I run up the steps into the porch. The large wooden doors open
inviting me in. I don't stop to think about it but perhaps I should
have. Before me is a dark haired woman. She's tall, much taller than
me even if she weren't wearing high heels. She looks great for her
age, perhaps mid thirties, and also has a confident air about her as
she smiles down at me. Beside her is a young man. He looks about my
age, mid twenties, and from his submissive posture looks to be some
kind of servant or butler. He seems very timid and doesn't say a word.
I can see he's staring at me, specifically at my sopping wet, white t-
shirt. What a day to wear black underwear! Still I kind of like the
attention and smile at him when our eyes meet.I figure I should
introduce myself:
"Hi, I'm Jen. Sorry to barge in but my car-"
"Yes I saw" says the woman, in a stern voice, "My name Madame Morphia
and I'm afraid it'll be near impossible getting any help with you
motor vehicle, what with the storm and all."
She's right. This place is miles from the town my boyfriend lives in
and my hometown is even further. My heart sinks in disappointment and
fear. I can't sleep in a car overnight, anything could happen to me!
Madame Morphia must have read the frightened expression on my face
because she continued:
"Don't worry my dear, I'm not going to throw you out on the street
into this terrible storm. You may have noticed my home is rather large
and I'm sure we can find space for a little thing like you in one of
the spare rooms."
I'm very grateful but a little embarrassed, I'm not that little am I?
"Thankyou, I'm ever so grateful and I promise not to be too much
trouble!"
"Nonsense, you'll be no trouble at all. Jonathon here will show you to
the guest room. Perhaps we should get you out of those clothes too
your soaked to the bone and I'm sure I've got something from my
younger days hidden away somewhere."
"Your too kind!" I say with genuine delight. Even my panties feel
quite wet as I follow Jonathon up the stairs and too the guest room. I
notice him looking back to get a glimpse of me. He seems very nervous
and I can tell he totally wants me. With a big grin on my face I
unfasten my bra and pull it out from under my top. I've always enjoyed
teasing the boys, I love putting on the whole naughty school girl
routine. As we get to the guest room I straighten my back pushing my
chest out and try to look innocent.
"W-we're here," the boy says as he notices 'me', "uh the, umm, spare
clothes are in the umm wardrobe o-over there" his voice cracks, eyes
floating between my face and my breasts.
"Well thankyou sweetie," I purr. Part of me really doesn't want him to
go just yet, I want to play with him some more, I'm enjoying watching
him squirm and stutter "say you wouldn't mind helping me pick
something out would you?"
"Umm OK. I mean yes, if you'd like." He blurts out, I cant help but
giggle a little.
I flick through the many different outfits in the wardrobe and there
are many, everything from Bo-peep costumes to full on gothic wear,
school uniforms to ballroom gowns. I stop. I've found just the thing.
"Let me just try this on and you tell me what you think?" I say as I
walk step into the on suite bathroom and drop my skirt pretending that
I forgot to close the door with an innocent 'oops!' I close the door
and pull off my wet clothes, dry my hair off and put on the tight red
and black, bra-less corset and stockings. This is so bad, maybe the
naughtiest thing I've ever done. I step out into the bedroom and let
Jonny-boy have goodlook and my exposed chest and pussy!
All of a sudden Jonny....