Dirty Lady Katherine

by Alexis Shore

  Peeking from the trees, she saw the light in one of the holiday chalets was on. It had slipped her mind they had tourists visiting, and she checked the sight lines. She couldn’t be sure she had been hidden from view.

  Ah well. No matter.

  The warmth of the sitting room greeted her; she hadn’t been aware of how cool the air had become. She snuggled down with a trashy book and tried to ignore the dull insistence in her loins. It mixed with her nerves to create a flutter in her tummy.

  The Lady Katherine had never been with a woman.

  A little later, she perched on her dining chair, alone at one end of the long table as Paul laid a plate in front of her. Being served like this had never been enjoyable, but one must keep up appearances. The trembling in her belly meant she wouldn’t eat much anyway.

  Sally hovered to one side, and Katherine had to concentrate hard not to flick a lascivious glance her way. Finally, she felt her beside her, and watched as the neck of the decanter tinkled against the lip of her glass. The wine gulped in gently, and she heard Sally ask, “About ten o’clock?”

  Katherine’s button literally twitched at the sound of her voice. The tip of her tongue darted out and moistened her lips, and she stared stoically at the filling glass.

  “Yes,” she whispered, looking to see if Paul was listening. He was not.

  As Sally stepped away, she lifted a finger to a lock of Katherine’s hair and flicked it back over the shoulder. And then the staff was gone, and Katherine was left alone to her thoughts.

  When Paul returned he noted, “No appetite tonight ma’am?”

  “No, sorry,” she said, shaking the erotic fug from her head.

  “Perhaps you can nibble on something at supper.”

  The image of Sally flashed through her mind, and Katherine smiled softly at what she might be nibbling later.

  “Perhaps,” she said softly.

  *

  “Is that what you’re wearing?”

  The derision in Tom’s question made Katherine pout, and she looked at herself in the mirror with a frown. The long brown hair hung down over her slender shoulders, where the delicate straps of her navy blue night shift hung. The sheer satin dangled around her flesh, touching her only at the breasts, while the hem teased at the front of her legs. It barely covered her plump mons.

  She thought its plain elegance looked good, and was about to protest when his laugh told her he’d been teasing.

  “No,” he said pushing a tape into his camera, “You look fabulous.”

  “What if she doesn’t come?”

  “I’m sure she will,” he said with a wink.

  She rolled her eyes, “I meant what if she doesn’t show up?”

  “I’m sure you can find something to do instead,” he said, looking down at some buttons on the machine, “Bet you’ve been fantasising all day.”

  She didn’t answer him, and instead went to the jewellery chest that sat atop her giant mahogany drawers. It took a moment, but she soon found her silver ankle bracelet, and as Tom polished his lens, she lifted her left foot onto a chair and clipped it on.

  It felt nice against her freshly bathed flesh.

  She fussed with her hair and tried to ignore the tightening sensation in her stomach. At the moment it was more nerves than arousal, and she wondered apprehensively if she could relax enough to enjoy this.

  “Can you turn on another light?” Tom’s voice seemed so cool and distant. Perhaps he was trying to remain professional, but she hoped he was excited at the show he was about to document.

  If she wasn’t overcome with stage fright of course.

  The single lamp bathed the room in a soft orange glow, and she liked the ambience of it. “I’d rather not,” she admitted.

  Tom shrugged and adjusted some settings on the camera.

  “You wet?” he asked idly.

  “What do you think?” she admonished automatically.

  Another shrug. His apathy at the whole thing was certainly convincing, but it would be nice to see at least some hesitance and unease from him.

  “Are you hard?” she mimicked his indifferent tone, but was actually more than a little curious.

  “Was,” he said, “But got Sally to give me a hand job earlier. Much better now.”

  Katherine giggled, relaxing slightly. He obviously sensed her tension and was good enough to try and calm her.

  “No,” he said through a smile, “Must admit, it’s been aching all evening.”

  Katherine said nothing and turned back to her chest. As she picked out a bracelet, she darted a surreptitious look his way and was pleased to see he wasn’t lying. He was human after all.

  She chose a chunky open cuff of solid silver that was worth more than she paid Sally in a year. As she slipped it onto her slender wrist she took a longer look at his trapped erection. The shape of it was clearly visible through his trousers, and he caught her looking.

  Her eyes darted away and she blushed slightly.

  “She’s late,” she said by way of cover.

  He checked his watch and shook his head, before unfastening it and putting it on the dresser. “Don’t want it clicking and clacking as I wank.”

  She snorted a short laugh, but heard herself ask, “Will you?”

  “No,” he replied, “All the jiggling ruins the shot. I’ve put two mics on the head board and tucked the mixer under the bed.”

  She didn’t care; the knots in her stomach were tightening.

  They both looked over as the heavy oak door clicked open and slowly swung on its hinges. She heard Tom lift his camera up and the familiar mechanical whir buzzed gently as the tape began to run.

  Katherine swallowed back the nerves.

  The aged grandfather clock began chiming out on the landing, and Sally stepped in.

  She looked stunning.

  Her curled red hair was hanging down, and her pale skin was almost alabaster white, save for a red flush at her cheeks. If she’d chosen her outfit to appeal, she’d certainly succeeded.

  It was a tan coloured crocheted woollen dress with such an open weave it was like netting, and it was almost as short as Katherine’s shift. Underneath, Sally wore a set of matching underwear, the ecru cotton so elegantly plain it looked like a bikini set.

  The Lady Katherine felt the clarion call of her clitoris.

  Sally strode towards her, her naked feet pushing into the plump pile of the Arabian rug. Her lips were swollen and red, it almost looked like lipstick; but Katherine realised her complexion was flawless and she’d never seen her wearing any make-up.

  The confidence that oozed from her was incredibly arousing, and Katherine felt her heart beating faster as she drew ever closer. The warmth of her breath teased at Katherine’s face as Sally stopped, so near now. Their lips were achingly close, and Katherine could feel the air moving as Sally’s eyelashes fluttered.

  “Ma’am,” she simpered, leaning ever closer and opening her mouth, without actually touching hers.

  “Katherine,” she breathed. And then she finished the journey herself, pushing her lips to Sally’s and kissing her softly. The tiny sparks of an intimate embrace at last were delicious, and her spine tingled in appreciation. It was such a light peck, but it was exactly what she’d been aching for these past few months.

  It was over far too soon, and Sally stepped past her, looking around the room with such poise and self-assurance. She patted at the corner of the giant mattress, floated to the chest, examined its contents fleetingly, and gave a little acknowledging nod towards Tom.

  Katherine had forgotten he was there.

  Sally turned back to face her, and she seemed so far away now. Katherine wanted to approach her, but her feet betrayed her and sunk deeper into the rug.

  She watched though as Sally quickly adjusted the dress around her chest, and noticed her nipples were swollen against the ecru cotton. Those breasts were more ample that she had expected, certainly fuller than they ever looked in her white maid’s blouses. They w
ere so firm too, and Katherine remembered that Sally was barely eighteen.

  “So,” Sally broke the silence, “why don’t you come over here?”

  As she said it, she stroked her arms out from her sides along the width of the drawers, lifting her dress higher up her hips. She was clearly revelling in the reversal of their normal power dynamic; in more ways than one, judging from the spot of darker ecru this motion exposed at the slope of her briefs.

  Lady Katherine didn’t mind; she was swimming in the sumptuous arousal of it all herself. Her feet did as they were bid finally, and as she stepped towards this delicious creature, the satin shift danced on her skin, teasing her nerve-endings.

  As she arrived, Katherine reached her hands to Sally’s hips, but they never arrived. Sally lightly gripped her wrists, and pulled Katherine’s arms in such a way that she nearly toppled forward. Their chests pressed together, and the warmth of their flesh through material felt so yummy that Katherine moved her mouth to Sally’s once more.

  But again Sally teased her, moving away slightly. Katherine chased her mouth, as Sally played hard to get – their hot breath mingling in that infinite space between their lips. With each motion, their breasts massaged together, and Katherine’s nipples poked hard into Sally’s.

  With her wrists trapped, Katherine could do nothing, and the helplessness only heightened her arousal. Sally bought Katherine’s right hand up between them, gripping it softly at the wrist and pushed the back of her fingers into her own pale white cheek. Those fingers curled into Katherine’s palm, and Sally’s eyelids batted at the touch.

  Katherine watched as Sally then bought the curled up hand to her mouth and pressed the middle knuckle to her lower lips. The air from her sigh danced over Katherine’s skin as she tried to comprehend what was happening. A pressure on her wrist made her hand pull against Sally’s lip, and she felt her middle finger unfurl until the tip of it rested on her lover’s chin.

  Sally dipped her head slightly, and her moist lips engulfed the end of her extended finger, sighing over it as she sucked gently. Katherine took a breath herself as Sally looked into her eyes with a burning desire and softly clamped her teeth into Katherine’s flesh. A lusty smile blossomed around it, and Sally released it, before pulling her Lady’s hand down between them, guiding her finger right to her briefs.

  The heat down there as Katherine’s finger brushed the cotton was fantastic. The material slipped under her touch as she was guided into the forgiving flesh behind it, and she felt the moisture oozing from the fabric. Sally’s folds blossomed around the finger, squeezing the cloth against her flesh.

  This girl was so wet.

  Katherine felt her mouth pressing urgently into hers now, and the pressure on her wrist disappeared. Sally’s eager tongue pushed quickly inside and explored her with a wet searing heat as she rolled her hips beneath her, enjoying herself against Katherine’s finger.

  Katherine felt her hair being brushed from her shoulders, as Sally’s hands stroked through it and pulled it back into a tail behind her. Their tongues lapped, and Katherine pushed her finger deeper into the folds.

  Sally whimpered through the kiss.

  This made Katherine urge more wantonly onto it; she stepped in, feeling Sally’s thighs open to accommodate her as she leant back into the drawers.

  But as Katherine began pushing her own tongue into Sally’s mouth; she felt her hair being pulled lightly, but enough to make her neck bend and break the kiss with a smacking plop.

  Sally released the pressure and looked deep into Katherine’s eyes.

  “Go and lie down,” was her sultry command, and Katherine didn’t want to resist.

  The mattress sank beneath her slightly as she lay back into the embroidered quilt, propping herself up on the copious pillows, daring to lift one knee coquettishly, as she stroked her hands out from her hips and caressed the bedding.

  She watched Sally watching her. The red-haired vision had not moved from her perch.

  The wait was agony.

  But finally Sally came to the bed, and sat down beside her left foot, swishing her fingers at the delicate bracelet that hung from Katherine’s ankle, carefully not touching her skin.

  “It’s pretty,” Sally purred a little.

  Katherine was finding it hard to breathe, but she tried to sound cooler than she felt, “It was Mummy’s.”

  “Mmm,” Sally said, leaning to her raised knee and planting a soft, lingering kiss on it.

  “Yes,” Katherine said with a contented sigh that belied her ardour, “She bought it back from the Orient and –“

  Sally kissed her again, in exactly the same spot, and traced a single finger along the back of her sloped thigh. The sentence got lost in a whimpering exhale.

  Katherine swallowed, and began again, “- and had the emeraaaaald –“

  Sally’s finger stroked at the fold of her buttock beneath the satin shift, as her tongue swirled saliva into the skin of her knee.

  She had no idea what she’d been saying, as she swallowed and closed her eyes, sinking back into the plumped pillows. She wallowed in the sensation of the teasing finger and the rhythmic lashing of Sally’s wet tongue.

  “And had the emerald,” Sally prompted from the darkness.

  Katherine licked her lips, and tried to continue, “And had the emerald added by Harry Collins the Crown Jeweller. That was in – oh god.”

  Sally’s finger had brushed up her slit with the faintest of touches, but it rippled through her with a vertiginous surge.

  Lady Katherine smacked her lips and tried to focus in the dark, as Sally prompted her to carry on.

  “Um,” she swallowed back the lust again, “That was in two thousand and three, just before – mmmmm.”

  Sally’s lips fluttered at the nape of her neck, before her tongue glided up it with a fat hungry stroke.

  “Hello,“ Sally said coyly.

  That made Katherine open her eyes, and she saw Tom’s camera hovering nearby. She’d forgotten he was even here, and closed her eyes again immediately to focus on Sally’s hand as it cupped her belly through the satin and caressed her with the material.

  “How does her skin feel?” Tom asked from the dark.

  Sally’s voice sounded so soft, “Delicious.”

  The hand teased lower, tracing the shape of her stomach below the navel and making the satin tickle her downy bush. Katherine ran her hot tongue around her lips with a fat lick and let out a sigh.

  Sally’s began to peck delicately at her chest, planting tiny kisses all over the skin above her breastbone. Tiny specks of pleasure danced where they met the flesh, and Katherine rolled her eyes beneath her lids.

  “Is it nice,” Tom’s voice drifted at her from another place.

  “Yesss,” Katherine nearly hissed, delighted to hear the intense arousal in her own voice.

  “Does it feel different to a man?”

  “Mmm hmm,” and she didn’t want to talk anymore, because Sally licked her tongue up her throat, curling it round her chin and feeding it into her mouth. As the warmth of it surged through her, Katherine felt the hem of her shift being teased up slightly.