For My Lady's Pleasure Ch. 02bypariswhenitsizzles©
'It was rank – he stank to high heaven and yet he's always so concerned about his clothes and his hair looking as perfect as can be.'
Anna smiled at her miserable friend who was currently stooped over the scrubbed dining table. It was midday and most of the girls were still abed, not likely to rise for another few hours. Anna had been holed up in Evelyn's study since her usual eight o'clock start, dealing with the morning's correspondence and bills. In a few minutes, she would return to her work, and the thought depressed her much more than it should have for in her own way, she found comfort in her daily tasks and enjoyed the routine of it. It wasn't so much the work that unsettled her; it was the prospect of the lonely evening that would follow. It had been a week since Elizabeth's departure and there had been no word from the woman since and Anna had allowed herself a few days to wallow in the hurt pride at the rejection. Since leaving Emma behind, she had learned to live quite happily without the human contact that came from making love to another but Elizabeth had sparked her desires once more. But no more would she dwell on it, she vowed now, determined to have a good day, Elizabeth and her abundant breasts and talented tongue be damned.
'What are you mooning over?'
'Nothing,' Anna denied quickly, playing with her slice of dry current cake. 'So, is he coming tonight too?'
'Most likely,' Helen's lip curled. 'Stinky bastard – but he pays so well, I can hardly get Evelyn to fob him off.'
Anna wanted to ask if it was really worth it, a little more money in exchange for her submitting to a man who repulsed her but what good would it really do? It was simply the way of life for these girls, a job that rewarded too well compared to the other employment prospects out there in London.
Their employer entered some minutes later, decked out in an extravagant green gown, her expression well pleased.
'You did excellent work last night, Helen – why don't you dress yourself, take a trip down to Piccadilly and pick yourself out that pair of gloves you eyed last week? And anything else you fancy while you're at it,' and with that said, the older woman deposited a handful of coins onto the table before a beaming Helen who quickly pocked them and hurried from the dining room.
'When you get back to work, make a note that Charles Foster owes me five pounds in interest, will you?' Evelyn requested, sinking into a chair and pulling the pins from her upswept hair on a sigh of relief.
Rising to leave, Anna nodded and asked if there was anything else.
'No, you seem quite up to date as usual,' Evelyn shrugged, before saying in offhand tones, 'I received a note from Elizabeth Stanmore this morning, forgot to mention – though I only do so now out of courtesy to her. She had suggested that you might like to visit her townhouse for an evening, perhaps tonight. I can't say I'm at all surprised – she was much too anxious to have become a regular.'
'She really asked for my presence?' Anna asked in surprise. 'To come to her house?'
'Hmm. Of course I never allow my girls to give personal visits – the clients must come to us. I always look after my girls,' Evelyn nodded smartly. 'She offered such a handsome fee, too,' she tacked on with some regret.
'Well...I'm not one of your girls – but perhaps, just for this once...,' she paused and then nodded firmly, ' I think I should like to take her up on her offer.'
In the midst of running a soft bristled brush through her long hair, Evelyn stopped in surprise, looking Anna over with puzzlement. 'But dear, you informed me quite firmly that you were not interested in partaking in that particular line of work. You wouldn't have as constant a flow of trade as the others if you were intent on only female clients but you're more than pleasing enough to have demanded a good fee. Have you changed your mind?'
'No – not entirely, anyway, as I still stand by that,' Anna moved forward again to resume her chair and explained, feeling shy and awkward but too excited by Evelyn's news to allow that to inhibit her, 'There was just something about lady Elizabeth that appealed to me...she is so different to what I would have expected of a lady of her station and class, so demure and soft-spoken. I would like to get to know her a little better. I won't personally accept any payment. She is obviously yearning for female company and the prospect of being the one to provide it delights me.'
'Well, what do you know,' Evelyn shook her head, clearly taken aback at Anna's change of heart. 'Alright, alright. I don't see why not, I suppose. Elizabeth Stanmore certainly doesn't seem a suspicious sort. Be ready tonight at seven. Brian will escort you to the address. You never did tell me how it went after she left,' Evelyn added just as Anna made to pass through the door to resume her tasks. 'I had assumed the woman had turned coward and left before anything significant could happen.'
'Oh, no,' Anna smiled slowly. 'Indeed she did not,' and with those few words, she closed the door behind her, leaving a slightly disgruntled Evelyn in her wake.
Anna stared around the well lit room, stunned by the grandeur. It hadn't been so intimidating initiating the seduction when Elizabeth had had a backdrop of tasteful yet bland décor behind her at Evelyn's - but here, she knew she would be far too aware of the woman's status to push her nerves to one side.
She didn't wait long for the women in question to make her entrance. Wearing a pale blue gown, cut deeply to showcase her large, heavy breasts, Elizabeth greeted Anna with warm politeness, yet her manner was uncertain, hesitant.
'I was surprised when Evelyn informed me of your letter,' Anna said, just as Elizabeth handed her a large glass of wine after the initial formalities.
'I am sorry it wasn't sent sooner...I'm afraid
boldness does not come easy to me. I enjoyed that night very much,' she paused, 'I hope I did not offend you,' she searched Anna's eyes quickly.
'Not at all, my lady,' Anna dismissed, knowing that, unless she wanted to pass this night with nothing more erotic than the sight of Elizabeth's covered bosom to entice her, she would have to dredge up all of her boldness in an attempt to speed things along. 'Did you have anything in mind for tonight?' She said then. 'Any preferences?'
'Preferences...yes, I suppose it would be more proper to discuss the terms beforehand,' Elizabeth bit her lip. 'Just let me finish this glass of wine,' she smiled shakily, 'before I can answer.'
Seated beside the woman on a large sofa opposite the fireplace, Anna reached for Elizabeth's left hand which currently rested stiffly in her lap.
'You needn't fear, my lady' she soothed, 'I've been eagerly awaiting this night...you left me with a promise, if I recall,' she arched a brow.
Elizabeth placed her glass on a side table and turned to face Anna fully and took a steadying breath before saying, 'Yes, I did at that - would you like to, truly? Do not feel as if you must – in fact that is one of my preferences: I do not like the thought of you feeling forced if you do not enjoy-'
'Are we likely to be interrupted here?' Anna asked and when Elizabeth shook her head in bemusement, Anna dropped to her knees onto the soft carpet, a startled Elizabeth seated before her. 'It has been a long time since I've enjoyed the taste of a woman...although perhaps enjoy is not the word,' she mused aloud and smiled playfully but her manner quickly turned serious as she said, 'Would you mind if I caressed your breasts first? I have something of a fondness for them.'
On a slightly shaky breath, Elizabeth said, 'If it would please you, though I fear my being so much older than you will leave you somewhat disappointed. I haven't the slight, firm form from my younger years...'
Shuffling closer on her knees towards Elizabeth, stopping until her own breasts touched Elizabeth's covered legs, Anna said, 'From what I have seen so far of your form, it would be a travesty if what was unfolded turned out to be in any way slight. Besides, you can always test my sincerity for yourself – I have no doubt that my drawers will be well soaked by the time I have finished fondling your breasts,' she smiled, taking the hand that Elizabeth had curled in the fabric at her abdomen, selecting her elegant index finger, and slipping it into her mouth. Elizabeth gasped in pleasure, her eyes appearing hot in their brightness.
Not wasting any time, Anna reached over to run a hand over Elizabeth's covered chest, cupping the heavy, plentiful weight in her hands before giving first one then the other breast an experimental squeeze. Would her areolas be large or small? Pink or dark? How long would her nipples be? Unable to wait any longer, she pulled at the dress's neckline but as the garment was so closely fitted, Elizabeth had to help by fumbling for the ties at the back until they gave enough for Anna to pull the material down. Large breasts topped with large, wide, light pink areolas and stiff nipples met her view and her mouth watered.
Running a hand across both mounds, Anna felt a sudden urge to bury her face between the weighty flesh, to suckle strongly on the creamy skin. Instead, she tempered her rising lust by cupping Elizabeth's right breast in her hand, moving her gaze from her chest to her eyes. Elizabeth's lids were hooded as she watched her and as Anna took a stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger and tugged with gentle pressure, Elizabeth moaned and allowed her head to rest against the back of the sofa and her eyes to close.
'And you thought I would be disappointed,' Anna laughed huskily.
'I have yet to test your sincerity,' Elizabeth said, her voice appearing slightly drugged as she opened an eye to view her.
'Yes, but before you do,' Anna said, and let her actions speak for her as she dipped her head to capture a nipple in her mouth, sucking on the pebbled flesh with groaning pleasure, the taste intoxicating. Allowing her mouth to open as wide as she could, she engulfed as much of the firm flesh as she could, her cheeks hollowing as she worked and as Elizabeth's fingers buried themselves within her hair, holding her close, she closed her eyes and savoured the texture and sensation.
Moving away from the warm flesh with reluctance a moment later, Anna consoled herself with the fact that all too soon she would be learning the taste of Elizabeth's wetness, and with that thought in mind, she clasped the hem of her dress and pushed the material up. Legs bare of garter and stockings – in anticipation of the nights pleasures, something that thrilled Anna –Elizabeth's cheeks flushed under Anna's gaze as the younger woman stared at the nude skin spread out before her.
Her mound was shaved almost bare save for a line of hair, darker than the blonde hair on her head.
Anna acknowledged a moment of disappointment for she found the sight of woman's natural bush erotic, loved the way the scent of her musk would linger there when she licked between her legs, her nose resting on the softness. Perhaps if she was to see Elizabeth again, she would cheekily request her to refrain from shaving that area. Excited by the idea, she finally focused on the pink, moist flesh below the line of light brown hair, and her channel clenched at the sight.
'Please,' Elizabeth said, and sat up in the chair, urging Anna to rise and it wasn't long before Anna guessed her intention in wanting to test her wetness. She aided Elizabeth by eagerly turning and murmuring for her to help her out of the cumbersome garment. She pulled off her thin chemise herself, her fingers impatient and once done, she returned the gesture for Elizabeth. Once they were both nude, she looked askance at Elizabeth who still stood in front of her, slightly taller, taking in her form and Anna wondered if she would find her lacking.
Though Anna's breasts were not as large as Elizabeth's, they were still a decent handful, crowned by light, honey brown areolas, smaller than Elizabeth's. Her nipples were hard with arousal. Unlike Elizabeth, she merely trimmed her bush, though it was not as dense as Elizabeth's to begin with. The urge to press against Elizabeth, to feel the woman's hard nipples pressing into her own, to feel the hair at her mound rubbing against hers was desperate.
'Come,' Elizabeth said then after the breathless, tension filled pause in which they had both surveyed one another.
Anna took hold of the hand Elizabeth presented and followed her back the few steps to the sofa. There Elizabeth resumed her seat but sat on the very edge of it, her face level with Anna's naked thighs.
Running tentative hands over Anna's legs, Elizabeth finally allowed them to settle on her firm yet yielding buttocks before pulling her almost aggressively forward, until her mouth was full of her cunny. Startled by the bold gesture, Anna gasped, seeing stars at the swift caress of tongue moving from her saturated hole to the tight, hard bud above. If she were not so far gone with lust, she would be embarrassed by just how wet she was, sure that she was making a mess of Elizabeth's mouth and chin. Feeling herself coming close to reaching her pleasure, Anna pulled away on a moan and dropped once more to her knees, pushing Elizabeth back against the sofa.
'Spread yourself for me,' she urged, and the woman complied on a murmur of delight, her lower face sheeny with Anna's balm.
Pushing a hand under Elizabeth's plump thigh, Anna hoisted it above the arm of the sofa, allowing the left leg to remain on the floor, that way she had clear and unhindered access to her slippery pink mound. Spreading her thighs, she began rubbing between her own legs, throbbing deeply already. Crouching closer and lower to the carpet, Anna settled her mouth firmly over Elizabeth's swollen pink slit, the scent hitting her hard and fast as she lapped up the creamy wetness, sighing at the intensity of it. To think that she had once been hesitant about tasting a woman, nervous at the prospect – now, she could gladly spend all night buried between Elizabeth's soft thighs.
Learning quickly what actions elicited the best response from the moaning woman, Anna focused on the damp entrance to her body, thrusting a taut tongue into the tightness. From there, she slanted her mouth across the glistening flesh, sucking on the fragrant lips of her labia with slow suction.
Elizabeth, having placed one hand under her own leg to hold it high and wide and the other on top of her stomach in a tight fist, finally uncurled the one at her stomach, bringing it down to Anna, caressing the dark, tumbled hair there with encouragement, murmuring passionate words of praise as Anna moved up towards her clit.
Poking at the throbbing bud with her tongue, Anna quickly took it between her teeth and lightly nibbled upon it, wrapping an arm around Elizabeth's thighs as she squirmed sharply to avoid the exquisite pressure whilst her other hand pleasured herself. It wasn't long before Elizabeth gave into the demanding mouth attacking her, crying out and clamping her thighs about the head shoved close and hard between her legs and once her spasms subsided, Anna found her own release, her mouth still toying with Elizabeth's delicious slit.
After a long silence in which the two allowed their breathing to steady, Anna climbed back onto the sofa, rested her head against the back of the sofa and curled her feet beneath her, reaching out a hand to lightly fondle Elizabeth's breast and it was with much relief and pleasure when Elizabeth returned her gesture as she lazily leaned across to pop a nipple into her mouth, her eyes closing as she slowly and indulgently suckled.
The two spent the next hour idly lounging on the sofa, Elizabeth much more relaxed after her release, freer in her movements though still with that innate shyness that made her unique.
'The fire is dying,' Elizabeth commented. They lay on the backs, Anna supporting Elizabeth's head on her stomach, her thighs spread to accommodate her.
'We could move above-stairs, if you wished, or if you wanted to return home, I would understand completely. I can have a carriage drop you off.'
Anna smiled down at the slightly wary face resting near her hips, 'I hope not, for I have no desire to leave. Not just yet.'
'Have you had many female lovers?' Anna asked as they slipped between the fresh bed sheets adorning the huge bed in Elizabeth's sleeping quarters.
'Forgive me for such an intrusive question, but I've always been a nosy sort and I assumed that we'd gone a little beyond the point of formality,' she arched a teasing brow.
Facing one another in the bed, Elizabeth moved a little closer, until their breasts made contact beneath the sheets. 'Yes, a few...I enjoy only women. My husband was the only man I have been intimate with.'
Interested, having expected the woman to enjoy a mutual love for both sexes which often seemed the case in the women she had spoken to who enjoyed females, she said, 'Then you were aware of your desires before your marriage?'
Elizabeth nodded. 'I'm not quite when I first realised but it was during my time at school in Sussex. Whilst the other girls were mooning over the boys in the nearby village, I was practising how to perfect the fine art of kissing with my best friend. Of course, many girls used a similar method, but none with as much dedication as me!' she laughed, her breasts shaking slightly with the gesture and Anne reached out a handle to caress one of the mounds, her breath quickening as it overflowed in her small hand.
'Were you scared when you realised?'
'To be sure, but although it has taken some time, I now know that there is nothing wrong in the love between two women. Or the love between two men, a man and woman...'
Anna nodded. 'There was a time when I, too, was frightened...shamed even. But having someone close to discuss it with helped immensely. What we shared below was too delightful and beautiful to be shameful,' she sighed in remembered pleasure.
'What about you? Elizabeth asked softly. 'Have you had many lovers? Males, females...' she trailed off and Anna wondered if she should be truthful regarding her lack of experience.
'There have been no men,' she said slowly, 'and there is little desire to change that. Of course I have wondered, but mostly in an inquisitive way, not a passionate one. There has only been one other...but I assure you, she was a good teacher, so you needn't fret.'
'Indeed, I was most satisfied with the skills you demonstrated,' Elizabeth sighed, resting a tentative hand on Anna's hip.
'I am glad...but I admit I remain ignorant in many ways: I am sure there is much for me yet to learn,' Anna commented suggestively, rubbing the breast she still held.
'Perhaps you would not like it,' Elizabeth commented seriously.
Anna grinned at the sheer ludicrousness of the suggestion, intent on convincing Elizabeth Stanmore just how great her love of women was by the nights end. 'Oh, dear – is it terrible, then? Does pleasure at a woman's touch start and end with a suck on her breast and a lick of her cunny?'
'There is more...much more,' Elizabeth whispered.
Buoyed by the heated look in her eyes, Anna slipped her hand between Elizabeth's closed thighs and cupped her wet heat, her own slit dampening and throbbing at the contact.
'Tell me how to pleasure you,' Anna urged, her eyes sincere in their plea and Elizabeth, seeing this, nodded on a soft smile and pressed Anna's seeking hand closer between her legs.
'If you push a finger into my hole, there is a spot to search out that when found leads to exquisite pleasure.'
'Truly?' Anna asked, surprised.
She had never touched inside herself before, had confined herself, when she pleasured herself, to rubbing at her hard bud to bring her release. Even with Emma, they had never strayed so far. But of course, Elizabeth had been married, had experienced the act of receiving her husband's staff inside her. The thought dampened Anna's ardour somewhat but as Elizabeth pulled the sheet off of them and spread her legs, her feet flat on the mattress, Anna forgot about her husband.