her, she so statuesque and yet so very graceful, her movements precise yet easy, as if time moved at a pace that she alone enjoyed. Her hands were surely pampered, the nails neatly manicure, and today a bold red polish to match her riding jacket. Her fingers long and delicate like that of a concert pianist.
I watched her pull on her gloves. Her face was at repose and bore not a single blemish. It was difficult not to reach up and stroke her cheek. Her light blue eyes were slightly hooded. She exuded sexuality. Her lips were partly open, ripe and soft. I could see her perfect teeth. The lip gloss was a subtle red, a perfect gentle blend that did not compete for the true and honest beauty with which she was so blessed.
She sipped the remainder of her tea. Watching me over the rim of her cup. Her posture was perfect. She carried her tall frame easily like a Parisian model.
“Do you like what you see?”
I stammered. “Yes My Lady. You look so stunning in your outfit. I’m sorry. Was I staring?”
“I’ll take it as a complement.” She placed the empty cup and saucer on the table. “Before we go, a single modification to your hat.” She attached a black stitched veil to the interior of my hat. Her hat too was similarly veiled.
“Now take you hat dear, and let’s be off. I find the veils most lovely, and they evoke an air of mystery and aloofness.”
I placed my hat upon my head and handed hers to her. She adjusted mine until she was satisfied that it was on properly. When finished she said. “Wonderful my dear, I’ll wager you will have the full attention of all of the boys and the girls at the stable. Come.”
Chapter 6:
The Stables
Lady Julia took my arm and laid it gracefully over her own. It was a most formal gesture and I felt immediate confidence walking by her side. As we approached the surrey I stood a bit taller, my head held high, and comfortable in my elegant attire. The veil brushed against my cheek. It’s presence a reminder of my aristocratic chaperone.
My beautiful Lady ushered me down the path of my cottage. I looked forward to learning from her. My senses were alive with anticipation.
The soft brown horse stood strapped to the carriage. I saw his muscles twitch. Beyond the carriage, the landscape rose to a lush green English meadow that was framed by a line of trees in the distant horizon. I felt like I was stepping into an Edwardian novel. The gravel cracked and scattered beneath our booted feet. I held open the door to the surrey. My lady stepped inside and I followed. I was a willing pupil to the head Mistress of Brighten Manor, and I was having more pure joy, more fun, than I had ever had on any day of my heretofore dreary life.
Lady Julia, picked up the reigns that reached from of the surrey. The horses head rose at that slightest of touch. She glanced at me and winked. “Comfy dear?”
My feet were positioned flat on the floor of the buggy, my knees together and my back straight against the cushion of the padded seat.
“Yes My Lady, deliciously comfy.” I giggled, and to my surprise so did she.
My Lady then issued a barely audible clicking nose with her tongue. The little horse began to walk. She flicked the reigns and the horse moved more briskly into a gentle trot.
We both settled into the easy movement of the surrey. The lane was smooth and the ride soft and pleasant.
“It will take about twenty minutes to reach the working stables. The stable boys and girls have instructions to have two of the Manors’ horses saddled and prepared for us. I find riding most enjoyable, and easily the best way to see all of the Brighten Manor Estate.
“You have ridden a horse Sibyl. Have you not?”
She waited for my answer. “Yes My Lady, we had a horse on the farm. I fear it was more suited to the plow than those of the Manor. It was a nag.” I laughed, “But I was able to stay mounted.”
“Good. Then we merely need to polish your style. I’ll teach you how a proper English
I watched her pull on her gloves. Her face was at repose and bore not a single blemish. It was difficult not to reach up and stroke her cheek. Her light blue eyes were slightly hooded. She exuded sexuality. Her lips were partly open, ripe and soft. I could see her perfect teeth. The lip gloss was a subtle red, a perfect gentle blend that did not compete for the true and honest beauty with which she was so blessed.
She sipped the remainder of her tea. Watching me over the rim of her cup. Her posture was perfect. She carried her tall frame easily like a Parisian model.
“Do you like what you see?”
I stammered. “Yes My Lady. You look so stunning in your outfit. I’m sorry. Was I staring?”
“I’ll take it as a complement.” She placed the empty cup and saucer on the table. “Before we go, a single modification to your hat.” She attached a black stitched veil to the interior of my hat. Her hat too was similarly veiled.
“Now take you hat dear, and let’s be off. I find the veils most lovely, and they evoke an air of mystery and aloofness.”
I placed my hat upon my head and handed hers to her. She adjusted mine until she was satisfied that it was on properly. When finished she said. “Wonderful my dear, I’ll wager you will have the full attention of all of the boys and the girls at the stable. Come.”
Chapter 6:
The Stables
Lady Julia took my arm and laid it gracefully over her own. It was a most formal gesture and I felt immediate confidence walking by her side. As we approached the surrey I stood a bit taller, my head held high, and comfortable in my elegant attire. The veil brushed against my cheek. It’s presence a reminder of my aristocratic chaperone.
My beautiful Lady ushered me down the path of my cottage. I looked forward to learning from her. My senses were alive with anticipation.
The soft brown horse stood strapped to the carriage. I saw his muscles twitch. Beyond the carriage, the landscape rose to a lush green English meadow that was framed by a line of trees in the distant horizon. I felt like I was stepping into an Edwardian novel. The gravel cracked and scattered beneath our booted feet. I held open the door to the surrey. My lady stepped inside and I followed. I was a willing pupil to the head Mistress of Brighten Manor, and I was having more pure joy, more fun, than I had ever had on any day of my heretofore dreary life.
Lady Julia, picked up the reigns that reached from of the surrey. The horses head rose at that slightest of touch. She glanced at me and winked. “Comfy dear?”
My feet were positioned flat on the floor of the buggy, my knees together and my back straight against the cushion of the padded seat.
“Yes My Lady, deliciously comfy.” I giggled, and to my surprise so did she.
My Lady then issued a barely audible clicking nose with her tongue. The little horse began to walk. She flicked the reigns and the horse moved more briskly into a gentle trot.
We both settled into the easy movement of the surrey. The lane was smooth and the ride soft and pleasant.
“It will take about twenty minutes to reach the working stables. The stable boys and girls have instructions to have two of the Manors’ horses saddled and prepared for us. I find riding most enjoyable, and easily the best way to see all of the Brighten Manor Estate.
“You have ridden a horse Sibyl. Have you not?”
She waited for my answer. “Yes My Lady, we had a horse on the farm. I fear it was more suited to the plow than those of the Manor. It was a nag.” I laughed, “But I was able to stay mounted.”
“Good. Then we merely need to polish your style. I’ll teach you how a proper English
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