I rolled my neck back and forth as I looked upon the Silverstein manor. It was a small affair relative to the other manors on Erudite Row. Two stories tall, with a mere eight rooms. Including the dining and bathrooms that is. She snubbed the call to have black paint to signify her status as perpetually single and instead had a nice auburn.
It was the allotted time, just after dinner meal. I rubbed just a little more dirt on my face and made sure that my nails were properly caked. With a few adjustments of my dress I looked extremely disheveled and took a deep breath.
Walking up the cobblestone walkway I looked at the door. It had a fresh coat of red paint, with an ornate door knocker that appeared to have the face of a Drake with a ring with fiery moldings like you are grabbing it’s very breath and knocking on the door with it.
Three knocks later I fell upon my knees. Pressing my forehead against the ground just as was required for the full beggar. It was time.
The sound of footsteps approaching signaled the wait was almost over as the door opened just wide enough for Lady Silverstein to look down through the crack at me. She was a comely woman. With a sharper point to her chin than most woman. Full bold eyebrows that had never been plucked. Long lashes that fluttered around her milk chocolate brown eyes. Her lips were the pouty kind that were stuck in a look of need. She wore the thinnest of make up. With just the slightest of red gloss upon her lips.
”What is it dear?” I could already hear the husky want in her voice. It was plain that she had been anticipating this for days. No doubt my Mother had sent her a letter saying when I would be available.
Grasping my hands I sat on my heels and looked up at her. Telling myself she would be my personal goddess. My savior from a life of toil and pain. I took all that emotion and put it in my eyes as I gazed into her own. I could see her chest rise with sudden excitement. “Please, look upon this poor soul and spare even the smallest of morsels to. I’ve lived upon the streets for weeks, and only now heard that such a wondrous and giving woman lived here. Is there any way you could spare some charity.”
She placed a hand upon her breast and took a deep breath, her face melting into a strange mix of pity and lust. “Oh you poor dear. I can’t leave you on the street. Not when the ruffians are about. I will show you charity, please, rise girl and come inside.” The door opened wide in invitation.
”Please ma’am,” I pressed my forehead hard into the ground. “I can’t sully your home with my filth. I am too lowly to walk upon your halls. I know that most would forsake me and I expect nothing more.”
Her warm hands wrapped around one of my arms and I let her guide me to standing as I avoided looking at her eyes. Instead staring at our feet. I could hear her taking deep breaths through her nose and a shudder in her breathing. She pulled me inside and closed the door, setting a few locks.
“Oh you poor dear,” Her hands stroked the side of my face and landed possessively on my neck. “You’re skin is so cold. And look, you’re just filthy. But you’re just in luck. I was drawing myself a bath tonight. Please, come with me.”
”I can’t possible impose on you.” I stepped with her, walking towards the bathroom. “To use your bath, it would be beyond kind.”
”Oh, don’t worry. It is plenty big and you can help me in return.”
”I’ll do anything to repay you for your kindness M’Lady. You name it and if it is in my power I will give it to you.” I set my voice quivering and whimpering to her as she stroked my arm with her fingers.
”You’ll wash my back when we are in there together.”
”Together, but miss-“
”None of that. Let me take care of you and soothe your woes sweet child. And call me auntie.” Her voice was hot and needy. Dripping with desire as she pushed open the bathroom door. It was filled with steam, a table next to the massive cauldron of a claw foot tub had lathering equipment, a fresh razor, and a dozen soaps and oils.
”I must insist, I could not-“ I protested weakly as we paused in the heat and Lady Silverstein stepped in front of me. Her hands grasping and quivering with excitement.
”Let auntie take care of you and you take care of me in return. Nothing more. Nothing wrong with washing each other at all right? Now, let me help you.” Silverstein cupped my face and brought me to look into her eyes. Her pupils blown wide with lust. She reached up and grabbed the tie in my ponytail and slowly, deliciously pulled it free. Setting my locks to lay upon my shoulders and down my back.
I watched as she brought it to her nose and took a deep breath in. Basking in my sweat and oils. “You poor thing. You smell filthy. Let’s get you out of those clothes.” She circled me like a predator and gripped the small buttons on the back of my dress and undid them slowly. I could feel her shaking. My tatters fell to my heels.
Her hands slipped under my underblouse and brushed her long manicured nails against my skin. Sending goose flesh running along my torso as she slowly lifted. Dragging my sweaty clothes over my head and tossing it to the side. I could feel my nipples harden as her hands drifted along my shoulders and I could feel her sniffing all over my shed clothes.
I turned, standing only in my leggings, socks, and slippers. “Please auntie. I feel strange like this alone.” I ran fingers along her dress, “Maybe if you take off some things I’ll feel better.”
”Of course,” She turned and lifted her long black locks out of the way. Their thick curls silky and shining in reflection of her wealth. I pulled off her dress with deft hands and let it drop to her ankles as well. As I went to pull off her blouse she held my hands at the hem and interlocked her fingers. “Ah, ah, I think your hands are a little too dirty for my skin. Let’s get you ready and into the tub, then you can wait for me.”
Stepping back I hooked my thumbs into my pants and dropped them as well. Leaving me only in my socks and slippers. I could feel the air brush through my skin and the weeks worth of hair growth. My fiery red hair already curling into a light bush guarding my womanhood.
Lady Silverstein pushed me back with a finger until my knees hit a chair and I fell upon my backside. Instinctively I opened my legs, letting her see what she wanted. Her cheeks were flush as she knelt down and hooked fingers into my socks and slid them free. Those long painted chips of delight waking up my skin as she made me completely bare for her.
I watched her swallow as her nose twitched and she stroked up my thighs. I could feel the clenching and heat building in my petals as I grew slick in preparation for her ministrations. Just as her nails scraped through my pubes and stroked my lips and their wetness she stopped and brought it to her nose. Inhaling before licking it clean. Her eyes wide as we locked gazes. “Get in the tub girl. And watch your auntie closely.”
”Anything for you.” I climbed into the steaming water. The crystals around the bottom rim of the tub keeping it at the most pleasant temperatures. I let my sore muscles from the day begin to melt as I propped my breasts upon the rim and leaned over to watch her with all my rapt attention.
Lady Silverstein stepped back and undid the laces on her blouse as she slowly exposed the top of her pale valley. Running a nail down it to draw my eyes before she rolled her shoulders elegantly and let it drop. Exposing her slightly sagging tits. They were truly magnificent specimens, overflowing handfuls with creamy skin and shy nipples that hid from the gaze. She was bare, smooth skin surrounding her womanly form as even her feet were pedicured and painted expertly. She was just a little too thin. As I could see some of her ribs when she stretched her arms over her head.
She strutted her stuff over to the tub and pushed against my forehead with a finger. I slid back in the water as she climbed in. The delightful few of her filling my eyes as she sank down and straddled my legs. Perched on top of me while her hands went through my hair.
”Auntie,” I looked up at her as she loomed above me. Settling enough weight upon my legs to pin me in place. “You’re really close.”
”Shhhhh,” She leaned down and pressed our noses together. I knew the kiss wouldn’t come. Not yet. Her hands went down my arms and cupped water on them, letting the heat roll down my skin. She watched it cut rivers through the grime. Guiding me she brought my hands to her breasts and gave me a bar of soap. “Clean your auntie. Every last inch.”
”I’ll do anything to repay you.”