*The first chapter in the chronicles of a young heiress on holiday in France, discovering her freedom and sexuality.*
Lillian awoke on her first morning in Sainte-Enimie with a cool breeze drifting through her open window. She breathed deeply the scent of the French countryside. Crisp spring air filled her lungs with the perfume of the lavender fields which stretched east from the end of her great-aunt’s estate. The silk slip nightgown she had pulled on last night after their long journey skimmed her small frame as she stretched and climbed out of her mahogany four-poster. It was a magnificent bed, draped in thick velvet, which was the same soft pink of the wallpaper. Lillian had hardly noticed the room the previous night. The two-day journey from London – with her irritable mother and three younger siblings – had thoroughly exhausted her. Today, however, the world was quiet, and her heart was fluttering with excitement.
*The maids must have been working for weeks to prepare this room*, Lillian thought as she saw her lavishly decorated bathroom for the first time in the light of day. Fresh flowers covered almost every surface! A number of beautifully embroidered towels hung from golden fixtures on every wall. And the tub, good Lord, the bathtub. It was twice as large as her bathtub at her father’s home in London – which was no small feat. Hand-painted bouquets of flowers and fruit covered its ceramic sides, ornate golden claw feet held it off the tile floor, and matching gold taps poured hot water over her feet as she sat on the side. As it filled, she sprinkled the steaming water with an assortment of perfumes found on a nearby table.
A silky auburn plait flowed down Lillian’s back. It was tousled and messy from the journey. Flyaway hairs fell around her lightly freckled face, and she decided it would need to be a full do-over as she pulled the ribbon out and shook her hair free. The tub was nearly full. She twisted the taps off and slipped off her dress. The lace-lined silk piled on the floor at her feet and she stepped out of it and into the tub. Warm, beautifully scented steam filled her lungs and mind as she sank into the water; the warmth melted away the gooseflesh brought on by a gentle breeze floating in the bathroom window. Lillian looked down at her body in the clear water, her eyes lingering unabashedly on her form. Lillian had studied art extensively in her lessons but was only allowed to view the naked human form in museums, and in the privacy of her room. Her parents believed it was improper to have such depictions of sinful flesh in the home… but it seemed her aunt had a different philosophy. Directly in front of Lillian, at eye level with the bathtub, was the image of a nude woman. She was reclining on a chaise lounge, her prominent bosom on full display. Her arm was draped elegantly across her body, and her fingers seemed to graze that area between her legs which was beginning to grow warm for the girl viewing her.
Suddenly Lillian was acutely aware of her own nakedness. She surveyed herself again, noticing that her delicate breasts were smaller than the woman’s in the painting. She raised herself just enough that they broke the surface of the water. Immediately her nipples responded to the cold air, hardening and making Lillian suck in a quick breath. Her fingers slowly found their way to her chest, cupping both of her breasts. She glanced back up at the painting and wondered what a woman with such a full figure would feel like. Would Lillian’s fingers sink into her curvaceous hips? Would those pronounced breasts fill her small hands? Would her nipples become hard to the touch as well? Lillian’s mind began to wander, and her hands began to move. She was now toying gently with her nipples, feeling every splash of water and soft pinch as though lightning was shooting through her. After a steadying breath she looked back at the painting, and began moving her hands down her body, into the water.
The warmth in between her legs was growing and did not stop as her hands reached it. Her knees spread as wide as the tub would allow, and she ran a finger slowly up her now-exposed slit. She spread her lips and placed the tip of her finger at their crest. She began to circle that area most begging for attention and saw in her mind’s eye the painted woman doing the same. The circles became gradually faster and more desperate. A moan of pleasure escaped Lillian’s lips, and she sincerely hoped no one was on the grounds this early to hear the sinful noises echoing out of her window. Her body was on fire now, back arching away from the bathtub and fingers moving frantically. She was reaching the moment of bliss she had only felt a few times in her life, sighing and moaning without restraint. She rubbed herself fervently in the water, thrusting her hips upward into her hand.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” she cried as she felt herself at the brink. Suddenly her legs flexed upwards. She caught the chain of the drain stopper on her foot and pulled it completely out. The water level immediately dropped, and Lillian gasped, hands flying away from herself and desperately grasping for the stopper. She grabbed hold of it and forced it back into the drain, groaning in frustration at how close she had gotten. The tub was now only half full, so Lillian twisted the taps back on.
As hot water began to flood back in, she was pleasantly surprised at how the ripples of water felt against her throbbing clitoris. After a moment’s pause, she pushed herself forward into the stream of water. Her legs were now hanging out of the bathtub on either side of the tap and drops of water fell from her toes onto the pristine floor. She centered herself under the powerful spray and felt a wave of pleasure shake her entire body. This was nothing like her fingers, it was powerful and unrelenting. She could feel herself reaching her peak again, but this time it felt as though it was being forced on her. Control of her body was impossible as she lifted her hips even closer to the tap, her legs shaking. Gasps and sighs of pleasure were coerced out of her by the sensation, she no longer cared if anyone heard.
Lillian threw her head back and found herself staring into the eyes of the naked woman on the wall. She reached for one of her nipples and twisted and rolled it in her fingers, while her other hand supported her now uncontrollable thrusting. She was so close, pleading “Oh! Oh god! Oh god, please!”
Finally, her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Every part of her body was burning and shaking with pleasure. The woman on the wall watched Lillian writhe and moan, she had never known such rapture.
Very gradually, the sensations began to subside, and she was able to catch her breath. She raised a shaking hand from the water to turn off the tap, and then fell back against the tub and let out a content sigh. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sank even deeper into the water. After only a few moments of peace, however, she was interrupted by an excited pounding at her bedroom door.
“Lilly, dear, are you awake?” her aunt called. “We have a full day ahead of us!” Lillian groaned quietly; she would be happy to spend the entire month in that very bathtub, but called begrudgingly back to her aunt anyways.
“I’ll be down for breakfast soon, Aunt Ruth!”
Lillian washed her hair quickly and stepped out of the tub. She dried off with one of the many towels and wrapped herself in the summer robe she had brought with her. As she began re-plaiting her hair in the mirror, she spotted something outsider her window. As she approached it, she realized there was a young man sitting in the shade of an oak tree two floors down in the garden. He had a sketchpad on his lap and was working intently on something, although she could not see what. With a pang of dread, she wondered how long he had been there.
*Surely he couldn’t have heard anything from all the way down there,* she thought to herself.
Putting the thought from her mind, Lillian went to get dressed for what would hopefully be an extraordinary day.
*Thanks for reading! Part two coming soon, constructive feedback is more than welcome!*
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