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Her phone beeped again:
Come as you are, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want some company. No need to inform anyone else.
What did she want? Erin had no idea. Alexandra had basically ignored her for five days since that night.
Erin was just wearing a tight vest top and underwear and she was in bed. She couldn’t go over in this. What on earth should she wear? She thought for a minute and then pulled on her joggers. Just something casual. She didn’t want to look like she had been sitting in her room fully dressed. Should she put a bra on? She looked at herself in the mirror, just another sporty lesbian. Such a cliche. She decided not to wear a bra. It would be trying too hard. It wasn’t like her breasts were big enough for it to be an issue.
She padded out of her room in her bare feet and headed to Alexandra’s drawing room where Alexandra waited in more silk Pyjamas. This time in a rich dark red. Like red wine. Or blood. Erin, yet again, was struck by her beauty. Erin had never seen anyone more beautiful than her and every time it surprised her. She liked this time the best. This natural pyjama time where Alexandra wasn’t overdone with make up and expensive clothes.
“Erin, thank you for coming,” she said, her voice soft and magical. “I know I have been distant the past few days and for that, I can only apologise. There is something I want to do, to make it up to you, but this isn’t an order. You aren’t at work now. This is me, asking you, as a friend. Please, I will completely understand if you say no. Please say no if you don’t want to. I promise that I won’t be offended. It will not affect your job in any way. I would very much like for you to stay in my service.”
Erin looked surprised and confused by Alexandra’s words.
“Er… I mean. I don’t know. I understand why you were distant. You don’t have to apologise to me. What is it you want to do?” Erin felt awkward and her body showed it.
Alexandra walked over to her and took her hand. Her touch was electric to Erin, she felt it everywhere. Alexandra lead her through one door and another, to her bedroom door. She opened the door to a room from a film. To a fairy land. The four poster bed was magical anyway, but the room was scattered with rose petals, red interrupting the white. There were candles lit everywhere. More candles than Erin had ever seen. They were scented or the petals were, or maybe both, and the sweet scent of roses filled the room.
Alexandra looked her directly in the
eyes and said, “I want to give you a massage. If you consent. Only if you consent. Please don’t feel like this is something you have to do. Please don’t see this as an order. I never ever want you to feel like I am taking advantage of my power and position.”
“Wow….. er…… I mean, I really wasn’t expecting this. I don’t know what to say. Nobody has ever offered me anything like this before. The room, it is so beautiful. Did you do it all yourself?”
“Yes. I mean I had help sourcing the rose petals and the candles in these quantities. But yes, I set it up myself. I wanted to do something special for you. I have some special massage oil. I have warmed it through for you, it smells amazing.” Alexandra was intent, like a child. She had done this thing and she wanted Erin to appreciate it.
And Erin did. She was blown away by the effort. She felt uncomfortable with the idea of being so vulnerable to someone, but she wanted to try.
“Ok. Sure. Er…. I mean, I should be honest in that I feel a bit awkward about it. But I want to. Sure.”
Alexandra smiled at her and moved closer to her. She began to remove Erin’s clothes.
“Put your arms up.” Alexandra spoke to her as though she was a child as she pulled Erin’s vest up over her head. Erin felt suddenly exposed, her breasts open to Alexandra for the first time, but she trusted the Princess. Her nipples stood erect with excitement and gooseflesh pimpled her skin.
Alexandra leant down and pulled her joggers down over her hips. Slowly, purposefully, they dropped to her ankles and Alexandra pulled them over each foot individually, Erin laughing as she lost balance and had to use Alexandra’s shoulders as support.
Erin stood in only her underwear and thought Alexandra would stop there. But she didn’t. She moved to the elastic of Erin’s briefs, her thumbs in the elastic on each hip. Then she looked up to Erin as if for permission. Erin could have stopped her if she wanted to. But she realised that she didn’t want to. Alexandra pulled her underwear down and off over her feet exposing her small neat strip of dark pubic hair. Erin had never felt so vulnerable or turned on.
“Lie face down on the bed.” A request. Or an order. Either way, it was one that Erin obeyed willingly, crawling inside the white drapes and positioning herself face down on the bed amongst the rose petals.
“Are roses your favourite? Is that where your security code name comes from?” she asked, her voice muffled by the duvet.
“Yes. I have always loved roses. I love the sweet scent of them. As a child I would play in the palace rose gardens and pick the petals. I would mash them with water and make perfume from the roses. I cut my hands often on the thorns. But even the sight of my own blood never spoilt my enjoyment of the rose gardens. I still go there sometimes. They are my favourite places.”
Alexandra clicked on some relaxing music. Erin had never been in an atmosphere more serene. The candlelight flickered, soft lighting over her naked body. She felt calmer about it than she would have imagined.
Alexandra enjoyed watching her body bathed in the flickering light. The tight, muscular lines of Erin’s body that Alexandra had been secretly watching for months now, were suddenly all exposed for her.
She took in the strength of Erin’s back, the roundness of her glutes, her defined hamstrings. The work she did in the gym daily had not gone to waste.
Alexandra climbed on the bed next to Erin, made herself comfortable and poured warm oil onto Erin’s back. Erin flinched momentarily before her body adjusted to it and it felt warm and nice.
Then there were Alexandra’s hands, smooth and delicate. Working themselves into the oil and up and down the muscles of Erin’s back, along her arms, to every muscle, to her hands. Paying special attention to her hands, massaging the slippery oil into each and every finger and across her palm. It felt incredible. Erin could hear Alexandra’s breathing alongside the music as she worked hard on Erin’s back. She felt Alexandra’s warm hands as they crept around her ribcage, brushing the sides of her breasts. She felt her warm hands as they rubbed oil smoothly around her hips, her pelvis, moving down to her ass.
She expected Alexandra to bypass her ass cheeks, as a professional masseuse normally does, so she almost jumped in surprise when she felt more warm oil being poured over her ass. It ran down the crack, teasing her everywhere. She felt Alexandra’s hands working into each cheek and down to the back of her thighs. The inside of her thighs. Slippery hands sliding everywhere. Brushing against her clit, almost as if it was an accident.
But, it was no accident. Erin was sure.
Alexandra’s hands continued on their quest. Firm strokes down over the length of her legs. From ass, to leg, to foot and back again. Alexandra moving quietly above her with the grace of a dancer.
