A different story this time. Not Cobert coded. Woman love woman content. (One chapter story)
What if you fall in love with your maid? Does she love you back? And what about your husband?
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Cora woke up from a soft humming. She felt her heart flutter when she recognised the voice. It was Baxter, who was humming. She opened her eyes and saw her putting down her clothes for the day.
“Ah, you are awake.” Baxter said when she noticed Cora was looking at her. “I have your breakfast ready.
Baxter walked towards Cora and put the tray down. Cora took it from her and their hands briefly touched. This send a shiver through Cora’s body. A feeling she only had when Robert touched her. What was happening to her. Why did Baxter’s voice make her happy and why did she feel the urge to touch her? “Thank you Baxter.” Cora managed to say. She forced her self to look down and not at her maid’s face.
Baxter gave her a soft smile and went back to Cora’s dressing table, where she laid down two sets of gloves.
“I will fill up the bath Milady.” Baxter said and started to walked away.
“That is alright Baxter, I will not take a bath this morning. His Lordship and I need to go into the village before noon.” Cora was glad she had no time to take a bath, with the feelings rushing through her body, she was not sure she could handle being naked in front of Baxter this morning.
“I understand, I will put down your things at the sink so you can freshen up there.”
Did Cora hear disappointment in Baxter’s voice? Or was she imagining things? These feelings were growing stronger each day. She was confused by them
Once Cora returned to her bedroom and sat down at her dressing table, she watched how Baxter brushed her hair. She had thick chestnut brown curls and she loved it when Baxter brushed her hair.
Was she extra gentle today? With every stroke, she felt Baxter’s hand on her head. And she enjoyed the feeling. She had always loved the way Baxter did her hair. She was soft and gentle in her movements and every knot she brushed out carefully.
Baxter’s eyes met Cora’s in the mirror and there was a warm smile around her lips. How she would love to feel and taste them. A thought that pleased and scared her at the same time.
Baxter put down the brush and rested her hands on Cora’s shoulders. A familiar heat shot through her core and she felt her cheeks burn. She had to fight the urge to cover Baxter’s hands with hers. Cora closed her eyes, hoping she would cool down. But the sensation of Baxter’s soft small hands on her was enough to make her weak.
“I hope you want this.” Baxter’s voice was very close to Cora’s ears and she felt one of her hands sliding down to her breast. Cora was wearing a thin nightrobe, the warmth of Baxter’s hand on her was comforting. Without opening her eyes she nodded in agreement.
Baxter’s lips were soft and warm on her cheek. Cora’s hand rose to her cheek, to feel where she just felt that sensation. She then reached for Baxter’s cheek and softly stroked the soft skin. Their eyes were locked again.
Cora turned around on her chair, pulled Baxter closer, and pressed her lips on hers. They were even softer than she had expected. Her taste was fresh and sweet at the same time. Slowly she got up, without breaking the connection. Her tongue found Baxter’s and they slowly moved around each other. This kiss was full of warmth, no wild desire. Only soft, warm love.
Her hands moved over Baxter’s back, it was exactly how she imagined. Small, but she could feel the strong muscles in her back. Her fingers followed the curves of her hips, her soft tummy, up to her chest. She had never felt other breasts than her own. Baxter had small but round breasts and Cora could easily fit her hand around them. Gently she squeezed and she felt a shudder go through Baxter.
Cora slowly opened the buttons in the front of Baxter’s dress, her mouth followed where the skin was bare. She kissed every inch she could see. Baxter’s hands were resting on Cora’s hips, her fingers massaging her there.
A noise in Robert’s dressing room made Cora step back. Quickly Baxter buttoned her dress. Cora fixed her nightrobe. The room next door got quiet again and she heard the door close.
Both ladies let out a relieved sigh.
Baxter was looking at the floor. “I am sorry, Milady. I should not have done that.”
Cora stepped closer to Baxter again and cupped her face. She lifted her head so she could look into her eyes. “Do not say sorry, I wanted this as much as you did.”
“But I am your ladiesmaid.” Baxter said timidly.
“And I am married.” Cora sighed and kissed Baxter’s lips once more. “But I cannot deny the feelings I have when you are around. It is wrong.” She stopped and kissed Baxter again. “Very wrong.” Another kiss. “But.” Now Baxter was the one kissing Cora. A deep moan left Cora’s throat and she deepened the kiss. “I think I love you.” She finished her sentence.
“Do not say that,” Baxter said, stepping away from Cora. “You are in love with his Lordship and he loves you.”
Cora nodded. “I know, I truly love him. But I cannot explain what I feel for you.”
“Let us not use the word love.” Baxter said.
Cora took Baxter’s hands in hers and brushed with her thumb over the back of her hands. “But what do we do now? I do not want you to leave.”
“We can work this out. For now, let me get you ready for your appointment with his Lordship.”
Cora sat down on her chair again and let Baxter finish her hair. In her mind desperately searching for away to make this work.
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