It had been a long and hot midsummer's day on the estate, and all of the staff had been working hard. It was always this way when the Dansett's put on any kind of event. This one was an annually held one, known in the upper class circles as the Casino Evening. It was usually one of those days of the year blessed with fine weather.
The large Marquee had been erected on the South lawn, just to the side of the main house. This was the Casino for the weekend. The main guests would only be visiting for the one evening, but the Dansett's always let the staff have their own Casino Night the following day. It was a 'letting your hair down' kind of thing, and everyone at the house looked forward to it. As with almost all of Lord and Lady Dansett's endeavours, it required the staff to 'go that extra mile' to ensure it was a spectacular success. Many rich and influential people would be attending, and no one had been disappointed yet!
The grand banquet went like clockwork, and by seven in the evening, most of the guests were meandering across the lawns, heading towards the 'Casino'. The grass had been deliberately cut nice and short just so that the ladies long dresses would not snag. Inside the marquee was a deep burgundy coloured carpet that made the card tables and roulette wheels stand out nicely.
By the time eight o'clock had arrived, it was mainly the hardcore gamblers that remained. Some had wives, girlfriends, husbands or boyfriends with them, some not. The bar was still busy, and the murmur of conversation provided a constant hum. Members of the house staff were loitering or carrying drinks between the bar and various groups or tables that were situated around the outside edge of the carpet. It was still warm outside, and the daylight was only still thinking about fading.
The infamous Treasure Hunt was starting, and a group of people had gathered around the table set up in the corner. Christopher Dansett was handing out the clue sheets himself.
'Now, don't forget to pay for any treasure that you find, one thousand is the minimum reward, of course there is no upper limit.' He joked.
Several couples took their sheet of paper and began reading, each sheet was different. There were also quite a few single men and women wandering around intently trying to work out the clues before they had even gone outside.
The gambling around them continued.
'The East and West gardens are both included as your Map, enjoy yourselves.' Declared Lady Helena Dansett as some guests headed out of the marquee.
After another fifteen minutes or so, everyone taking part had left and disappeared into the surrounding gardens and grounds.
After working some things out, James had found his way over to the Tennis court. A high flying banker by trade, he had been invited to the event for the first time after his father had put him in touch with Lord Dansett to help with some investments overseas. He was not the usual rich brat that had been given a seat on Daddy's board of directors, and had worked hard since University to get to where he was. He was now very rich for his age, but was not brash along with it. He was also not the stereotypical good looking poster boy that had all the pretty girls chasing him around town, in fact he was quite ordinary to look at, which suited him just fine. He was quick witted though, and it hadn't taken very long to work out the clues. He was sure that he was in the right spot, and was excited, and slightly confused at the same time. He had heard the stories of the Dansett's famous Treasure Hunt, and wanted to know if any of it was true. He had done reasonably well at the card tables already, and his pocket was full of his winnings. He looked around. Then he saw the Bowling Green to his right, and realised his minor error. The 'grass so fine' that he sought was not the tennis court after all. He ambled over to the smaller manicured lawn, passing the small pavilion on his left.
As he came to the edge of the lawn, he spotted a small wooden bench a little off to the left hand end. On it was a very deeply folded blanket or throw that looked to be almost four inches deep. Upon this was kneeling one of the house maids. She was facing away from him, with her hands bound together and tied to the far end of the bench seat so her weight was on her knees and elbows. She wore what looked like a cream coloured silk mask that was in fact a full face blindfold, with only a small aperture to breathe through. It was fastened around the girl's head with a lace ribbon of gold. Her blonde hair was platted into a long tail that rested along her back, almost reaching to her short dark grey coloured skirt. Her shiny black court shoes hanging just off the end of the seat.
As he neared the bench, the girl's head turned slightly. He was soon standing slightly behind her, and off to her right side.
'Hello, my name is James.' He said softly. She didn't reply.
'Are you one of the treasures?' he asked.
She nodded slowly, still not saying a word.
'Wow.' He said. 'Maybe this is the best Treasure Hunt in the country after all.' He took a step closer, reached out, and gently stroked his hand over her perfectly rounded bottom while taking in her lovely legs and heels. James had a thing for a nice pair of legs, and classy or sexy shoes were always a good thing.
She didn't flinch at all. He was surprised, and a little thrilled by what was before him. He swept his hand a little further up her back, beside the platted hair, and down her left side. She moved a little, but not much. He gently caressed the side of her left breast through the flimsy silk or satin material of her cream blouse. Looking closer at the side of her face that was not covered by the mask, he now thought that maybe she was not so young after all. Maybe a young looking forty?
He looked around, slightly nervously. Then it dawned on him that everything he had heard about the Dansetts was probably true after all. He smiled to himself, and stepped sideways a little so that he was immediately behind her. With his legs slightly apart, her shoes hung in the space between his knees. He reached down and unzipped his trousers. Pulling aside his boxers, his now growing cock made a bid for freedom. Sliding his hands under each side of her skirt, he slid it up and over the pert bottom before him. She wasn't wearing any underwear. He reached between her legs with is right hand and caressed her. His pole was now ready for action, and he carefully aimed himself as he took hold of her narrow waist in both hands and smoothly but firmly thrust himself into her. Her arms stretched out before her, the thin rope pulled tight as he pulled her fully onto his shaft. She let out a long sigh as he filled her and began a very slow and deliberate motion forwards and backwards, almost completely withdrawing at the end of each stroke. After a minute or so, she stopped trying to hold her head up, and began to breathe more heavily as James continued to slide his rod in and out of her. He didn't want to rush this moment, and was still having a hard time believing that it was really happening. Another couple of minutes later, he slid his hands further up her sides and began to gently squeeze her breasts. They were firmer than he expected, and nicely shaped to fill his hands, not too big, or too small he thought. Her nipples were very stiff, and he delighted in running his fingernails over the shiny blouse's surface where they were trying hard to poke through. She clearly had no underwear on at all of any kind. Rocking back and forth, enjoying every second, he became braver. He leant forwards so that he could access the front of her blouse, and began to unbutton it from the top down. He reached inside and stroked her bare smooth warm flesh keenly. He was now becoming a little more eager the more excited he got. His motions sped up a bit, and his hands were all over her. She was by now beginning to have trouble keeping quiet, and her soft moaning started to fill the air. He took hold of her platted hair in his left hand and pulled on it a little - just enough to lift her head up again. He then reached around with the other hand and took a hold of her bare neck. He gripped her throat firmly, but not hard enough to hurt her as he turned her head enough that he could at least see the side of her face while he continued to pump her relentlessly. He was now ramming himself against her with some force. Suddenly he let go of her neck, and took hold of both of her shoulders, pulling himself into her as far as he could manage with each forward thrust.
When he came, he let out a low guttural moan as he emptied himself inside her. She whimpered and then moaned too as she orgasmed at the same moment. James continued, grasping her hips as he finished.
The maid now slumped forwards a little, resting herself on her arms in the thick blanket. Her hands were still clasped together as she savoured the ebb of her pleasure. Her breath still a little ragged, she fought to compose herself.
James repacked his shorts, and zipped himself up again. He gently pulled her skirt back down over her beautiful behind, and stepped forwards beside her. Bending down a little more, and still breathing a little heavily himself, he gently kissed her on the cheek. He removed his hand from his pocket, and silently placed a roll of paper money in front of her on the seat.
