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The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Two.
By Christine Stevenson,
http://www.mschristine.com/books.html
Copyright 1986-2000 Christine and David Stevenson
She ate her breakfast slowly, while she plotted the downfall of
the Caretaker. When she had finished eating, she had a plan all
worked out, and issued very specific instructions to her maid.
After running her Mistress' bath, she was to seek out the
Caretaker and tell him it would only be convenient if he came to
mend the window between four and five o'clock. Not before - not
after. He was especially to be out of the apartment by five.
That organised, she decided to take her bath, and soaked
herself in the bubbles, while she waited for the maid to return.
That the mission had been successfully accomplished was duly
reported to her Mistress, and so was the fact that the Caretaker
was currently lying in a pool of water in the basement, mending a
leak.
The maid then gently towelled her Mistress dry, and powdered her
body. The Countess, whose machinations concerning the Caretaker
had turned her on, was becoming more and more aroused, as the
maid touched her body. She pushed her to her knees, and while she
fondled her own breasts, made use of the ever-willing tongue of
her servant.
She licked avidly, exploring every crevice between her Mistress'
legs, savouring the flavour and eventually teasing the Countess
to several delicious orgasms. When she was thoroughly satiated,
the Countess pushed her human dildo to one side, walked back into
the bedroom and waited to be dressed.
*******************
He cursed quietly under his breath, for about the hundredth
time - he hated plumbing. The builders had certainly cut a few
corners and he was always left to sort out the problems. His
stomach was complaining about missing lunch, and he was damp and
sweaty. Why, he wondered, were water leaks always in such
inaccessible places?
He had been lying on his back in this puddle, wrench poised, when
her maid had stepped delicately over his tools and passed on her
message. She had given him a curious look, as if knowing
something he didn't, and it had intrigued him at the time but was
soon forgotten again as he strained with all his might to tighten
the new joint on the pipe.
He would not have been able to fix the window until about four
o'clock anyway, but he had been hoping she would be there. Now it
seemed she wanted him to do the work while she was out. Probably
thought he would make an unbearable noise and disturb her.
He tried to recapture his feelings and fantasies of the early
morning, but the plumbing was taking all his energy. Never mind,
there was always later, in the privacy of his small apartment.
He finished with just enough time to change into some clean, dry
overalls, before his appointment with the window. Maybe just
enough time to grab a quick snack as well. He opened his
refrigerator. It was almost empty as usual. Somehow he never
managed to organise his shopping trips regularly enough. He would
just have to buy extra next time, and settle for a lump of cheese
now and a T.V. dinner later.
He arrived at her apartment to be confronted by a note,
obviously for him, pinned to the door. He gathered he was to let
himself in and get on with the job. He reached into one of the
deep leg pockets of his overalls and found his set of master
keys. Having gained entrance, he headed straight for the bedroom,
noting as he went, that the Countess had spared no expense on her
furnishings. It was a far cry indeed, from his humble abode.
He was not, however, ready for what confronted him in her
bedroom. She had apparently forgotten to tell her maid to tidy
up, for on the bed lay an assortment of exotic, sexy underwear,
and neatly placed across the pillows was a school cane. On second
thoughts, it looked as if it had been arranged deliberately.
Presumably, she wished to make a selection later, but that did
not explain the presence of the cane.
He stood and looked at the tantalising display in front of him
for several minutes, before he remembered why he was there. He
moved, somewhat reluctantly, towards the window, giving the
clothes one final look before he focused his attention on the
task ahead.
As his hands worked on the window clasp, his mind tried to work
out why the Countess should have a cane, and even more strangely,
why it was placed so neatly with the underclothes?
The window did not take very long to mend, the clasp only needed
a little oil, and he was about to leave, but the underclothes
were so compelling, he again walked over to the bed. It could not
do any harm just to have a look at them - maybe just touch some
of them.
The Countess need never know, besides, it was her own fault for
leaving them out.
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