Dansett House 04 - Woodland walk...

She was enjoying the walk through the grounds, unaccompanied by anyone at all. This was definitely what she called "me time". The sun was beginning to drop, but as it was still the height of summer, it was lovely and warm. She could see a few clouds starting to golden into what would probably be a beautiful sunset later on.

Anya was Polish by birth, but had lived her entire life except for the first six months in the UK. She spoke Polish, but her English was better. At just twenty years old, she was one of the youngest members of the household staff at Dansett House. She had been taken on as a trainee only six weeks ago, had fitted in very well, and seemed to get along with everyone. Her love of books had ensured that her "specialist" subject was to assist the librarian to carry out the cataloguing of the huge collection that had been passed down through the last five generations of Dansetts.

Having never been to College, or University, Anya was yet to have a relationship of any real depth. She was curious, but in no hurry to make any life changing decisions as yet. After having studied as many books as the library had to offer, she had certainly become a lover of art, and had taken up photography as a result. She always carried her camera with her just in case.

As it had been a hot day, Anya was enjoying her walk in just a thin sleeveless summer dress that flowed down to her ankles. She had been wandering aimlessly around the parkland for well over an hour now, and was in no hurry at all. For the last twenty minutes she had been carefully picking her way along the narrow path that wound through the old trees and bushes that bordered the northern side of the lake. It was a mature woodland that had been part of the estate for hundreds of years.

She came across an old tree stump and sat down to enjoy the view across the lake, and take in the atmosphere. She raised her camera and took a couple of shots. The silence was a treasure, and she always had her camera set to silent so as not to scare away wildlife that she might be trying to capture, or spoil a moment of peace.

After a short while, she resumed her amble through the wood, taking in all the smells and sounds of nature as well as it's beauty. After a further fifteen minutes or so, she came to a break in the trees, which opened out into a clearing about the size of one of the Tennis courts back at the house. The sun was cutting through the trees at a shallow angle, and the rays cast across the clearing were spectacular. She stood still and captured the scene with her camera. As she slowly looked around the clearing, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. It was just a dab of colour that seemed out of place. She looked again, and realised that it was in fact an item of clothing, draped over a fallen tree trunk. It looked to be a long dress similar to hers, and also in white. She looked a third time, and then noticed that the person that the clothing belonged to was also laying atop the fallen tree, completely naked and stretched out, seemingly enjoying a quiet nap au naturel.

Anya's curiosity piqued, she tiptoed around the edge of the clearing within the cover of the trees until she could get a better view of who the person might be. Once she was close enough to see the face, she realised that it was in fact Claire, one of the maids that had been at the house for some time and was quite senior in rank compared to herself.

Now that she was close, she could see that Claire was in fact fully stretched out along the tree, with both her hands and feet bound to it by lengths of rope wrapped around the huge girth of the trunk. The bark had long ago fallen away to leave the wood a much smoother surface. She lay there with her eyes closed, looking as serene as a piece of Art Nouveau sculpture. Anya couldn't help herself, and edged closer, taking care not to make a single sound, or step on anything that might. The scene before her was so beautiful that she carefully raised her camera, and holding her breath, took a few shots. The view through the viewfinder reminded her of those early risque photographs that the Victorians had created for "Men only" type clubs of the very early twentieth century. Anya continued to make her way around to the other side of the tree in silence while Claire seemed to sleep. The sun continued to fall over her beautiful naked body giving it an ethereal quality that seemed to make her glow.

Anya reached the part of the tree that was bathed in total sunlight. She now noticed a piece of paper that had been pinned to the wood below Claire's feet. Anya leant over and read the words written on it in a graceful italic script.

"Hello whoever you are. My name is Claire. I am a plaything for you to enjoy however you desire. My eyes will remain closed unless you wish otherwise. My guardian will return to release me at 17:00."

Anya looked down at the small clock on the camera. It read 16:24. She was now feeling quite excited, and wanted desperately to reach out and touch the sculpture before her. She remembered to breathe as she put the camera down carefully on another piece of wood laying nearby. She was now not so worried about making noises, but moved slowly anyway, not wanting to spoil the ambience that surrounded them. Gingerly she raised her hand, and brushed her fingertips along the smooth flowing length of Claire's leg, moving upwards from the rope over her ankles all the way to the point where her hip formed a soft valley down towards the smoothly shaved mound between her legs.

Anya traced a gentle line down between Claire's legs and softly stroked her intimately, running her fingers in small circles. Claire's breathing became slightly deeper, and slower, but she remained completely still and calm. Anya continued to run her fingers up and down between Claire's legs while she marvelled at those perfect breasts gently rising and falling. With her other hand, she reached up and cupped one, giving a delicate squeeze and pinching the nipple slightly. Reaching higher still, Anya stroked Claire's arms up to the knotted restraint over her wrists.

By now she was becoming more excited and also a little more daring. She leant over Claire, and softly kissed the now erect nipple. She then began to suck it, and after a few seconds, the urge to take the little bud gently between her teeth overwhelmed her. She pinched the other while she played her tongue over it. Her heart now starting to race with the lust that was building inside her. She began to stroke between Claire's legs with more resolve. Still Claire remained calm, although her breathing had definitely sped up along with her pulse. Her chest now rising and falling significantly faster, her back arching slightly away from the bare wood underneath her.

Still rubbing between Claire's legs vigorously, Anya was drinking in the view before her, and for the first time was succumbing to the ever rising lust within. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached down and lifted her dress up so that she could reach between her own legs. Her eyes closed as she began to focus on her own desires. Soon she was concentrating so fiercely on reaching her own ecstasy that she dropped to her knees on the soft grass and with her eyes still firmly closed worked herself to the point she longed for. With her breathing now ragged and shallow, she finally let out a low moan as she orgasmed like never before. She continued to massage her wetness until every nerve ending seemed to be on fire between her legs. She remained kneeling while she regained her breath for almost five long minutes. She looked over towards the sunset that was now beginning to set the sky afire.

'Looks like you really enjoyed that.' Came a soft quiet male voice from behind her.

Anya spun round on the grass, startled by the presence of another person. Standing behind her was a face she knew well. Gregory was looking as good as ever. She had leered at him from afar since she had started at Dansett House. She began to blush as she realised what he had just witnessed.

'How long have you been there Gregory?' She spluttered, whilst trying to maintain an air of dignity.

'Long enough to enjoy the show.' He replied warmly. He smiled, and she melted. 'I think Claire might be feeling left out now.' He chided.

'Are you her guardian then?'

'Yes, I have come to release her, I am the one who tied her to the tree earlier. She likes to do this every once in a while. She likes the thrill of the unknown encounter.'

Anya got to her feet, and turned back to Claire who was still laying as serenely as before. Her breathing now returned to normal.

Anya posed the question to Gregory ' Is it true that I can do whatever I desire while she is tied?'

'Yes.' Was the simple reply.

Anya looked back at Claire, and then spoke to her directly. 'Claire, I would like you to open your eyes now please.'

Claire's eyes opened slowly, as if from waking, taking in the fiery sky and the gently swaying treetops around her. She rolled her head to face Anya and Gregory, blinking a couple of times as she did so.

'As your note says that I can enjoy you however I desire, I would like you to watch.'

With that, she turned to Gregory and stepped closer to him, so that only he could hear her next words. Anya spoke softly to Gregory for almost a minute, he nodded a few times as he listened to her request. Finally, when she was done, he looked over at Claire, and then back to Anya. He nodded. Anya, still facing Gregory, took hold of her dress, and lifted it off over her head. She was now as naked as Claire, except for her small summer slip on shoes. She kicked those off too. Gregory took in her figure. He took hold of her by the waist and gently caressed her pert bottom. His hands wandered up and down her back, and explored all of her curves in a gentle and unhurried way. He took his time, deliberately giving Claire a good show. He bent a little and kissed Anya fully and passionately. Claire was still forced to angle her head fully to one side to watch them. Anya then reached down and began to unzip Gregory's trousers while with her other hand she began to unbutton his nice silk shirt. She reached inside his shorts and groped around for his stiffening cock - it wasn't difficult to find. Once more she dropped to her knees, and this time took his manhood into her mouth, eager to play with a new toy. Claire looked on silently as the scene before her became ever more amorous.

Anya stopped sucking, and briefly looked up at those piercing blue eyes. She stood up, and stepped towards the centre of the clearing where there was another tree stump. This one was the remains of a much larger tree that had been removed some time ago. The stump was around five feet in diameter and still stood almost two feet tall. It was now lit by the full orange glow of the magnificent sunset. Claire had to roll her head the other way to follow.

Anya stood facing the stump, her feet touching the point where it rose from the grass. Spreading those feet apart slightly, she slowly leant forwards and reached out with her hands for the far sides of the wood. She was now effectively spread eagled, face down over it. The wood felt warm against her breasts and stomach, if a little coarse. Gregory walked over to her and stroked her back, up and down with his strong hands. With his cock still rock hard, he took her by the hips and eased himself into her. She gripped the edges of the stump as his thrusts took her breath away. Slowly at first, but deeply, he fucked her.

Claire remained silent, but her eyes took in everything. She was enjoying what she was seeing. She had been intimate with Gregory many times in the past, and that is why she trusted him as her "guardian" when she ventured into the woods, but she had never before seen him have another woman while not being involved in some way herself. She was becoming very turned on just watching. She now wished that she could reach out and touch them both. She longed to kiss those pert nipples, feel his hands on her too. She ached within, but could not tear her gaze away. The sunset lit the scene like a painting of carnal desire itself.

Gregory pumped Anya for almost ten minutes, getting faster and more urgent in his movements continually, eventually having to take hold of her arms and hold her down for fear of her writhing becoming too great for him to finish his task. At last he new the time had come, and he took her hands and folded them behind her back, pressing her down harder with his own weight onto the natural wooden altar. She looked across towards Claire, and tried to smile between ragged gasps for air as Gregory thrust himself deeply once more and blasted his warmth into her. He continued slowly for a little longer as his own breathing returned to normal. He now turned to face Claire, and gave her a genuine smile. She smiled back, and blew him a kiss, just to let him know that she had enjoyed it as much as he probably did.

After resting for a few moments, Anya returned to the fallen tree, and recovered her dress. Once both fully clothed again, she slung her camera over her shoulder. They approached Claire together.

'How was that for you?' asked Anya with a grin.

'Mmmm, very nice actually. Not something that I have seen before, shame I could only watch.'

Anya looked up at Gregory, 'You should do your duty and release your ward now my good fellow.'

He took just a few seconds to free Claire from her bonds, and help her to her feet again. She took her own dress from it's resting place and her shoes from under the tree. Once dressed, she turned to Anya once more.

'I understand that you are new to the house, I have seen you a little bit. I think I'd like to see you a lot more. You two make a nice pair together. I'm not sure about you, but I think a nice long bath is in order, would you like to join us Greg?' Anya grinned at Claire as Gregory picked up the ropes and followed the pair back towards the house.