“I must take my leave now, My Lady.” Reeves bowed as Lady Amondsham returned to her husband’s bedchamber. “I shall call again tomorrow afternoon to examine him aga…”
“Nonsense, Doctor.” She cut him off. ‘You are not leaving tonight. Not in this dreadful weather and not without a good meal and some rest.”
“You are most kind, My Lady.” He replied, feeling a little nervous in her commanding presence. “But I need to cleanse my person and…”
“But of course you do.” She smiled. “You will stay in our guest chambers tonight and tomorrow as well. I want you to closely keep watch on my Samuel. You will be handsomely paid, this I promise.”
“Uh, I… as you wish, My Lady.” Reeves bowed again.
“Splendid.” She clapped her hands. “Selene will escort you to your chambers and run a bath for you, after which you must join us for dinner.”
Oh, he liked the sound of that. He looked forward to seeing the lovely maid again. Selene her name was, was it? Too perfect - a pretty name for a pretty woman. He had never had anyone run a bath for him before either. He felt a keen sense of excitement course through him, but quelled it. Allowing himself to feel that way would only append to her Ladyship’s view that he indeed was too young to be taken seriously.
“Doctor?” The chime of Selene’s voice made him jerk up. “Please, allow me to lead you to your chamber for the night.”
“Yes, please.” He almost whispered. She had a gleam in her eye that made him very uncomfortable all of a sudden, but then it was possibly a job requirement of hers to make all guests to the Estate feel welcome.
Selene led him up a set of winding carpeted stairs and toward the many guest rooms in the lavishly opulent Manor. He noted that she was wearing a shorter skirt now, ending just below her knee and her shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. The sheen on her near flawless skin made his own rise in tiny Goosebumps.
Soon he was inside one of the many guest rooms. She offered him a seat by the window and entered the attached bathroom to run his bath. The sight of the warm comforting bed made him want to dive in and curl up, but the prospect of a warm bath was more enticing, especially when a lovely young woman was going to run it for him.
“Your bath is ready, Doctor.” Her melodious voice sang out. “Do come in.”
“After… you leave.” He cleared his throat nervously.
“Leave?” She peered out at him.
“Yes, so that I may bathe.” He ventured carefully.
“Oh, I see.” Selene smiled coyly. “But her ladyship insists that you are to be bathed properly.”
“You… wish to bathe me?” He tried to keep the apprehension out of his tone, succeeding almost.
“Nay, I do not wish it, I am instructed to do it.” She shrugged with some nonchalance. “It is the house custom.”
“But I have never been bathed by a…”
“By a maid?” Her smile was honest. “Well, there is always a first time for everything.”
“I… I am...” He blushed furiously. She seemed pretty forthcoming for a maid, not that he did mind.
“Oh, this is nothing to be alarmed about, Doctor.” She almost touched his arm; her slender delicate fingers a mere inch from his rising skin. “I am required to do this for every guest of the house. I will step out; you may undress, place your soiled clothes in the wash basket and step into the tub and be seated so I can bathe you. Nothing more.”
“Oh, well… I suppose.” He shrugged with a tight smile, though his heart was beating faster than galloping horses.
Selene smiled at him tightly and stepped outside as he dipped a hand into the bubbly tub. The water was perfect. Warm enough to soothe his aching muscles and scented to make a sense of freshness waft all over him. Discarding his wet and dirtied shirt and breeches, he glanced over his shoulder. She wasn’t peeping in, as he had feared she might. He quickly slid off his undergarments and slipped naked into the water. The relieving sensation on his weary body made him moan softly.
“Ah, good.” The maid walked back in, waving a scrub and a small towel in her hands. “It’s time we cleaned you up for dinner.”
Reeves blushed furiously at the actuality of being naked in the presence of the loveliest thing he had seen. It wouldn’t be long before she could see the effect he had on her. The shy young doctor tried his best to distract his mind. Thinking of some of the most gruesome medical instances should help. But it didn’t, nothing did. Though the water was warm and relaxing, Reeves tensed up and shivered as the young woman sat down behind him and placed the towel over his narrow shoulders. The touch of her soft hands, even through the towel, sent a wave of electricity through him. He knew she could feel his tension as she luxuriously massaged his neck and shoulders, lathering his skin with smooth scented soap suds.
“Be it not my place to ask, Doctor…” Selene almost whispered as she caressed his shallow chest with the wet towel. “But I do dare – how does one as young as you profess of such knowledge that takes many years for one to acquire.”
“I… I… suppose I have a gift.” His smile was nervous.
“Well, we all have our gifts.” She acknowledged moving her hand down lower to his flat belly.
“Yes.” He thought as he took a sharp breath and clasped at the scrub in her hand. “As do you, for I have never met a maid such as you.”
“Oh, Doctor - do allow me to bathe you.” She protested, looking into his eyes intently.
“I… I can take care of the rest… I…” He stammered, still holding on to the scrub. If she went any lower, he knew he wouldn’t be able to contain himself.
“Oh, of course you can, you’re a grown man.” Selene laughed. “Yet not so much in appearance as in wisdom.”
“I suppose my gift is balanced by such a curse.”
“Hardly a curse to appear younger than one is.” Selene smirked, tugging at the scrub from his grip. “Any woman would kill to have such a curse. Now release the scrub and let me do my job. We mustn’t be late for dinner or her ladyship will give me an earful.”
“It is fine… I am clean… ohhh.” He protested as she yanked the scrub and dropped it into the water.
“Oh, I can’t see it in the soap water.” Selene muttered, dipping her hand in. “Ah, I have it.”
“Oh, no… no…” Reeves whimpered, blushing red.
“What be this?” Selene’s lovely green eyes went wide with her slender fingers wrapping around something clearly thicker and harder than the old scrub.
“I… it’s…” The flustered young doctor muttered, shifting around in discomfort in the tub.
“Oh, my goodness.” The maid wore an expression of shock on her face. “I… I think you have more than one gift, Doctor.”
“That’s enough, Selene.” Reeves grasped at the sides of the tub with both hands. “Let me out of this bath.”
“Not yet, Doctor.” Her sweet voice was insistent as she tightened her grip on his swollen member. “You are not clean enough.”
She yanked him back down. His light slender frame couldn’t resist this oddly strong young woman. Selene dipped in her other hand and took a firm grim with both hands on what she thought was the most amazing thing she had experienced.
“Oh, I have known men… far too many men in this young life of mine, but nothing the likes of this… and that too from one who looks no older than a boy.” Her eyes had glazed over as she gently lifted his organ up to have the glistening head poke out of the soapy water. “It is as long and thick as my own forearm, if not more.”
“Selene, I… I’ve never…”
“You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?” She smiled at him. “Well, should they come to know of this wondrous thing… you needn’t have to worry about that any more. You may need to beat them away with a stick.”
“Selene, I am in pain… it has never been this way before.” His face twisted with agony as his aching arousal throbbed in her possessive grip.
“Leave it to me, Doc
tor… I have the cure for your suffering.” Her green eyes gleamed as she drew him out from under the water. “My goodness, is this thing a snake?”
Reeves didn’t respond, shivering vigorously as her hands explored his pulsing foot and quarter length erection. She placed the wet towel over his surging member and wiped the soap off it, sending intense waves of pleasure all over his body. What she did next wouldn’t have prepared him for it in a hundred years. His eyes went wide as the beautiful maid opened her lush moist lips and wrapped them around his thick cockhead. Her tongue swirled over and under the crown and the tip of her tongue provocatively stabbed at the deep slit. His groan of pleasure bounced around the walls of the bathroom with a resounding echo.
All fifteen inches of rock hard arousal shuddered as her hands expertly took him to the brink of release. For the first time in his young life Bertram Reeves felt different. Well, he knew he was an anomaly, from all those medical journals that he had been devouring for knowledge, and he had thought it was best to keep his extra-ordinary endowment hidden. It was a foolish thing to do, he admitted to himself now as the young woman expertly made a multitude of nerve endings come alive in ways no medical journal or conjugal manual would ever tell him. At twenty three, this was the first orgasm he had ever had that was not self induced.
“Oh my, Doctor.” Selene licked her lips as she washed his spent member clean. “I must say, you are a fresh breath of life this town sorely needs. I have never seen one as enormous as this before… why, even on a man three times larger than you this thing would be overbearing.”
“And I have never seen a maid such as you, Selene.” He sighed, relaxing back into the water with a sense of euphoric relief. “I would have thought for one in such service you should have hands that were not as delicate and soothing.”
“I am a maid for special requirements here at the Estate.” She said huskily, as she marveled at his endowment, caressing it in her hands delightfully. “The estate has other maids and menservants for tasks… more menial.”
“I should be thanking my fate for this opportune night, if I were a man of such persuasion.” He smiled at her, admiring the way she played with him.
“I must know more of you soon, Doctor.” She looked at him with the keen interest of a predator at her prey. “But now come, let us dry you off and make you ready for dinner.”
Reeves stared bemusedly at the young woman as she busied herself around him. Here he had the most memorable, reality altering experience of his life so far and for her it was just another day at work. Such was the way of life.
He was ready, before long, dressed in clothes not his own, but the fine garments fit him nonetheless. Being small and slender did have its advantages. He walked down the stairway and headed for the dining area. There were two others already there with the Lady Amondsham; a radiantly beautiful young woman and a tall handsome young man.
“Ah, Doctor Reeves.” The older woman smiled affectionately. “Come, join us. This is my daughter, Annabelle and my nephew Captain Jackson Brewster Munro.”
“I hear you’ve been taking care of Papa.” The young woman, a refection of the Lady Amondsham herself when she was that age, looked up at Reeves with wide blue eyes.
“Indeed I am, My Lady.” Reeves bowed. “And I assure you, his Lordship shall be well and seated among us come the sunrise.”
“Oh, I do pray so.” Annabelle sniffed. “I do so abhor seeing Papa suffer in bed like that.”
“There, there, dear cousin.” The dashing dark haired man seated beside her patted her hand. “The doctor gives us his word that my uncle will be well by morning.”
“I indeed do.” Reeves nodded as he took a seat, smiling brightly at everyone.
“You look refreshed, handsome even, after your rest and bath, my dear doctor.” Lady Amondsham smiled at him. “And yet you could still pass off for one of junior years. If you don’t mind the question – how old are you, Doctor?”
“Not at all, My Lady.” He smiled back, gingerly touching the small row of silverware set upon the table before him. “I am of twenty three years and saying that aloud does me no disservice.”
“Such modesty in your chosen profession is rarely experienced, Doctor.” Munro gave him a sardonic grin. Clearly this young man was envious of him for some reason. Reeves was not accustomed to being envied, and he found the strangeness of it somewhat amusing.
“I come from modest means, kind sir.” He smiled back, leaning back to allow the soup to be served. “I am yet to know of a life of wealth such as this… and I do aim to embark upon such an endeavor.”
“You have my best regards for such an undertaking.” Munro closed his eyes as he blew into his spoonful of soup.
“How do you find the flavor of the soup, Doctor?” Lady Amondsham looked at the young man with a smile.
“Most excellent, my Lady.” He grinned. “The subtleness of the onions and parsley does complement the essence of the salmon.”
“Ah, a man of refined tastes and learning.” The Lady nodded. “I am impressed further.”
“Yes, your ladyship.” Selene agreed as she poured the wine. “The young doctor impresses much.”
Reeves felt the color rise on his face instantly at the sight of the maid and her enchanting voice. His hand trembled slightly and he lowered the soup spoon lest he spill its contents on the spotless linen.
“And how has he impressed you, dear Selene?” Annabelle stared at the young doctor.
“Why, the master’s fever has lessened greatly after Doctor Reeves’s treatment. I do believe the master will be right and well by the sunrise.”
“That is impressive indeed.” Munro nodded, taking a sip of his wine as he eyed his cousin’s reaction.
“Oh, Mama… you must justly reward Doctor Reeves…” Annabelle smiled at the young doctor. “I was horrified to see Papa this morning; I couldn’t even hope that he would be well within a week, much less a day.”
“Oh, I merely did my job… I am satisfied to be of service to such a fine and legendary Estate.” Reeves blushed deeply, rivaling the shade of the wine he sipped nervously.
“Oh, I do believe you will have even more rewards coming.” Selene whispered into his ear as she leaned in to clear his soup dish.
Reeves looked at her sharply and then averted his gaze as quickly. He knew his every move was being watched by all and had to guard his reactions well. But what did she mean by that, he wondered, as he absently stared at the exquisitely prepared venison served to him. His mind filled with images of Selene and him in the bath, making the familiar feeling of pleasant fullness begin to take shape between his slender legs.
“Doctor, I guarantee you will enjoy the venison more with your mouth than with your eyes.” Munro laughed at his expression of bemusement.
“Yes, Indeed.” Lady Amondsham nodded. “Marcel has outdone himself again. That man is an artist, not a mere cook. Oh, how we are spoiled and pampered, surrounded by these gifted individuals in our service.”
“Oh, Mama… we do pay them handsomely for it.” Her daughter shook her blonde head.
“Yes, we do, don’t we, my dear.” The Lady Amondsham smiled warmly at Selene serving her more wine.
Reeves would admit that this was possibly the best meal he had ever had, or will ever have, if only he could be focused on it. His mind, and his eyes, seemed arrested by the dainty dark-haired maid bustling around the lavish dinner table. He couldn’t recall what the desert served was as all he could center on were the sensuous curves of Selene’s hips and breasts, her shapely limbs and her radiant smile.
He went to bed that night with thoughts of her still on his mind. After a few minutes of settling into the comfortable bed, just as he was about to drift off into a blissful state, a soft scraping of footsteps outside his door made him stiffen. He peered at the door, a sense of dread creeping over him.
A soft tap on his door made him sit up abruptly. He crawled out softly, grasping the footstool by one on its short legs in his tremb
ling hand. He waited for another tap, before pressing his face against the crack of the door. Who could it be at this hour of night?
“Who is it?” He whispered sharply.
“Doctor Reeves, open the door swiftly… I am in need of your cure.” A familiar sing-song voice whispered making him feel excited and apprehensive at the same time.
“But it is rather late, don’t you think?”
“I need your attentions now, Doctor… I will not survive the night.” The sweet voice almost pleaded.
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