Remain polite and agree to Louise’s outrageous request
From Create Your Own Story
Aristocracy is after all about appearing civil while boiling up inside, you have practiced this for your entire life so not even Louise Remick´s outrageous request manages to unnerve you.
“My matter is extremely urgent.” You reply forcing yourself to be calm.
“Very well” the maid replies, stepping back to allow you into the curtained area, and then closing and locking the door behind you after you have entered.
The silk curtains obscure the bathing area, your nostrils are teased and then overpowered by a blanket of musky perfume and incense, making the space seem almost mystical. Now you are in the curtained area you catch glimpses of the room beyond the curtains. In the centre of the room is a large circular ivory tub with bronze clawed feet. And you feel your heart stop for a moment when you see its inhabitant, this mysterious celebrity, Miss Louise Remick, diamond of the French theatre.
You feel like a peeping tom but are unable to resist glancing though the part in the curtains, again and again as you undress. Most of her body is submerged in hot foamy water that reaches just below her elegant breasts. Being half covered in foam doesn’t take away from their godlike refinement. They stand upwards and proud, there are no signs of sagging to be seen, they just perfect. Two globes of gleaming wet flesh with cute pink nipples at the end. Her feet that she has raised out of the water share the remarkable skin of her breasts. Even the sole, the lowest point of her body is spotless. No wrinkles or jaggedness to be found. It’s as if she never took a step in their life so her skin still has the smooth baby skin of youth.
With the maids assistance you undress, managing to carefully place your clothes on a chair so as not to reveal any hidden weapons to the maid. The curtained area is small, and your attempts to conceal your weapons, combined with your frequent glances into the bathing area, make your movements unpredictable. This results frequent unexpected collisions between you and the maid. Initially you pay no attention as your bodies brush against one another and the maid’s hands touch you in unexpected locations. But as more and more of your clothing is removed you find yourself becoming increasing aware of the maid’s muscular dancers body clad only in a wet cotton shift grazing against your slightly more heavily muscled warriors physique.
Assessing the situation you become aware of the mixed emotions running through your body. You are burning with rage, utterly furious at Louise Remick for halting the boat for a bath and requiring you join in said bath to discuss the matter. Yet you find peaking at Louise’s nakedness while you yourself are undressing, unexpectedly erotic. At the same time you are very aware of the Arabic maid’s intimate closeness, the serpentine grace of her movements, and you feel your body tingling at each contact as she brushes tantalizingly against you. Seldom have you found any female, whose athleticism compares to your own, you find her coiled musculature as attractive as it is impressive.
Angry, aroused and distracted you realise with a start that: the maid in front of you has stopped moving; you are naked; and that both of your superbly conditioned bodies are quivering with arousal.
