By Jen
I was now consumed by curiosity, and resolved to find out that night where the nocturnal wanderings of our governess took her. I was not to be disappointed.
I retired at the usual time, but after Mademoiselle bade me good night and shut my door, I hopped out of bed. Moving a chair and quilt close to the door I sat with a shrouded candle, reading and listening for the sound of her door.
Sure enough, as the shadows deepened, I heard a soft click from down the hall, and lay on the cold floor to peer under the door. My room lay at the bend in the hall, so afforded a view directly down it, and I saw her bare feet padding along the carpets towards me. I had expected my vigil to last several nights before I caught her, and thrilled at my early luck. Snuffing the candle lest I give myself away, I held my breath as the feet came silently towards my door, then passed and headed down the other branch of the hall towards the main stairs.
I gave her a moment to pass, then as quietly as possible opened my own door and edged out. I expected to see her receding down the hall in her nightgown, but instead I saw in the moonlight that she was completely naked. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her shapely back, and her buttocks wiggled sensuously as she walked. She seemed not in the slightest embarrassed to be wandering the house nude, and after she disappeared around the corner at the end of the hallway I followed swiftly to regain sight of her.
Stopping to conceal myself at the end of the hall, I saw her descending the wide main staircase. Her eyes were open, but she did not look about, and her pace was measured. She seemed unhurried, and as she walked through the beams of moonlight from the large windows I saw her naked body illuminated. She had full breasts capped by slightly upturned nipples that stood erect in the night air. Her waist was nearly as tapered as when she wore her corset and clothes, and her soft belly bore a slight roundness that complemented her womanly hips and buttocks. Nestled between her thighs was a small patch of dark curls, and her legs were long and shapely. I had never seen a woman so beautiful, and followed her at a distance when she moved on into the house.
Soon she came to one of the drawing rooms, within which a light burned. I could not follow, but slipped into the small office adjacent, from which I knew a side door opened into the drawing room. To my relief, the office was in darkness, and the adjoining portal lay a little open, affording a fair view of the room.
From my shadowy position I spied the room beyond, and sure enough saw Mademoiselle pass into my line of sight and stop before the fireplace that lit the room. Seated in an armchair was my stepmother, wearing her velvet cloak, with her crossed legs showing high leather riding boots. The governess knelt before her and kissed her hand. I expected Mama to rise, but instead she waved her towards a nearby mahogany table. Without a word, Mademoiselle sat upon its edge and lay back. She squirmed backwards until her head projected over the other edge, on the side closest to me. She let her head fall back and her long hair fell towards the floor. She drew her knees up, and spread her legs wide, which I imagine afforded my stepmother of a view of what lay between. Running her hands delicately down her inner thighs she began to play lightly amongst the nest of curls and the luscious parts within. I found the idea of participating unseen in this debauched spectacle irresistible, and drawing my arm inside my own nightgown I ran my hand down my body and touched my own feminine treasures. Warm juices had begun to flow between the lips.
Presently, my stepmother arose from her chair and sauntered over to the table, never taking her eyes off the squirming form upon it. She came to a stop between the spread knees of the governess, and with a mischievous smile ran her hand down the thighs and smeared her palm all over the opened labia. Drawing her hand back to her face, she made a great show of slowly licking some of the feminine juices from it with a smile. I matched her by putting a juice-smeared finger of my own in my mouth and sucked on it, savoring my own taste as she must be that of the governess. I found what I was doing both faintly revolting and incredibly exciting.
Stepmother smiled wickedly at the scene as if she were pleased with it, then brought her hands to the breast of her cloak and unfastened it. It fell to the floor and I saw that beneath it she wore nothing but the long riding boots I had seen when she sat. Her naked body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her nubile figure was firm and shapely, yet soft and inviting. Tall and slim, she ran her fingers through her dark hair, and it fell down around her shoulders, brushing the top of one of her small breasts on one side. Her hands ran down over her body, and she caressed the soft breasts herself for a moment, before the hands slid down over her flat belly and hips. She passed her touch to Mademoiselle’s pointed toes, and ran it up the legs to the woman’s inner thighs. Then she knelt down and brought her face close to the bed of curls and the soft, hot wetness within.
I stopped, just lightly touching my clitoris while I waited for her to begin. Sure enough, she extended her tongue and, looking up along the governess’s gently squirming body, touched it to her. I urged her on mentally, and began to work more urgently upon myself. Her tongue traveled the length of Mademoiselle’s slit, and explored within the lips, pausing to lick delicately around the hole that led inwards. Then she closed her eyes and opening her mouth wide, took in all of the arrayed genitalia into her mouth. I could see her tongue within licking more strongly, and matched it by spreading my own parts wide and sliding the fingers of my other hand into my vagina as far as I could. I could resist moaning with pleasure, but my breath became ragged as I watched the spectacle before me.
Suddenly she looked directly at where I hid in the shadows of the doorway, and the tip of her tongue beckoned in my direction. Though I was sure I was concealed she looked me directly in the eye, and I was suddenly aware of what I must look like, knelt on the floor with my legs apart, and my hands obviously giving myself pleasure. I ducked back behind the door, and was shocked to see that all the candles in the room in which I hid were lit, though all had been darkness when I stole in. Panicked, I fled and ran back to my room in shame and confusion.
I thought I heard a woman’s laugh ringing behind me as I escaped. But no one followed.
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