Empress Eun Ae seemed to savor every moment of undressing me. She was slow and deliberate as she untied my ceremonial wonsam. She walked around me in a circle, slipping it off one shoulder, then the other, my arms emerging from where they hid in the wide sleeves. Then she neatly draped it over a nearby chair. She did the same with the rest of my clothes, slowly untying my jeogori, and pulling it off my shoulders, exposing my bare arms. Next came my chima, leaving me in just my sheer white sakchima undergarments. And finally those came off too.
Despite my comfort being nude in the bath house earlier, I was extraordinarily uncomfortable now. This was totally different. Every inch of my body was being inspected and scrutinized by the most powerful woman in the Empire. I wanted so badly to cover my breasts, feeling self conscious of their small size and thinking the Empress would prefer if they were bigger. I felt the urge to put a hand in front of my sex, which had been freshly shaved by the handmaidens after my bath. I felt so exposed in front of her piercing eyes. She could see every mole, every blemish, and every scar on my pale skin as she looked up and down my body. But I kept my hands at my sides, not wanting to move until she said something.
The Empress reached out and put her hands on my waist. Her grip was warm, gentle, but firm. Each action she took was deliberate and confident. One hand stayed on my waist while the other slid up and over my soft skin to cup my breast. I turned my head to the side a little, avoiding the Empress's hungry gaze, and I was sure she could feel how fast my heart was beating. She gave my breast a soft squeeze before making another tour around my body. She walked in a circle once more, her hand trailing across my skin from my breast to my ass making goosebumps rise. She kneaded my ass cheek as if testing its firmness. I wasn't a very muscular girl, but I was glad I at least kept myself in shape. Her hand glided upward from my rear, exploring the curvature of my back and sending a shiver up my spine. She stepped back around to my front, sliding her hand back to my waist.
"Look at me, Kwan," the Empress said calmly.
I obeyed and met her gaze, staring into her dark eyes.
"You are sculpted like a goddess," she mused. "Your form would make the palace statues jealous if they could see you."
I blushed deeply again at her hyperbolic praise. I did not feel worthy of such compliments. I was just a lowly slave girl up until this morning, no more beautiful than the other handmaidens that served the house of concubines. It felt like she was saying those words just to try and calm my nerves. It had the opposite effect, however, and made me think the Empress expected nothing less than perfection from me.
She reached down, took me by the wrists and brought my hands up to her chest, to the knot holding her jeogori closed. Without any words, I knew what she wanted. She leaned in close and kissed me again as my fingers fumbled with the knot. I felt her tongue brush my lips, and I parted them slightly, letting her tongue into my mouth. I could taste a hint of maesil-ju plum wine on her tongue, and I breathed in the lovely floral scent of her perfume. Finally I got my fingers to work and the knot pulled free. I slid the garment off her shoulders and broke the kiss momentarily so I could neatly set it aside. I continued with her chima, and then sakchima, all the while the Empress kissed me. Our tongues danced and intertwined as I removed the last of her clothing, leaving her just as naked as I was.
Once again, she took hold of my wrists, guiding my hands to where she wanted me to touch her. She placed my right hand between her legs, and my left hand on her breast. It was plump, and soft, bigger than mine, but not so much that it overfilled my hand as I cupped it. It fit perfectly in my small hand. I'd felt Lady Mi Cha's breasts before when bathing her, but hers were more like mine, small and firm. Empress Eun Ae's felt amazing, but of course this was the first time I'd ever felt another woman's breasts in a sexual manner. My right hand felt the soft fur on her mound, the intense heat coming from her loins, and the moisture gathering on her lips. I felt a pang of guilt knowing I would not get wet so easily. While the Empress was indeed a beautiful woman, especially in the nude, seeing her body did not stir my libido in the same way seeing mine did to her. I figured it would be wise to start by focusing on her pleasure before she realized how dry I still was.