In hindsight, Her Ladyship, Penelope Ward-Williamson, thought that it had been pretty idiotic to confront an angry looking mob of testosterone high, robustly built, virile young men, in such an outfit.
That being her new lightweight summer dress in an all-over polka-dot print, styled with a slightly dropped V-neck and figure-shaping darts under the bust. The hem was way too short and flared, and proved to be an absolute eye-catcher.
However, the imperious fifty-one year old aristocrat, hadn't expected them to respond how they did all at once. Things often don't go as one expects though, and the end result turned out to be quite satisfactory after all when she got the reaming of her life.
x
No sooner had Lady Penelope had work finished on her very own herb garden back in 2019, she quickly decided to have workers begin installing her much desired luxury spa.
She had come to admire her collection of almost 400 varieties of herbs, including rare medicinal varieties such as goat's rue, a wild legume that was historically used to treat the plague. And the spa would go directly in the vicinity.
The building of the garden spa had been put on hold however due to the global pandemic, and after the sudden death of her husband, Sir Hugh Williamson, Her Ladyship had put it at the back of her mind.
Now, mostly because of the record breaking English heatwave of 2022, the esteemed gentlewoman retrieved the plans for the construction.
The initial idea was to have a 12 metre indoor swimming pool with floor to ceiling windows.
A thermal suite which would include a Sauna, Steam Room and Bio-sauna. Experience showers and Foot baths. Although she had no worries about the cost of the project, Penelope had made the erroneous choice of keeping the same building firm of Aqua Acme. One of her closest friends had recommended the company to Penny who had been impressed by their boast of first class service and dedication. They promised exceedingly high standards which far surpassed the expectations of all our clients. They had highly qualified and experienced engineers and a specialist team of in-house engineers who are trained in all the key responsibilities required in maintaining the quality and operational performance of all features.
"Good enough for me."
She had her trusty butler, Parsons, make all the arrangements.
Inside of a month, the project had gotten underway.
x
Ruffled with sleep, Lady Penelope tumbled out of her bed and padded naked to the balcony of her large boudoir. She blinked under the cloudless sky, and felt the hard floor, heated by the midday sun warm her toes. Down below, she looked at the team of builders toiling in the sloped area that had been cordoned off for the construction of the new spa. Penny stretched lazily on the balls of her feet and embraced the glorious heat on her bared body. During these hot nights, the busty beauty chose not to wear any night attire. Instead she slept in the raw, loving the feel of the silk sheets next to her milky white skin. There had been a steady parade of men going about their various tasks during the last few days, and she liked to watch them bare chested as they were and working up a sweat.
"HE's rather dashing."
The insatiable MILF was drawn to one youngish looking chap who was closest to her balcony. He looked about twenty years of age, lean and tanned, with medium length hair and a tight bum. Penny knelt over the rail and leered at his desirable body with acute interest. She was completely transfixed by what she saw, and she was unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of him constantly flexing his biceps and bending over.
Her Ladyship did like a certain type of fellow to keep her fire well stoked. That being a younger chap with a decent sized cock, hopefully attached to a tall frame with an athletic build. Not necessarily the muscle-bound, overdeveloped types, although those were quite desirable also. But the boy next door often got her juices flowing.
After a while he withdrew to join the others, and the aroused noblewoman fell back onto her bed and ran her hand across her heaving breasts, and down to her golden pubed muff. Within seconds, she had worked herself into a creamy frenzy, frigging her gash, and teasing her clit with ever decreasing circles until her entire body tingled.
She imagined his youthful form hugging her voluptuous body to his, his every muscle, every sinew straining as he fucked her with his magnificent cock. Each plunge and thrust of him stretching her as he pistoned in and out.
After only five minutes, Her Ladyship had brought herself to a delightful orgasm.
x
At the end of the first week, Penny not paid much attention to the project until Parsons brought her up to speed on the lack of progress.
As she consumed her eleven o'clock pot of Earl Grey, her dignified butler knocked and entered the drawing room.
"Begging your pardon, Milady. But I fear that work on the spa has still some considerable way to go."
"Oh? Why the hold up?"
"It appears that the supervisor has been taken with a dose of Covid, and the crew have taken this opportunity to conveniently slacken off."
"Bloody cheek! I'm paying them all handsomely. I'll deal with this."
"Would Madam like me to accompany her?"
"I think I can handle the situation by myself. Thank you, my good man."
The refined blonde finished off her last buttered scone and made her way to the rear of the mansion with an almost predatory instinct.
Lady Penelope was a classic example of a hardened copper-plated bitch when it came to insubordinance amongst the lower orders. She was rich enough not to have to count the cost, and tough enough not to care who knew it. With her strawberry blonde hair, toned hour glass figure rising to a spectacular pair of 34 DD tits, she could slay them dead. One way or another.
"Right then."
Not to put too fine a point on it, Her Ladyship was in a foul mood and ready to give these men a piece of her mind.
As she approached the crew, she noticed several rough-looking fellows lounging about and giving her lusty looks. Her mood changed slightly as she noted that they were all young looking, perhaps in their early twenties. Despite her misgivings, she was nevertheless flattered that her figure had their attention. They were all hot looking in an unrefined way. As she had just turned fifty-one, she liked the heartening reassurance of being mentally undressed. The feeling that she was still attractive, especially to young men.
One brazen chap stood tall and confronted her.
"Can I help you, love?" He spoke in an East London accent.
Her Ladyship's eyes momentarily focused on his rippling arm muscles that bulged from his shirt sleeved red striped shirt. Even though she stood at five feet ten, he was taller than her by a good four inches.
"Can I help you? Why, I'm the Lady of the mansion." She told him icily. "You're all working for me. Although I don't see much of that right now. What's going on? A tea party?"
"It's too hot to dig, lady." Retorted a large black skinned chap who was bared from the waist up.
Penny tapped her foot and put her hands on her hips.
Her tremendous shelf of big boobs shuddered under the flimsiest of necklines, and her glossy scarlet lips pouted dramatically.
"Too hot? Really, this is not on. I mean, you all have your phones on. Drinking and smoking. This is my home."
"Also, we are not all here." Said another with his eyes on her behind.
"What do you mean, you're not all here? Who isn't?"
Penny produced her own mobile and found Parsons' list of workers.
"Right. Answer when I call your name. Drew Peacock?"
"Yeah."
"Dan Gleballs?"
"Present, ma'am." Saluted red tee-shirt sarcastically, adjusting his balls in his jeans.
"Humph! Noah Cant?"
"Here."
"Jack Daniels? No? Absent. Dick Tate?"
