Domina of Rome - Orgy in the Roman Bathhouse
By
Ellie Wylde
Lady Camila couldn't take her eyes off the young woman. Naevia did a quick spin showing off the dress. The red fabric was tight around the waist and clung deliciously to the teenager's small and perfectly pert ass.
"You like it?" Naevia asked coyly.
Camila's gaze dropped to the obscene plunging neckline that almost reached her belly button and teased the viewer with her side boob, "You look quite divine. The perfect gift for a maiden on her eighteenth year."
"I am so glad you think so."
Despite how sexy the dress made the girl look, Camila still wanted to tear it from her toned body and ravish her right there in the shop. She clicked her fingers and a shop girl came scurrying over in a sequence of bows, "Have this dress sent to the Septim household."
Camila felt a little cheated once Naevia had changed into her elegant, but far less revealing gown and yearned to see the girl in the red dress again, "Now you promise me that you will wear that dress for Saphina's party?"
"Yes, I promise. Thank you so so much, it is just wonderful! You are so kind to me," Naevia leaned and kissed Camila on the cheek.
"You deserve it, you are like a daughter to me."
"Not too much like a daughter... I hope," Naevia's eyes twinkled mischievously.
Camila felt a throb of heat between her legs at the obvious flirt and her heart sped up. It had been a long time since she had had a crush. She embraced the feeling, it made her feel young again. And she decided to take a risk and see just how far this girl was going to go, "I feel so hot, really the weather is like an inferno. I can't even remember the last time it rained. I think we both deserve a chance to relax and refresh...at the bathhouse," Camila studied the girl and tried to gauge her reaction.
"It...it would be nice to freshen up," the girl said, her voice suddenly weak.
There were two doors at the top of the stone steps, one for men and the other for women. On such a hot day the bathhouse was getting plenty of patronage but Camila took Naevia by the arm and brushed through the queues waiting in the heat and pushed through the plaza and up to the entrance. The manageress, a beauty from the lands of Arabia, was about to chastise such rude behavior when she saw Lady Camila and instead bowed her head, "Camila Furius Gracchus, you honor us with your presence. I see you have brought an exquisite guest with you," she nodded again, "How may I be of service to you?"
"A hot bath to ready our skin for a cold bathe, then I am thinking a private room for me and my 'exquisite' guest to relax in."
"With some massage girls?" asked the manageress with a twinkle in her eye.
"Gokce, you have read my mind, a girl each... no, make it two girls each. After shopping in this heat we deserve to pamper ourselves."
"I quite understand, come this way," Gokce led them through a smooth marble corridor, "Has the young mistress been here before?"
"Actually no... mother never has brought me here," replied Naevia.
"Really?" gasped Camila, "Well you are in for a treat, Gokce's girls have some of the finest...talents in all of Rome."
Camila smiled as she saw Naevia swallow nervously and tremble.
"Yes, it is far cooler in here," said Gokce covering for the girl's nerves, "But in the hot bath you will feel like being reborn. You can undress in here."
The room had several women in a state of undress while slave girls did their best to keep up with folding the discarded clothes.
"I'll send you some girls as soon as you are ready," Gokce gave a nod and left.
Camila enjoyed the young woman's nerves and felt a pulse between her legs at the prospect of seeing the girl naked at last. She slipped her dress from her shoulders allowing her dramatic and womanly curves to be revealed in an instant. Naevia's eyes dilated as they darted around the older woman's body, from the full breasts to the narrow waist that opened out to the curves of Camila's hips. Again, Camila felt a thrill as the girl blushed as she was unable to stop herself looking at Camila's perfectly shaved mound hoping to glimpse the treasure that lay just a little further down.
A slave girl dropped to her knees and hurriedly collected Camila's dress and folded it before turning to Naevia and waiting expectantly. Naevia glanced around the stone changing room, the other women there were stripping off without a care in the world, happily chatting while the slaves scurried around them. She then noticed Camila's eyes fixed on her. Naevia looked to the floor sheepishly and, with trembling hands pulled the straps of her dress from her shoulder, took a deep breath and let it fall.
"Oh my," Camila said under her breath.
Naevia's teenage body was slim and delicate. Small, but delightfully pert, breasts were crowned by tidy little areolas with plump nipples. Her midriff was so flat there was even hint of muscles beneath. A very short pyramid of dark hair pointed down to her secret and then down to long toned legs.
"You have become quite the woman," Camila made no attempt to hide the fact her eyes were feasting on the young woman's nubile figure and she knew by the signs of the subtle warmth between her legs she was getting aroused at the prospect of exploring the girl's body further.