The Merry Maidens

It was a sultry summer's eve, and the air was thick with humidity. Martha, the plump and curvaceous maid, was alone in the sprawling mansion, tidying up after the wealthy family had left for their annual holiday. She hummed to herself as she dusted the elaborate silver candlesticks, her buxom figure straining against the thin fabric of her maid's uniform.

As she worked, Martha's mind began to wander to thoughts of her mistress, Lady Jane. The noblewoman was a striking beauty, with long, chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes. Martha had always admired her from afar, fantasizing about what it would be like to be in her presence.

Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from the drawing room. Cautiously, she approached the door and peeked inside. To her surprise, she found Lady Jane lounging on the velvet settee, her silk robe slipping off one creamy shoulder.

"Martha, there you are," Lady Jane purred, her voice low and seductive. "I've been waiting for you."

Martha's heart raced as she entered the room, her cheeks flushing pink. "Yes, my lady? How may I serve you?"

Lady Jane smiled wickedly, patting the space beside her on the settee. "Come here and I'll show you."

Martha obeyed, her legs trembling as she approached. As she sat down, Lady Jane's hand snaked out, grasping her wrist and pulling her closer. Their faces were mere inches apart, and Martha could feel the heat radiating off the other woman's skin.

"Martha," Lady Jane whispered, her breath ghosting over the maid's lips. "I've seen the way you look at me. I know you want me."

Martha swallowed hard, unable to deny the truth of Lady Jane's words. "I...I'm sorry, my lady. It's just that you're so beautiful..."

Lady Jane cut her off with a kiss, her lips soft and insistent against Martha's own. The maid melted into the embrace, her hands coming up to tangle in Lady Jane's silky hair. They kissed deeply, tongues entwining as they explored each other's mouths.

Lady Jane broke away, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a brief moment. "Take off your clothes, Martha," she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

Martha obeyed without hesitation, shrugging out of her uniform and letting it fall to the floor. Lady Jane's eyes raked over her body, taking in every curve and dimple.

"Exquisite," she breathed, reaching out to cup Martha's heavy breasts. The maid moaned softly as Lady Jane's thumbs brushed over her nipples, already hardened with arousal.

As Lady Jane continued to fondle her breasts, Martha's hands moved to the sash of the other woman's robe. She untied it slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth, pale skin. Lady Jane shrugged the robe off completely, and Martha gasped at the sight of her nude form.

Lady Jane was stunning, with full, round breasts and a narrow waist that flared out into wide hips. A neatly trimmed patch of curls adorned her mound, and Martha couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.

Lady Jane shuddered at the contact, her hips rocking forward into Martha's hand. The maid took the hint, slipping her fingers between the other woman's folds to stroke her slick flesh. Lady Jane was already wet, and Martha could feel her own juices beginning to coat her inner thighs.

The two women kissed and caressed each other, their hands roaming freely over every inch of exposed skin. They lay back on the settee, their legs entwined as they explored each other's most intimate places.

As Martha slid two fingers inside Lady Jane's tight heat, the noblewoman cried out in pleasure, her walls clenching around the invading digits. Martha thrust in and out, curling her fingers to hit that special spot deep inside.

Lady Jane's moans grew louder and more desperate as Martha worked her expertly, her own fingers strumming over the maid's engorged clit. They brought each other to the brink of ecstasy, their bodies writhing together in a tangle of limbs and tangled sheets.

Finally, with a scream of pure bliss, Lady Jane came undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Martha followed shortly after, her own release crashing over her like a tidal wave.

They collapsed together, panting and sated, their bodies still joined in the most intimate way. Lady Jane captured Martha's lips in a soft, languid kiss, whispering words of praise and adoration against her mouth.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion, Martha knew that this was just the beginning. She and Lady Jane had all summer to explore the depths of their desire, and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead them.

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