The buzz of an incessant fly, buzzing around her bed, gently woke Mitzee from her afternoon nap. She was lying across her double feather bed, dressed only in her bloomers and a blouse, and curled up on a soft goose down comforter that her maid Neena had quilted for her. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. There it was again. It was becoming annoying. She wanted it to stop, and stop now.
There was hardly a breeze filtering through the open windows of her second story bedroom in her plantation home in the Louisiana delta. The hot summer sun was doing a grand job of baking the countryside and generally, making life miserable for her. It was difficult to keep her makeup from running in such stifling heat. If it was that torturous for her, she could hardly imagine how severe it must be for the three dozen slaves who labored from sunup to sunset in her 640 acre plantation.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. "Neena!" she hollered. "Neena, come here right now." That darned fly had to go.
"Yes, miss Mitzee. What can I do for you?" Neena was an attractive 20-year old negra who had been born on the plantation. Her long muscular legs, well developed buttocks, and slender waist supported an athletic upper body, accentuated with two pert breasts which bounced freely beneath the soft cotton material of her white summer dress. Mitzee's father had treated her special, from the day she was born. Shortly after her birth, he had brought Neena's mother into the house to cook. Mitzee was 18 at the time. She had spent many a day playing with and caring for young Neena, to the point where she was like a second mother. Neena's skin, smooth and blemish-free, was a lighter shade of brown than her mother, almost creamed coffee color. That was quite unusual since all of the other slaves were much darker.
Mitzee's father had been killed during the civil war, and her mother had died a year later from the heart ache of losing him. Now Mitzee, and her husband Lawrence were left alone to run the plantation. They had no children, because of a medical condition with her husband. She had yearned for children, but had resigned herself to the fact that it was impossibility.
The slaves who had stayed behind after the war, were not really slaves anymore. Something called the Emancipation Proclamation had given all slaves their freedom. About half the slaves left the plantation, heading up north to look for a better life. The rest stayed, of there own free will, because Mitzee and her husband were very kind to them, and the plantation provided a good living for all concerned.
"Neena, swat that dreaded fly for me. He is buzzing all over the place and bothering me something awful." As Neena tracked down the fly and shooed it out the open window, Mitzee stretched languishingly, as she lay on the bed, admiring the gracefulness and beauty of Neena's sleek body, silhouetted against the bright light of the noonday sun, shining through the window. She was attracted to Neena, in a sexual sort of way that she just couldn't put into words. She had never felt like this toward another woman, but Neena was so innocent and beautiful. Moreover, she and Mitzee had a very special relationship, which had developed over the years.
"Neena, honey. I would kill for a cold drink of your mama's fresh squeeze lemonade. How about running down stairs and bring me big glass full." Neena, quick to please her misses, bowed in a polite curtsy and left the room. Mitzee sat upright on the edge of the bed and stretched again. She stood up and sauntered over to the open window, reaching up to tie her shoulder length brunette hair in a pony tail, as she gazed out across the fields. Her cotton blouse was unbuttoned to the waist, and her large melon sized breasts stood out, supported by her brassiere, as if being offered up on a platter. She brought her hands down to her chest as her long slender fingers cupped each large mammary, reveling in there weight and fullness.
She suddenly got the urge to tweak and tease her sensitive nipples. As she pinched and rolled her swollen nipples between her thumbs and fingers, she looked down onto the lawn and made eye contact with a young black buck named John. He quickly looked away and ducked his head as he made his way toward the stables. Mitzee realized he had been watching her fondle her half naked breasts, while standing in front of the open window. The thought made her become quite wet in her crotch as she moved back from the window. She made a mental note to deal with young John later.
Neena returned with the glass of lemonade as Mitzee stood in front of the dresser mirror, admiring her 38-year old body. She still looked young and healthy, though she was getting up in years. She took the glass from Neena and sipped on the cool, sweet, and tart yellow liquid.
"Your mamma makes the best lemonade in the whole world," she said as Neena stood behind her, admiring her reflection in the mirror. "Help me get these clothes off so I can get dressed for lunch, Neena honey."
Mitzee set the glass of lemonade on the dresser as Neena reached around her waist, from behind, and finished unbuttoning her misses' cotton blouse. She and Mitzee made eye contact in the mirror as she slipped the blouse off her shoulders. As she stood in front of the mirror, in her brassiere and bloomers, she marveled at the erotic contrast of their skin. Mitzee was Lilly white, while Neena was milk chocolate.
"Unhook my brassiere Neena," Mitzee said. I want to change into something more comfortable for lunch. Mitzee had a favorite stiff white cotton sun dress she loved to wear in the heat of the day. She could wear it without a petticoat and brassiere, and it gave her great freedom of movement. She really liked the way it pressed firmly against her full bosoms, and the cotton material stimulated her nipples, so that they stayed hard, pressing against the material like two glass marbles.
Neena's hands began to tremble with sexual excitement as her nimble fingers began to unhook the small buttons holding together her misses' brassiere. The bra was imported from France and made of the finest silk. Neena yearned for the day when she could have a brassiere like that for herself. Her misses had offered her one, for herself, but it was much too large.
Mitzee watched the reflection of Neena's face in the mirror as she deftly unbuttoned the last button. She was so pretty. She craved to lie with her on her bed and to hold and squeeze her firm body, pressing her firm naked breasts against her own, softer and fuller mounds. Just then, the brassiere fell free in the back and Mitzee slumped her shoulders forward, allowing the straps to fall down along her shoulders. Neena gently pulled the straps down as the silk brassiere fell away, revealing the objects of her affection.
Mitzee looked into the mirror as Neena reached around her naked body and began to cup and squeeze the soft white flesh of her melon-sized breasts. Her slender dark fingers contrasted sharply against her creamy white skin. Only her dark brown, silver dollar-sized aureoles matched the skin tone of Neena's deft fingers, as she rolled Mitzee's turgid nipples between her thumbs and fingers.
"Lets move over to the bed where we can be more comfortable," Mitzee sighed as her knees grew weak with sexual energy and excitement. As Mitzee and Neena made their way to the large feather bed, they both stripped off their remaining garments and slipped between the crisp cotton sheets of the bed.
Mitzee admired the beautiful body of her dark negra maid as she snuggled up to her and began to caress her firm flesh, paying particular attention to the twin globes of her full buttocks. Neena sighed as Mitzee squeezed each full ass cheek and ran her fingers up and down the dark crevice of her bottom. Even though the heat was sweltering outside, and their bodies were covered with a glistening sheen of perspiration, they could not keep their hands off each other.