The Countess' Maid (Part I)

Alexandra was running through the mansion’s sumptuous corridors trying, as fast as she could, to get to the Lady’s room. The young countess Cordelia Eleanor had been calling her hastily. She was informed of this by one of her fellow servants, with a terribly pale face and his eyes filled with dismay – when the countess got angry, she could make the foundations shake…

“And don’t let anyone disturb us” had whispered the young girl venomously according to her poor friend.

She arrived trembling and terribly frightened to the door of her Lady’s room. Trying to get her breath back and fixing her hair with her hands, she attempted to knock on the door so she could be allowed to enter. But before even touching it, the door opened and two fair hands shot out and interlocked their fingers at the back of Alexandra’s neck. A second later, she was dragged into the room and felt pair of moist lips against hers.

The young maid was surprised at first, but after a few seconds she gave the kiss back with the same passion. When they both ran out of breath, they moved apart slowly. Alexandra sighed quivering, leaned her head over the countess’ naked shoulder and, still trembling, embraced her. Without speaking or letting her go, Cordelia moved apart displacing the hands from the young maid’s neck to her burning cheeks. Touching them slightly, incited her to open her eyes and lay them down her silver iris.

Both girls contemplated each other, before melting again in a tender kiss. The aristocrat one took her hands to her lover’s waist and clutched her body to hers. Alexandra folded her arms behind the noble’s thin bejewelled neck, pressing herself more against her. Without breaking the kiss, the countess’ long fingers started to untie softly her maid’s bodice and slid it down her shoulders. Kissing down the neck of Alexandra, leaving her mouth free to release small sighs, caressed the skin under her white shirt, letting it slip off her arms, until it hit the floor. Her fingers went down from her shoulder blades to the waist, where they undid the multiple skirts, which slipped down her legs. The countess lifted her hands to Alexandra’s breasts, pulling a groan out of her:

“Cordelia…” whispered against her lips.

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Probably I won't be writing again until the end of January. Busy times are coming.