It had been an exciting week. As she got up that morning and went downstairs, she heard on the radio that the handsome, dashing young Charles Lindbergh had just crossed the Atlantic by plane. What a marvellous era to be alive! The 1920s were nothing but excitement for the young heiress, who had recently been left a large fortune by her guardian.
She lost Uncle Charles nearly a year ago. Mourning had gone on for long enough. She had maintained herself with absolute decorum for months out of respect for the dear man who had raised her and sent her to the finest schools.
The last week had seen all of that change. The petite, nubile twenty-five year old had purchased her first motor car, and had been getting the hang of driving it for the last few days. A new wardrobe had been purchased. Her hair had been bobbed, as was the style of the time. And she had been invited to fly to America to attend a party hosted by the famous Jay Gatsby!
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This was the hottest day of the year so far. The cool water was having a wonderful cooling effect on the nude Penelope.
The heat had been so stifling as she walked around her estate carrying a glass of champagne, and there were no servants around, so she decided to carry on with her new decadent mindset. She put down her glass, took off her shoes, removed her dress, dropped her knickers and waded into the huge pond as naked as Eve. She sipped her drink, with the water up to her nipples.
Her nudity excited her. She was adventurous with her body, and admired the sight of both men and women. She intended to have a number of adventures this year, now that the appropriate amount of respect had been accorded to her dear uncle.
As she finished her drink, she strode out of the water to the grass. She didn't have a towel, so decided to lay back and sunbathe nude until she had dried off. Being naked outdoors gave her a buzz. Perhaps one of the servants might walk past at any moment and catch her au naturel?
She could feel the sun on her breasts, and felt the breeze between her legs. The grass tickled her naked bottom. She began to touch herself. The erotic feeling of being exposed outdoors was overwhelming, and she quickly came.
The sunshine, sexual release and Champagne had a speedy combined effect. In a few minutes she had dozed off.
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"Ma'am!"
Penelope could hear the girl trying to wake her. She was still drowsy as she opened her eyes. The sun, the nude swim and the Champagne had all addled her brain completely.
"Ma'am, please wake up. Your visitor is here," said the servant girl.
Penelope sat up, realising she was completely exposed. She looked down at her bare breasts, and then at the help. She giggled The poor maid was most embarrassed and flustered as Penelope spoke to her.
"What is it, Agnes?" asked the nude heiress as she stood up and rubbed her eyes. She stretched, exposing her body completely in front of her employee.
"Your visitor has arrived, Ma'am," said Agnes, blushing bright red.
Poor Agnes was such a prude. She was young and quite attractive, so Penelope was very much enjoying giving her a treat with her nude form. The way the girl stared, Penelope couldn't tell whether she was just curious or was actually admiring her firm breasts.
She carried the Champagne glass in one hand, and left Agnes to hold her dress and her shoes. Feeling the grass against the soles of her feet and the sunshine on her ass as they walked back to the Manor House made her feel wholly unrestrained.
"The nice lady N'Dula is sitting in the conservatory with a cup of tea, Ma'am," said Agnes.
"Thank you, Agnes," Penelope replied. "You've been most efficient."
"Do you think you should put this on, Ma'am?" said Agnes, proffering the garments.
Penelope laughed. She pulled up her knickers, put on her dress and slipped on her shoes. The young heiress was now ready to receive guests.
She arrived at the house and wandered over to meet her friend. As she walked through the corridor, she thought back to her school days at Cheltenham Ladies College. At the age of fourteen, she had a huge crush on N'Dula, who had the most beautiful ebony skin. She was slim, refined, perfectly spoken and pretty. Penelope would run around after her doing anything that she wanted. Once they had held each other in the showers when no-one was looking, but Penelope had been so lacking in confidence that they never really managed to do more than kiss and hug for a few seconds.
She walked into the conservatory and was stunned. N'Dula had flowered into the most beautiful woman. She wore the finest clothes, and held herself like a Duchess. She was slightly more curvy now, but this suited her. She looked delicious.
"How are you, my dear Penelope?" asked N'Dula. "It has been nearly ten years, yes?"
Penelope ran to the gorgeous black woman and hugged her tight.
"It's wonderful to see you again! I've missed you so much since you went back home."
"Well, I'm in England for a few days, so I had my chauffeur drive me down to the Cotswolds," Replied N'Dula. "It's been a long time since I've been here. I understand that your wonderful uncle has passed?"
"Yes, I've never been so upset, N'Dula. After mother and father were lost in Egypt, he raised me as his own. He gave me so much love and direction, and made sure that I had the best in life. I had a statue made of him in the grounds. I'll show you later."
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They spent the afternoon laughing about old times. Another glass of Champagne each, and they relaxed into each other's company. Penelope still desired the beautiful black woman, and wondered if she felt the same? Maturity had given them both so much more confidence now.
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"I had it built three months after he passed," said Penelope. "It's him with his books, and his dog, as I think he wanted to be remembered."
They stood at the end of the huge garden, staring at the statue of Uncle Charles.
"I miss him every day. I often come out here to sit with him and think of all the fun that we had together."
"I saw you walking to the house earlier," blurted N'Dula. The Champagne had loosened her ladylike demeanour a little. "You were stark naked."
Penelope blushed. It was one thing to run around in one's birthday suit in front of Agnes, but for an old school friend to see her was unexpected. She didn't know how to react.
"Um..I...um...well, it was .... really hot outside .... and...." Penelope stumbled over her words.
N'Dula grabbed her tightly and held her close. She put her lips to Penelope's. The white girl could feel her friend's tongue investigating her mouth. She returned the same with vigour.
Without releasing each other, they shuffled to somewhere less conspicuous.
******
Penelope and N'Dula were naked in the bushes. They furiously rubbed their fingers against each other's sex while each looked into the other's eyes.
