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Tara opened her eyes. She
felt slightly groggy but it was a good, contented feeling. Tara
realized that she was lying entwined with Iolanthe. The girls lay naked on their
sides with their arms and legs tangled together. Tara
could feel Iolanthe’s shaven cunt unconsciously rubbing against her hairy
one. The feeling of Iolanthe’s pussy lips against her own caused Tar’s
nipples to stiffen and soon her pubes glistened with both her and Iolanthe’s
juices
Tara placed a small kiss
on Iolanthe’s cheek. Iolanthe did not stir. Tara
kissed her again and, surprising herself at the
boldness of the act, moved a hand down to play with her friend’s cunt. The
girl made a little “mmmph” noise and nudged the
hand away. Still asleep, Iolanthe released her hold on Tara
and rolled away from her so that she had her back to Miss Sweetman.
Tara lay still for a few
minutes, she felt slightly hurt but she felt more frustrated than anything else. As she lay there, she thought about the previous
afternoon. How Iolanthe’s father had told her of the Roman foundations of the
house. Tara sat up and slid out of the bed.
She located her glasses after a little search, her vision
was blurry without them, and then looked around for her clothes. To Tara’s dismay, her clothes were nowhere to be found. If she was going to explore, she couldn’t do it
naked could she?
Tara opened Iolanthe’s
closet. This was a small room within Iolanthe’s bedroom. Tara
sighed, not that she’s really believed her clothes
would be there. For a moment, she contemplated borrowing some of her friend’s
clothes but then a mischievous grin crossed her face. The house was quiet, if
she was quick she could go exploring naked, nobody would see her.
Tara slowly opened the
bedroom door and peered cautiously around. As the coast was clear, Tara crept out. With little nervous steps, the
15-year-old made her way down the corridor. It was strange, if somebody had
told Tara, a week ago, that she be walking around a huge manor house in the
early morning completely naked she would have, well she’d have been too
ashamed to laugh but she would have called the person crazy.
However, that had been before last night. “God the sun
feels good,” Tara thought, not caring about
the fact the sun was shining in through many large windows on either side of
the corridor. She now strolled with an easy gait. Tara
didn’t even think that anyone passing by could see
her large perky nippled boobs or patch of tightly curled pubic hair.
Far away from the corridor, Tara
could hear the sounds of the house waking up. This caused her to become less
carefree and more conscious of her nudity. As she passed by a door, it began
to open. Tara’s hands flew to hide her tits
and pussy. She stood like a statue as the door swung open. Footsteps sounded
and headed in the direction Tara had just
come from. Tara dared to look behind her. A
black girl in a maid’s uniform was carrying linens
back towards the wing Tara had left. She didn’t appear to have noticed the naked 15 year-old at
all.
Tara breathed a sigh of
relief. She continued on her way again, but she was more cautious. Presently
she came to an ancient looking doorway. Tara had passed a few like it but
something she could not describe informed Tara
that she should open this one. Checking that nobody was around, Tara slowly opened the door, it swung smoothly as if it
wanted to open for her as quickly as possible. Behind the door lay a stone
staircase leading downward. Tara
didn’t even hesitate. She headed down the stairs. The
stone was cold against her bare feet but as she neared the bottom of the
steps, the air became humid.
There was an archway in front of Tara.
She walked through it and gasped in wonder at what she saw. Tara
had seen pictures of Roman baths in books but she never thought she’d see one for real. The room was lit
from candles, thousands of them, set in countless alcoves in the wall. The
light gave the room and almost church-like atmosphere. Around the walls were
pillars that once must have supported the roof, but now they seemed to just
be decorative. Between the pillars, there were large stone benches.
In the center of the room was a large deep pool. Tara walked over to it. Her naked reflection looked
back at her, she didn’t feel any shame in that.
On the floor of the pool, there was a mosaic. It continued
the theme of the carving Tara had seen the
previous day. This time, however, the man with horns had put down his pipes
and was kneeling behind one of the girls. The girl, who looked not much older
than Tara herself, was on all fours. Pan, for it was he, held the girl by the
hips, his cock large and obscenely erect. There was a look of bestial lust on
the faces of the Satyr and the nymph. Tara
shivered looking at the mosaic even though it didn’t
exactly scare her.
Miss Sweetman sat down at the side of the pool. The stone
floor felt cool against her bare ass and cunt. Tara
swiveled slightly so she could dip her feet in the water. The water was
wonderfully warm. She placed her hands behind her, closed her eyes and leaned
back. The air in the room was warm and moist and Tara
felt her skin develop sheen of sweat.
Tara closed her eyes, “Mmm this felt good.” She thought she should have been
naked more often. The room was quiet and the water made pleasant little
sounds as Tara dabbled her feet in. “I should go for a swim,” Tara thought. She opened her eyes, removed her glasses
and eased herself into the pool.
The water caressed her delectable body. The surface was
level with Tara’s nipples. Tara
smiled at the delicious warmth of the water surrounding her. She dew in a
breath, held in and plunged under the water. A few seconds passed before Tara emerged. She took another breath then began to
swim across the pool using the breaststroke.
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Around the time
Tara
was becoming acclimated to the pool, Iolanthe’s bedroom door opened. Iolanthe
was still asleep but had again changed positions. She was now lying on her back
with her knees splayed.
Tam entered the room. He walked over to his little
sister’s bed and looked down at her. Without saying
anything to wake her, he quickly removed the deep purple robe that loosely
thrown about his bare shoulders. Beneath the robe he
was just as naked as Iolanthe. His cock was already in a state of
semi-erection and becoming stiffer. Tam lifted the comforter and slipped into
the bed with his younger sister.
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