She was enjoying the walk through the grounds, unaccompanied by anyone at all. This was definitely what she called "me time". The sun was beginning to drop, but as it was still the height of summer, it was lovely and warm. She could see a few clouds starting to golden into what would probably be a beautiful sunset later on.
Anya was Polish by birth, but had lived her entire life except for the first six months in the UK. She spoke Polish, but her English was better. At just twenty years old, she was one of the youngest members of the household staff at Dansett House. She had been taken on as a trainee only six weeks ago, had fitted in very well, and seemed to get along with everyone. Her love of books had ensured that her "specialist" subject was to assist the librarian to carry out the cataloguing of the huge collection that had been passed down through the last five generations of Dansetts.
Having never been to College, or University, Anya was yet to have a relationship of any real depth. She was curious, but in no hurry to make any life changing decisions as yet. After having studied as many books as the library had to offer, she had certainly become a lover of art, and had taken up photography as a result. She always carried her camera with her just in case.
As it had been a hot day, Anya was enjoying her walk in just a thin sleeveless summer dress that flowed down to her ankles. She had been wandering aimlessly around the parkland for well over an hour now, and was in no hurry at all. For the last twenty minutes she had been carefully picking her way along the narrow path that wound through the old trees and bushes that bordered the northern side of the lake. It was a mature woodland that had been part of the estate for hundreds of years.
She came across an old tree stump and sat down to enjoy the view across the lake, and take in the atmosphere. She raised her camera and took a couple of shots. The silence was a treasure, and she always had her camera set to silent so as not to scare away wildlife that she might be trying to capture, or spoil a moment of peace.
After a short while, she resumed her amble through the wood, taking in all the smells and sounds of nature as well as it's beauty. After a further fifteen minutes or so, she came to a break in the trees, which opened out into a clearing about the size of one of the Tennis courts back at the house. The sun was cutting through the trees at a shallow angle, and the rays cast across the clearing were spectacular. She stood still and captured the scene with her camera. As she slowly looked around the clearing, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. It was just a dab of colour that seemed out of place. She looked again, and realised that it was in fact an item of clothing, draped over a fallen tree trunk. It looked to be a long dress similar to hers, and also in white. She looked a third time, and then noticed that the person that the clothing belonged to was also laying atop the fallen tree, completely naked and stretched out, seemingly enjoying a quiet nap au naturel.
Anya's curiosity piqued, she tiptoed around the edge of the clearing within the cover of the trees until she could get a better view of who the person might be. Once she was close enough to see the face, she realised that it was in fact Claire, one of the maids that had been at the house for some time and was quite senior in rank compared to herself.
Now that she was close, she could see that Claire was in fact fully stretched out along the tree, with both her hands and feet bound to it by lengths of rope wrapped around the huge girth of the trunk. The bark had long ago fallen away to leave the wood a much smoother surface. She lay there with her eyes closed, looking as serene as a piece of Art Nouveau sculpture. Anya couldn't help herself, and edged closer, taking care not to make a single sound, or step on anything that might. The scene before her was so beautiful that she carefully raised her camera, and holding her breath, took a few shots. The view through the viewfinder reminded her of those early risque photographs that the Victorians had created for "Men only" type clubs of the very early twentieth century. Anya continued to make her way around to the other side of the tree in silence while Claire seemed to sleep. The sun continued to fall over her beautiful naked body giving it an ethereal quality that seemed to make her glow.
Anya reached the part of the tree that was bathed in total sunlight. She now noticed a piece of paper that had been pinned to the wood below Claire's feet. Anya leant over and read the words written on it in a graceful italic script.
"Hello whoever you are. My name is Claire. I am a plaything for you to enjoy however you desire. My eyes will remain closed unless you wish otherwise. My guardian will return to release me at 17:00."
Anya looked down at the small clock on the camera. It read 16:24. She was now feeling quite excited, and wanted desperately to reach out and touch the sculpture before her. She remembered to breathe as she put the camera down carefully on another piece of wood laying nearby. She was now not so worried about making noises, but moved slowly anyway, not wanting to spoil the ambience that surrounded them. Gingerly she raised her hand, and brushed her fingertips along the smooth flowing length of Claire's leg, moving upwards from the rope over her ankles all the way to the point where her hip formed a soft valley down towards the smoothly shaved mound between her legs.
Anya traced a gentle line down between Claire's legs and softly stroked her intimately, running her fingers in small circles. Claire's breathing became slightly deeper, and slower, but she remained completely still and calm. Anya continued to run her fingers up and down between Claire's legs while she marvelled at those perfect breasts gently rising and falling. With her other hand, she reached up and cupped one, giving a delicate squeeze and pinching the nipple slightly. Reaching higher still, Anya stroked Claire's arms up to the knotted restraint over her wrists.
By now she was becoming more excited and also a little more daring. She leant over Claire, and softly kissed the now erect nipple. She then began to suck it, and after a few seconds, the urge to take the little bud gently between her teeth overwhelmed her. She pinched the other while she played her tongue over it. Her heart now starting to race with the lust that was building inside her. She began to stroke between Claire's legs with more resolve. Still Claire remained calm, although her breathing had definitely sped up along with her pulse. Her chest now rising and falling significantly faster, her back arching slightly away from the bare wood underneath her.
Still rubbing between Claire's legs vigorously, Anya was drinking in the view before her, and for the first time was succumbing to the ever rising lust within. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached down and lifted her dress up so that she could reach between her own legs. Her eyes closed as she began to focus on her own desires. Soon she was concentrating so fiercely on reaching her own ecstasy that she dropped to her knees on the soft grass and with her eyes still firmly closed worked herself to the point she longed for. With her breathing now ragged and shallow, she finally let out a low moan as she orgasmed like never before. She continued to massage her wetness until every nerve ending seemed to be on fire between her legs. She remained kneeling while she regained her breath for almost five long minutes. She looked over towards the sunset that was now beginning to set the sky afire.
'Looks like you really enjoyed that.' Came a soft quiet male voice from behind her.
Anya spun round on the grass, startled by the presence of another person. Standing behind her was a face she knew well. Gregory was looking as good as ever. She had leered at him from afar since she had started at Dansett House. She began to blush as she realised what he had just witnessed.
'How long have you been there Gregory?' She spluttered, whilst trying to maintain an air of dignity.
'Long enough to enjoy the show.' He replied warmly. He smiled, and she melted. 'I think Claire might be feeling left out now.' He chided.
