a small spring she stopped to gaze at her reflection briefly. She laughed and tossed her book aside. Her laughter was like a beautiful melody to him. She sat on the bank of the spring and began to remove her shoes. Innocently unaware of the effect she was having on a lovesick schoolboy, she lifted up her skirt slightly and took off her stockings with great care. She stood up, and then began to unbutton her dress very carefully from the front. Gilbert could not believe what he was seeing. She had slipped out of her dress and under skirts with seeming less ease. He gazed at her in her under clothes and began to feel quite aroused. He had never before seen a corseted woman. She was breathtaking. He felt helpless as to what was happening to his body, and yet he did not try to suppress it. She began to take off her corset but struggled a bit. How Gilbert wished that he could offer his own assistance. He knew that it could not be so, at least for the present. Once she had freed herself from her corset, she stood there in her shift and bloomers. She slowly began to make her way in the water, she looked like a beautiful water nymph with her head held high as she waded further in. She had gone about waist deep in before beginning to splash about and play in the water. Her shift became increasingly more transparent. By this time Gilbert could no longer stand, on his knees he began to touch himself in a manner that was not at all appropriate considering his surroundings. While watching her move about in a slightly seductive manner, he began to bring himself to the highest level of pleasure he had yet to experience. He was having an increasingly difficult time believing that she was as innocent as she had always appeared. He managed to stifle his groan he spent himself on the forest floor. Feeling somewhat relieved, and a bit embarrassed he continued to watch her for a few more minutes until she climbed back out of the spring and sunned her self on the bank to dry. He saw her getting dressed and immediately started to head into town on his original errand. He walked into the Post Office and handed the letter to Mrs. Sloane behind the counter. He turned to leave and was greeted by the sight of his copper haired angel in the lavender dress.
"Anne" he managed to stutter. She ignored him and went to post her letter. Gilbert still smiled, and took himself from the post office. He stopped on the porch outside, gazed at her once more and spoke to himself quietly. "You may think that we are not friends, but I know we shall be much more than that!" With that admission, Gilbert was contented to walk home alone.
* Disclaimer* I do not nor will I ever own any of the characters used in this story. They are the lovely and wonderful creations of L.M Montgomery. The sooner I accept that the better.
Note: The content in this little fan fic contains erotic material. If you are not comfortable with that sort of thing then I suggest you skip my fan fic.
Un-Voyeuristic Intentions
Gilbert hadn't meant to spy on her that day, really he hadn't. He was simply walking into town on a hot summer afternoon to post a letter for his mother when he came upon her. As he saw her walking calmly in the distance through the trees he moved closer. Following her until it seemed that she had neared her destination. He hid behind a tree not knowing how she would react to his presence. She was a beautiful, radiant goddess in her lavender colored dress. Her hair was half up half down, and it glowed in a beam of sunlight whilst she walked along reciting Shakespeare. He clutched the tree tighter, as she came upon the edge of a small spring she stopped to gaze at her reflection briefly. She laughed and tossed her book aside. Her laughter was like a beautiful melody to him. She sat on the bank of the spring and began to remove her shoes. Innocently unaware of the effect she was having on a lovesick schoolboy, she lifted up her skirt slightly and took off her stockings with great care. She stood up, and then began to unbutton her dress very carefully from the front. Gilbert could not believe what he was seeing. She had slipped out of her dress and under skirts with seeming less ease. He gazed at her in her under clothes and began to feel quite aroused. He had never before seen a corseted woman. She was breathtaking. He felt helpless as to what was happening to his body, and yet he did not try to suppress it. She began to take off her corset but struggled a bit. How Gilbert wished that he could offer his own assistance. He knew that it could not be so, at least for the present. Once she had freed herself from her corset, she stood there in her shift and bloomers. She slowly began to make her way in the water, she looked like a beautiful water nymph with her head held high as she waded further in. She had gone about waist deep in before beginning to splash about and play in the water. Her shift became increasingly more transparent. By this time Gilbert could no longer stand, on his knees he began to touch himself in a manner that was not at all appropriate considering his surroundings. While watching her move about in a slightly seductive manner, he began to bring himself to the highest level of pleasure he had yet to experience. He was having an increasingly difficult time believing that she was as innocent as she had always appeared. He managed to stifle his groan he spent himself on the forest floor. Feeling somewhat relieved, and a bit embarrassed he continued to watch her for a few more minutes until she climbed back out of the spring and sunned her self on the bank to dry. He saw her getting dressed and immediately started to head into town on his original errand. He walked into the Post Office and handed the letter to Mrs. Sloane behind the counter. He turned to leave and was greeted by the sight of his copper haired angel in the lavender dress.
"Anne" he managed to stutter. She ignored him and went to post her letter. Gilbert still smiled, and took himself from the post office. He stopped on the porch outside, gazed at her once more and spoke to himself quietly. "You may think that we are not friends, but I know we shall be much more than that!" With that admission, Gilbert was contented to walk home alone.