Colonel James Riverton had his hands full running his estate when his old colleague, Thomas Addle called upon him.
Both were titled and yet served in the army, specifically in the service of the Queen for the territory in India. But unlike James, Thomas had only little property and a few tenants to care for.
The Addle clan had some land which had a nice mansion and a self- sufficient farm on the it and that was all. He was one of those unfortunate chaps who had a title attached to their name but nothing of significant worth to support it. Because of this, he was being called back into the service to India, this time for some administrative work in the offices.
As he had no choice but to accept the decree to travel, Thomas came to see James for a very important and specific reason.
“You want me to take Emma in?” James almost choked on his tea when his best friend Thomas told him that he wanted to call in a favor. “Are you mad, Thomas. What would a young lady want to do with me? I’m almost your father’s age!”
Thomas Addle was nonplussed. “You owe me one, James,” he said, “And besides, I don’t want to leave my younger sister with the farmer and his wife again. She has become too much of a country bumpkin, this one.”
James was smirking while sipping his tea, but he really didn’t have much of a choice.
Thomas had saved his life in India and he promised that he would have to repay the favor one day. He went at lengths to declare that he would do anything for his friend and colleague. It didn’t help that Thomas had indeed, no one else to turn to at this very late hour. No boarding school would accept a girl in an instant.
“I made the mistake of leaving her in the country and she has become almost a wench. A very well-read and informed girl, but that cannot be said for her culture and manners. Perhaps being here in your care would teach her how to act more like a lady,” Thomas said.
“When do you leave?” James asked, straightening his posture.
Thomas smiled as he knew his friend was going to accept. “I set sail in two days,” he declared.
“Two fucking days?” James threw his hands in the air. “Then when do I get to meet this magnificent Emma?”
“Actually, she came with me but I made her stay in the carriage that we took from the train station. If you refuse, I’d send her right back home with the farmer’s wife,” he declared.
“but then, I knew you couldn’t say no to me.”
“Please, just tell her not to be a nuisance,” James sighed. ~~
Young, 19-year-old Emma Addle was ushered into the Riverton estate villa. This was her first time out of the comfortable farmlands that was her and her sibling’s inheritance.
She had been orphaned at 3 and was in the care of her much older half-brother, the distinguished Lieutenant Thomas Addle. After having been home barely a year, Thomas was being redeployed to India to assume an administrative position an assignment that he couldn’t refuse.
When Emma stood in the foyer of the huge mansion, she felt that she was ill-dressed for the setting. Her cotton gown was beautifully sewn, but it was so unlike the ladies she saw while looking out of the carriage window. Their waists cinched tight puffing into beautifully colored crinoline-lined skirts, smart bonnets and gloved hands. They all looked so fascinatingly unreal.
What would this Baron friend of her brother be like? she thought. Thomas was the only child from her father’s first marriage. Emma was the daughter of the late Lieutenant Addle’s second marriage, which came several years after Thomas’s mother died.
The two half-siblings have never been particularly close but Emma had to admit that her brother made sure she had everything she needed, even in her absence. Maybe she wasn’t some polished young city lady, but was sufficient, she thought.
She stood as the butler went up the stairs, staring at the huge chandelier.
This wasn’t like any home she had been. How was the Baron like? Was he all formal and stuffy like her brother? Emma wished she could stay in the farm with Mami, the farmer’s wife and her horses but Thomas said she’d be unmarriageable if she stayed with the bumpkins that tended the land.
She was led to a beautiful room with a balcony. It had ornate fixtures, a huge four-poster bed and lovely drapes that filtered the morning sunlight.
“Do you happen to know where my brother is at?” Emma asked the butler.
“His Lord had to take your brother to the docks in a hurry, Miss,” he replied with a stiff upper lip.
Despite her surprise, Emma had to stifle a laugh. He looked like one of those tin soldiers under the tree during the holidays. She smiled impishly and the sullen butler who pivoted and left in a huff.
It was a beautiful sunny day and Emma was tired from all the travel and waiting in the cramped carriage. The dress Mammy made her wear was very uncomfortable and she couldn’t wait to get out of it.
As Emma undid the three pairs of ribbons that were tied to the sides of her garments, she wondered why her half-brother was at the docks when he had a day or two before he was to set sail.
She shrugged the thought and tugged the last of the satin knots loose. As soon as they were undone, she breathed in deeply and let her ample breasts fell free under the thin fabric of her chemise.
“We have no time to make you a suitable corset so this will have to do,” Mammy said as she laced Emma in the night the makeshift breastplate that made her breasts look decent. “There’s no need for your front to be bobbing about and stared at by the men, “Mammy added.
The young girl wondered why women took the trouble to stifle their chests they looked beautiful and round, sources of motherly nurture and love. Mammy could only shake her head.
It wasn’t her place to inject notions of relationships and sex into the young girl’s mind. She would be severely called out by her husband’s employer and be kicked out of the farm, so she left it at that and managed to dress Emma decently, despite the young girl’s protests.
She peeked out of the balcony and there was only the sound of frogs as dusk was about to settle. There was no one in sight. She stepped out into the balcony in her thin underwear, the cool air brushing her deep brown hair.
Then something caught her eye. There was a sizable marble statue that stood in one side of the balcony. In front of it was a daybed with a backrest and some cushions was positioned perfect. Emma gratefully sank into the comfort of the padded seat and looked at the statue.
“Oh,” she suddenly exclaimed, realizing that it was of a naked woman, whose beautiful breasts hung freely.
The subject of the statue however was demurely covering her private part with her hand. But the expression on the white marble face had a look of longing, its empty sockets seemed to stare at Emma. She stood up and caressed the cold marble, running her fingers on the flat belly. Then she ventured higher up to the swell of the sculpture’s boob.
Unknowingly, she was also mimicking her caressing on herself with her other hand, moving it on her own breast, making a subconscious comparison of the softness and hardness. When she touched the statues hard nipple, she twiddled her own which she noted was soft.
Emma couldn’t stop tweaking it as a strange but nice feeling came out of it. Her breathing became heavy and her legs became weak. Then she noticed that her nipple had become harder. She looked around and saw there was no one.
So, she boldly pushed down the front of her chemise and exposed her tits. The sharpness of the cold air made her skin grow goosebumps and she saw her teat pointed.
When she looked at the other breast, her nipple was still soft. Emma retreated from the statue and sat on the singular arm on the divan-like long chair. Keeping her gaze on the statue, she started massaging her other breast until she felt heat course through her body.
She gingerly placed it between her fingers and began to twiddle it between them. Emma watched in amazement as the tip of her bosom unfurled like a flower then turned into a peaked triangle which was extremely sensitive to her touch.
Now both her tits had peaked tips. As the cold dusk air wafted through her skin it felt delightful. She then started massaging her chest, conscious that the arm rest was pushing up the thin fabric of the long chemise. She wasn’t wearing any drawers so she could feel the coldness of the metal between her thighs.
Emma’s body instinctively pushed against the metal and felt her pussy lips open. She shuddered at the cold touching her hot sensitive skin.
“Oh,” she sighed again. This wasn’t the first time she felt that scintillating feeling in her crotch but this was the first time it was touching something when she felt it.
She didn’t know what overcame her but her body started to instinctively glide on the chair handle. As she did, a warm liquid came out of her privates. She knew it wasn’t pee but something slippery that facilitated her motions, making her want to slide more.
Emma looked around frantically, feeling like a criminal. Thankfully there was no one so she continued fondling her tits and gliding on arm rest with her eyes transfixed on the mesmerizing statue of the naked woman.
Faster and faster she slid until she uttered a small cry when her insides exploded and she felt like she broke into a thousand pieces of delight.
Heart pounding and belly quivering, Emma slumped into the chair with her undone top and in her exhaustion, fell fast asleep.