“Oh no, madam. I’m just organizing your clothes and putting away the new garments.”
“I see.” Olivia realized with surprise that the girl had not only been assigned to help with the modiste, but to continue serving her every day. And now that she thought of it, she needed help to get in and out of these clothes and to create the elaborate hairstyles that were fashionable these days.
She was not used to having servants, much less a personal one, to help her dress. The one and only person who had ever dressed her was her mother when she was a child. And her sister on her wedding day. Melancholy weighed her down at the memory. Her sister had been her maid of honor and had helped her put on her wedding dress, which, now that she thought about it, was very similar in style to the dresses of this era.
It was a strange concept to have a person assigned to dress you and undress you every day. The time spent getting ready each morning would increase as well. Groaning, she sat down on the bed. She needed to get rid of the girl, to get some privacy and hopefully some rest.
“Molly, is it?”
“Yes, madam.”
“Could you help me unbutton my dress now?” Olivia said, standing up. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”
“Certainly, madam,” said the girl, coming up behind her and unbuttoning the row of tiny buttons on the back.
When the dress was undone, Molly helped her remove it over her head, followed by the petticoats. She could have done it herself, but the dress and petticoats were so voluminous that it was easier if someone helped.
Luckily, when she reached back, she was able to pull the string and unlace the corset by herself, so she stepped away when the maid reached for the laces. It was one thing to get help to unbutton a dress, but it felt weird to have another woman completely undress her.
“Would you like me to brush your hair, Miss Olivia?”
“No, thank you, Molly. I’ll do that myself.” Noticing the girl’s disappointment, she offered, “You can help me style it later for dinner.” At that, Molly’s face brightened. The girl wanted only to please her and was probably worried she wasn’t doing a good job.
She would have to explain to Molly it was not her fault. Livvy was not used to having people hover over her, helping her with tasks any functioning adult could manage on their own. She sighed. Explanations could wait until later. Now she was tired and wanted to be left alone.
The maid left after hanging the dress, and Livvy locked the door behind her. She still wasn’t used to people wandering into her room unannounced. That was another point she had to address with the servants. After removing the corset and wire frame and letting down her hair, she laid in bed in her shift. Ahh, it felt good to be free of all the clothes. Her body felt free and... warm.
Surprised, she realized what she was feeling was arousal. It had been a long time since she had felt the emotion. But after only a couple of days in Dale’s company, her senses were awakening. When was the last time she had pleasured herself? She couldn’t remember. Months. Even longer since she had felt the touch of a man. A mental image of Dale’s hands as his fingers brushed hers when handing her the glass brought color to her cheeks. He had such beautiful hands...
She was already lifting the shift over her head and removing her panties before she had consciously thought about it. Now she ran her hands over her torso. Her breasts felt so sensitive. A brief caress to her nipples made heat pool in her privates. She skimmed her fingers down to her core, dipping into the wetness inside, and a whimper of pleasure escaped before she could smother it. She was so eager, her body so starved for pleasure, that it would take very little to send her over the edge.
Spreading her thighs wide, she danced her fingers over the tiny bud that was the center of her desire while her other hand caressed her nipples. The tide of pleasure kept rising, rising until it burst and waves of pleasure spread heat through her body from the epicenter of her clit, liquefying her limbs and leaving her boneless and satisfied, as she hadn’t been in so long. In a warm haze of pleasure, she dozed off.
A knock on the door woke her up some time later. She groaned and opened one eye. As a teenager, she had loved afternoon naps, but it had been years since she had indulged in one. She stretched and rolled out from under the covers, her naked body shivering in the cool air. There was another timid knock. It must be Molly, coming to help her dress. Judging by the light outside, she had slept about an hour or so, and had another hour to get ready for dinner. Grabbing her discarded shift, she threw it on and opened the door. There was no one there, but Dale strode down the hall towards her.
“Oh, hi.” Flustered, Olivia half hid behind the door, reliving the memory of her naughty delights inspired by Dale.
He stopped when he saw her, his eyes taking in what was visible of her body for a moment before he lifted his gaze to her face.
“Olivia.” He nodded, looking nonplussed.
“Did you knock on my door?”
“No, I was just coming up to my room right now.” He wouldn’t look at her now.
“I heard a knock. That’s why I came to the door. Did you see somebody?”
Another knock echoed down the hall. It seemed to come from a door hidden in the panels, a few feet down the wall.
“Oh, never mind, I just realized the knock was on another door.”
“That would be the servant's door. It is hidden in the panels. Probably your maid, coming to help you dress for dinner.”
“Yes, that must be it. I just hadn’t realized she would come through a different door.” Good god this bedroom had more doors than a public restroom. How was one to get some privacy here?
“The servants would not come through the main door. There are doors and passageways for them to use so they can complete their jobs as unobtrusively as possible.”
“I see. Thanks for the info. Well, gotta get ready. See you soon.” Flashing him a smile, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. She had the fanciful notion that he could see in her body hints of what she had been up to.
