Lady Katherine has been moist all afternoon thinking about tonight.
The visits to her website had trebled since the new video went up. They were sat in the sun-drenched rose garden, analysing the statistics over a light lunch. Their delicate pastries crumbled easily and the red blossoms danced gently in the breeze.
The camera was now part of the landscape, and Katherine looked out through a gap in the bushes, surveying the large estate, her brown locks flicking in the air, as it watched her intently.
Neil gushed as he pored over the traffic data, and Tom politely showed an interest. Katherine was pleased, and flattered. For a week, lascivious eyes had watched her toying with herself, sometimes over and over again.
The idea now was to post something new every Sunday evening.
Her flimsy floral dress clung to her as she tried her best to phase out the boring chatter. She had been filmed almost constantly for six days now, but nothing spontaneously sexual had occurred. For some reason she'd only felt comfortable teasing herself alone in bed, thinking of them all watching her on their monitors, either pumping or fingering. She'd been particularly aroused by the comment from one couple who thanked her for the show, and told her how it had made them so frisky they had to fuck one another as they watched it again.
They used the word fuck.
It made her feel so dirty.
Yummy.
She licked at her lower lip, remembering how she'd felt when she read the comment. It immediately made her close the laptop and lie back on the bed to re-enact her exhibition alone.
Alone. That panged at her slightly. It seemed like an age since she'd shared the warm embrace of another. Recently, she'd found herself lingering too long as friends gave her hugs of greeting. Two days ago, she looked down after a gentle farewell peck on the cheek to find her nipples poking ferociously through her silk blouse.
It made her wonder if they were making themselves known now. Sensing the camera framing the curve of her chest, she knew the answer was probably in the affirmative. They felt hard, and her dress was paper-thin, the odds were high that they were on display.
Tom had an uncanny knack of aiming the camera at her while dividing his attention elsewhere. He was deep in conversation with Neil, but his hands seemed to automatically follow her every move. She was convinced he could zoom in on her lips just as she was about to moisten them with his eyes shut.
She was actually bored now, and wanted some time to herself. Maybe she would go for a solitary walk around the lake, feel the cold surge through her toes as she dipped them in the silky water, and lean back against her favourite tree and daydream with her finger.
Yes, that sounded like a top-notch idea.
Her gaze drifted from the lake and up the hill beyond. The giant hall stood beautifully in its surroundings, commanding and proud. It seemed further away these days though, just out of reach; a fading memory.
She tried to shake away the forlorn melancholy, and drifted back to the tree; a giant oak that towered over one corner of the lake, framed on either side with marble follies. Her lips twitched a momentary smile as she remembered pressing herself into that marble as a tumescent hot rod pushed into her from behind. The marble had felt more delicious than the actual sex, but it had been so long ago even the short-lived pounding she got that afternoon made her yearn for another.
Then she remembered the poor boy had climaxed after about four strokes, and she smiled again; it was a little silly to be lusting after such twaddle. No, she needed a really good seeing to.
Fantasising about how that might go, alone under her tree, as the breeze teased her thighs and the birdsong chirruped above her was too good an idea to ignore now.
She decided to end lunch. The little bell was the best way to do it, and as she waited for someone to arrive, she explained to Tom she was going for a walk. He seemed pleased; he had other things to do.
The wait was interminable, but Sally finally emerged through the gap in the rose bushes and began to clear things on to a tray. Her curled red locks were tied back in to a ponytail, but a strand had worked loose from her fringe and hung coyly across her face.
Katherine noticed Tom exploring Sally's features with the camera, and saw her cheeks flush slightly at the attention. She was trying to ignore it, and kept flicking her eyes at Katherine.
As Neil left to head back to his servers, Tom spoke to Sally, "Did you enjoy the show the other afternoon?"
Sally upset a teacup with a clatter, and Tom smiled. This was a little unfair Katherine thought, but was surprised to hear Sally give a reply.
"Yes," she said softly.
Tom raised his eyebrows and made a little face, impressed she had spoken up. He continued, "Do you look at the site?"
"Yes," she answered, not looking up from her chore.
It was Katherine's turn to raise her eyebrows.
"Have you watched the video we made?"
Sally flicked her eyes to Katherine, seeking Mistress's permission to continue the conversation. Lady Katherine granted it with a little nod, intrigued to hear more.
"Twice," Sally said. "But it was more fun seeing it in person."
"Why?" Tom asked.
"You can't smell ma'am's musky sex on the video." And with that she gathered up the tray and walked away.
Tom's camera followed her, its iris moving as he obviously focussed in on her little bottom. Meanwhile, he looked at Katherine with an expression of admiration. But his head snapped away when Sally spoke from down the path.
"Ma'am," she said it as in pram, "Perhaps you'd like me to come to you tonight?"
It was such an arcane phrase, one that had fallen out of use, but the power of it was palpable as Katherine heard it. She stared wide-eyed at Sally, standing with her back to them, tray in hand, looking back over her shoulder so matter-of-factly she might as well have just asked if they wanted more tea.
Katherine's eyes flicked down and traced over the curve of Sally's bum trapped within her skintight pencil skirt.
"Yes Sally," she heard herself say, "That would be nice."
Sally gave a little nod and carried on her way a few steps. Just as she disappeared round a tall rose bush, she said, "He can bring his camera."
Silence hung in the air for several seconds.
The Lady Katherine's cheeks were flushed.
"I'm going for a walk."
*
It was dusk when Katherine finally stood up under the majestic oak and smoothed her dress around her hips, patting the creases flat on her buttocks. She'd spent hours luxuriating in the anticipation of tonight, bringing herself to the brink over and over again, but never once letting herself topple over it.
The tip of her middle finger had shrivelled up having spent so much time swishing in her wetness. The cool evening air danced between her legs as she walked back to the cottage, tickling at the moistness, reminding her how damp she still was.
Peeking from the trees, she saw the light in one of the holiday chalets was on. It had slipped her mind they had tourists visiting, and she checked the sight lines. She couldn't be sure she had been hidden from view.
Ah well. No matter.
The warmth of the sitting room greeted her; she hadn't been aware of how cool the air had become. She snuggled down with a trashy book and tried to ignore the dull insistence in her loins. It mixed with her nerves to create a flutter in her tummy.
The Lady Katherine had never been with a woman.
A little later, she perched on her dining chair, alone at one end of the long table as Paul laid a plate in front of her. Being served like this had never been enjoyable, but one must keep up appearances. The trembling in her belly meant she wouldn't eat much anyway.
Sally hovered to one side, and Katherine had to concentrate hard not to flick a lascivious glance her way. Finally, she felt her beside her, and watched as the neck of the decanter tinkled against the lip of her glass. The wine gulped in gently, and she heard Sally ask, "About ten o'clock?"
Katherine's button literally twitched at the sound of her voice. The tip of her tongue darted out and moistened her lips, and she stared stoically at the filling glass.
"Yes," she whispered, looking to see if Paul was listening. He was not.
As Sally stepped away, she lifted a finger to a lock of Katherine's hair and flicked it back over the shoulder. And then the staff was gone, and Katherine was left alone to her thoughts.
When Paul returned he noted, "No appetite tonight ma'am?"
"No, sorry," she said, shaking the erotic fug from her head.
"Perhaps you can nibble on something at supper."
The image of Sally flashed through her mind, and Katherine smiled softly at what she might be nibbling later.
"Perhaps," she said softly.
*
"Is that what you're wearing?"
The derision in Tom's question made Katherine pout, and she looked at herself in the mirror with a frown. The long brown hair hung down over her slender shoulders, where the delicate straps of her navy blue night shift hung. The sheer satin dangled around her flesh, touching her only at the breasts, while the hem teased at the front of her legs. It barely covered her plump mons.
She thought its plain elegance looked good, and was about to protest when his laugh told her he'd been teasing.
"No," he said pushing a tape into his camera, "You look fabulous."
"What if she doesn't come?"
"I'm sure she will," he said with a wink.
She rolled her eyes, "I meant what if she doesn't show up?"
