Isobel and the Midwife
This is from a series of stories set in North East Scotland in the year 1910. The parish minister and his wife are an extremely hedonistic couple. However the stories printed here will feature his wife and her companions only.
Mrs Isobel Hardy, the minister's wife, had cycled into the village to collect some small items from the village store. With her cycle basket full, she made her way home, but on seeing the district midwife, Alice Henderson, she stopped to exchange a few pleasantries. Alice was a fine looking woman in her early thirties, unmarried, but with plenty of suitors, although she seemed to care little for the local farmer's attentions. She was intelligent and independent, and rumours had it that she had even visited London and met Mrs Pankhurst. The rumours were correct, for Alice was what was known as a suffragette, and although remote from the centres of power and politics, in that summer of 1910, she did what she could for the cause of women's emancipation.
The two women spoke for a while about this neighbour and that, who was pregnant and who had just delivered. It was a pleasant summer morning, and it was a rare opportunity for both women to talk to another who was on the same intellectual level. Alice jokingly asked if Isobel's health was fine, and if she was likely to need her midwifery skills in the near future, but Isobel just laughed. 'Not yet Alice, but I'll let you know as soon as I think I need your help.' They both laughed and were silent as if both were thinking of something. Isobel spoke first. 'I think I actually may need your professional advice, but not with regard to being pregnant.' Alice smiled and nodded.
'Go on,' she encouraged, prompting Isobel to speak again.
'This is very embarrassing,' she hesitated, blushing slightly, and then seemed to gather her courage before continuing. 'Oh dear, this is so embarrassing,' she said coyly, not the slightest bit embarrassed, but excited, 'I always seem to be wet down below. I'm wondering if it's completely natural, or if I have something wrong, like a discharge. Could you come along to the manse sometime, and give me an examination?' she asked.
'Of course, don't be silly. It can be worrying, but it's probably something very simple and natural. When would you like me to come over, because I'm free now for a few hours if that's convenient for you?' Isobel didn't hesitate.
'Now would be fine. John is off on business to Aberdeen, and I don't expect him back until after lunchtime,' and so it was that both women headed to the manse on their bicycles, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
Isobel wasn't quite so innocent and sexually inexperienced as one might expect the wife of a parish minister to be, and was well versed in the art of feminine seduction. Alice wasn't the first lady of the parish to be the object of Isobel's affections, for she seemed to have the knack of recognising women with similar sexual tastes as herself. Her instincts in such matters were very seldom wrong, and she had always managed to pass off her efforts at seduction as innocent sisterly affection if her advances were rebuffed.
At the manse they wheeled the cycles round the back of the house and entered by the back door through the kitchen and into the reception area. Isobel made sure all the doors were locked, explaining, 'It wouldn't do to have someone come into the house while we're both upstairs, and with my husband being a minister, there's always someone at the door.' Isobel led the way, upstairs to the master bedroom. It was a big airy room, south facing, with sunshine streaming in through the large bay window. Alice remarked what a lovely room it was and admired some of the pictures on the wall too. 'Shall I undress?' Isobel asked.
'Just the bottom half,' Alice assured her, asking where the bathroom was so she could wash her hands before starting. With Alice out of the room, Isobel quickly disrobed until she was naked from the waist down and sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly overtaken by nerves and shyness. Alice came back into the room and looked at her, smiling. 'My, my, that was quick,' she joked trying to put Isobel at ease. 'If you just sit back a bit further on the bed and put your heels up on the edge,' she suggested, ' then I can get a better look and see if there's anything amiss.'
Isobel squirmed back a little and raised her feet onto the bed, keeping her knees modestly together. Alice said nothing, but gently prised Isobel's knees apart, exposing her pussy. Her pussy hair was dark, but well-trimmed, but even through the growth Alice could see Isobel's labia glistening wetly in the sunshine from the window. 'Well, I can see what you mean about being wet,' she agreed. 'Are you like this all the time?' Isobel could only nod, feeling extremely nervous, yet excited too.
She knew her excitement would make her wetter still, but was powerless to do anything which might halt the flow. 'Mmmm... You seem to be getting wetter as we speak,' remarked Alice, parting the pink labia, releasing even more juice. She inserted her first and second fingers,' saying, 'let me know if this hurts in any way,' but it was quite the reverse, for Isobel felt only exquisite pleasure and became even more excited as Alice's fingers probed first one way then another feeling for any abnormalities, until Isobel was helplessly pushing herself against the probing fingers. She gasped with pleasure, her pelvis sensually moving up and down. Alice could see she was sexually aroused, and decided to stop the examination, but as she was withdrawing her fingers, Isobel reached down and caught her hand.
'Please don't stop,' she pleaded, 'I'll die if you do, please.' Against her better professional judgement Alice let Isobel guide her fingers back into the wet open vagina, but no longer examining, she toyed experimentally with the lovely pussy, gently rubbing the juices over and around the swollen clitoris. Isobel came almost immediately, and Alice watched as her friend luxuriated in her pleasure. The truth be told, Alice too was excited, and was steadfastly trying to retain her professional detachment, but Isobel sat up quite suddenly and threw her arms round Alice's neck. 'Thank you, thank you,' she whispered, kissing Alice passionately on the mouth. Alice tried to resist, but somehow opened her mouth instead, and suddenly the two friends were kissing. She was never quite sure afterwards, but she thought she opened her mouth to protest, and somehow it just all felt too good to resist.
