"I'll take my coffee on the terrace thank you Brabinger"
"Very well Lady Archer"
Lady Helen Archer stood politely as the waiter moved her chair discreetly back allowing her to depart from her table. It was Tuesday and the country club was full of the usual suspects. She counted three Earls, a Duke and at least four Mistress's as she made her way to the terrace. She nodded at a number of acquaintances as she elegantly moved amongst the tables and chairs, some of them still set out for late arrivals. The Club was nothing if not accommodating for its select band of members and it was not unusual to find tables seating late arrivals well into the afternoon.
Lady Archer chose a table on the terrace out of the sun and sat herself down, making sure not to crease her immaculate blue Gucci suit. At fifty years of age she felt that time had been kind to her, she still turned heads with her striking features, her hair bobbed and brunette, the same colour and style as when she was twenty. Her legs were good, long and athletic and her breasts still had much of the youthful perkiness that had ensured she had the pick of the suitors on the Deb ball circuit in the year of her coming out. She had married well and born three lovely children, now sadly all flown the nest except young Samantha who was the apple of her Mother and Fathers eye. All in all she was happy with her lot, OK her husband was absent on business more than she would of liked, she still had a woman's needs despite her age, but she never complained and always stuck by her man no matter what. She had forgiven him his little sordid affairs and always, always been faithful to him no matter what options had been presented to her.
Lady Archer toyed with her key ring while she waited for her coffee, where on earth was it? The service was normally excellent here what could have gone wrong? Helen put it down to the general deterioration of moral fibre amongst the working classes and resolved to complain to her good friend Henrietta St-John-Smythe about the matter. Hen would sort it out, she was secretary of the country club after all and there was nothing she couldn't fix. Suddenly the key ring she had been toying with slipped from her grasp falling with a clatter to the ground. As she bent to fetch it her skirt rode up her shapely legs, exposing her stocking clad thighs to the world, rather more thigh in fact than would normally have been considered decent in polite company. To make matters worse her blouse was gaping open as well offering unimpeded views of her considerable cleavage, an altogether unsatisfactory situation for a lady to be in. At that same instant a waiter coughed politely.
"Your Coffee Lady Archer"
Lady Archer straightened, as she did so her face came level with the crotch of the waiter who had spoken to her, who appeared to be standing a lot closer to her Ladyship than was strictly necessary. Lady Archer's view was filled with the waiter's crotch and she couldn't help but notice the largest bulge she had seen since Linford Christie had last graced the TV screens. For once in her life she was momentarily stuck for words as her gaze failed to be dragged away from what was clearly a rather large penis enclosed as it was in a pair of tight black waiters trousers. Helen could feel a heat rising in her cheeks but also more worryingly between her thighs, how long had it been since she had been this close to a real penis? To long she thought. She was also suddenly aware that she was showing a lot of thigh not to mention a good view of her stocking tops as well, her bra encased breasts completing a picture any voyeur would of loved to witness.
She quickly composed herself her eyes travelling further up the waiter's body, taking in the nametag and last, but by no means least, the fact that he was as black as the night itself. It was all she could do to stop herself gasping. The young man was about six-foot tall and about the same across the shoulders, the coffee tray looked tiny in his enormous hands as he towered over her.
Lady Archer remembered he had spoken.
"Thank you so much...Errol is it? Are you knew Errol?"
Lady Archer prided herself on her ability to talk to the lower classes and was completely unaware that she sounded like a patronising parent when she addressed anyone with less than three houses.
"Your Coffee Lady Archer. I'm am new your ladyship, I started just this week"
The way he talked to her didn't seem right, as though he viewed himself as her superior rather than her waiter. His attitude wrong footed Lady Archer and before she had a chance to reprimand him he was gone leaving her feeling a little confused and flustered by their meeting. It was only once he had gone that she remembered he must have seen not only her thighs but her breasts as well, albeit framed by her expensive lingerie. That thought sent a shiver through her. That black man had seen her most intimate parts, parts of her that were only seen by her husband and only then on the very rare occasions when he could be bothered to sleep in the same room as her. She would definitely have to talk to Hen about him he wasn't at all suitable for the country club! A tiny voice in Helen's head piped up "I hope he liked what he saw" as soon as she thought it she dismissed it as entirely out of hand, why would she think such a thing? She sipped her coffee and tried to ignore the nagging wetness between her thighs.
"Darling you look simply splendid"
Lady Archer addressed her youngest daughter as she sat in the living room of the family home. Samantha Archer was attending yet another debutante ball and was pirouetting around the living room desperate for her Mother's approval. Samantha had been fortunate to take after her Mother rather than her Father in the looks department and was tall and striking, her hair of deepest brown matching her eyes. Samantha had also been blessed with her Mothers legs and breasts, both of which were barely contained within the indecently short black dress that seemed to be all the rage this season. Helen could not believe the transformation from awkward teenager to striking young women that had been wrought in her youngest daughter in the last year of her life. They grow up so fast these days, she thought to herself. Samantha seemed so self-assured now, so confident. She had returned from school barely a week ago having recorded a full set of straight A exam results now, having turned eighteen she was taking a year off before going to university, it was time for her to let her hair down a bit.
"Darling you will be careful won't you? I know what these boys are like at these balls only after one thing"
"Oh Mummy I'm a grown up you know I can look after myself"
Lady Archer raised an eyebrow at that one but let it go. The blare of a horn announced the arrival of Samantha's taxi outside.
"OK just be careful, but darling have a good time won't you. And don't worry I wont wait up for you, now run along"
