Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson thanked her butler Parsons, and checked her reflection in the mirror. She had been awaiting arrival of her personal beautician and was eager to greet her. Wearing a smart beige skirt suit of polyester she looked business like and stylish. The jacket had sleeves that were three quarter length and had one large front button. Fully lined, the knee length skirt was pencil thin and accentuated her wide hips. A pair of four inch heels in black gave her five feet ten inches a domineering appearance.
Her Ladyship still considered herself an exceptionally attractive woman, despite being middle aged and the mother of two twenty something daughters. She certainly did not look her age, and was proud of her voluptuous figure. She had a head of fair hair that showed no grey, and together with her long legs and 34 DD sized bosom, she had many admirers of both sexes.
Since she had been widowed, the middle aged vixen had developed
a can do attitude and a penchant for allowing her womanly body to be used as a fuck-puppet for young and virile men. The more hung the better. When that desirable body gets fully impaled on a massive dicks, Her Ladyship is right at home.
"Begging your pardon, My Lady. But your regular cosmetician has been taken ill and this young lady is her replacement."
The double doors of the drawing room in her palatial home, Williamson Manor, opened again and Parsons entered with a chipper looking young girl in tow.
"Really? Bother. I was so looking forward to seeing Beatrice again. And who might you be?"
Her Ladyship remained seated in her walnut Chippendale armchair and crossed her willowy pins.
"Hi, I am Amirah, pleased to meet with you."
Parsons gave her a deceptive nudge in the ribs.
"Oh. My Lady." She added.
Penelope eyed up the petite brunette with the lengthy straight hair and cheeky grin. The young girl had a certain shy charm as she stood in her thick leather jacket and frayed denim shorts, cut high at the top of her tanned thighs. She shifted from one foot to the other in her motorcycle boots that looked way too big for her teeny frame.
"You have an accent that I don't recognise. Pray tell, where do you come from?"
"Hungary, My Lady. Budapest."
"How splendid. I've never been. I hear the City has a certain charm."
"Yes. I love it."
"Thank you, Parsons. That will be all for now."
"As you wish, Milady. Also, Perkins has the Rolls ready for your visit to Charlotte."
"Excellent. Have him come up here in a half hour."
The butler nodded and retreated backwards from the room, closing both doors behind him. Amirah bent forwards to set her two display cases down and Her Ladyship found herself staring at the girl as her shorts rode right up Amirah's crotch. The base of her buttocks showed and Penny was intrigued at how both her cheeks lifted and separated. They sat side by side on the hand crafted Chesterfield sofa and Amirah unzipped her jacket to reveal a white boob top underneath. She crossed her slim legs and opened the blue case first.
"How long have you been in the country?"
"Not long. I help out Beatrice while I find work as model. I model in Budapest, but more opportunity here."
"You do have a fine body, if I may say so."
"Thank you very much. Beatrice says to me that you like for me show you some lipstick, mascara, and lotions for the bath. See?"
Penny leaned in close and inhaled the girl's scent, looking directly into her dark brown eyes.
Exploring something new in the bedroom was one of Penelope's strong points. And only this year she had explored sex with other women. And something in Amirah impressed and attracted her.
"You smell nice, show me what you're wearing."
"You like? I wear this every day, it's 'Prima Noir Eau de Parfum.' And I have some here especially for you."
Amirah sprayed the display bottle on her wrist and raised it up for the tall blonde noblewoman to sniff. Mel took hold of the proffered wrist and breathed in slowly. She did not relinquish Amirah's wrist for a long moment.
"Nice, spray it on my neck."
Penny tilted her chin as Amirah sprayed from the bottle, and as she did so caught a glimpse of Mel's braless bosom just where the single button secured her jacket.
"I also have something special just for you, this one is called 'Little Red Dress Eau de Toilette' that you will adore. It's a unique blend of five roses."
Amirah held the spray bottle and Penny held her hand in hers as they both pressed the little nozzle.
"Quite delightful. Yes, I think that will be most splendid."
The girl blushed as she pulled her hand back eventually and studied the older woman. Her strawberry blonde hair was parted on one side and framed the sides of her face. She had a pale complexion and bright blue-grey eyes. Her massive DD sized boobs were being pushed up by the jacket and Amirah was well aware that Penny had also neglected to wear a blouse or indeed a bra. She seemed in fine fettle since she was mother to grown up daughters. A couple of extra pounds added to her tits and ass, but as a sexy addition.
"Any mascara?"
"Yes, let me show you our latest addition."
Amirah retrieved a tiny bottle and drew the little brush out and began to apply some to Penny's lashes. Then she produced a mirror to show her the result.
"Look at me! I look smouldering! I must confess I'm getting just a little bit horny."
The blonde put her right hand on the bare thigh of Amirah and squeezed it lightly.
"Don't, don't do this, please. This I don't like."
"Oh, alright. Did you remember my special lubricant?"
Lady Penelope reluctantly ceased touching Amirah's leg as the girl opened her second case. She took out a white bottle of 'Jo' h2o water based anal lubricant and passed it over to an excited Penny.
"Wonderful. This is just what I wanted."
"It is?" Amirah narrowed her eyes as she watched the woman tip the bottle and rub some oil between her thumb and forefinger. "You need this?"
"Every woman needs sexual satisfaction, don't you agree?"
