Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler in “French Maid, Part 3”
By Gark
It had been a wonderful night with Dorothy in the solarium, snuggling under the comforter, watching the stars as we drifted off to sleep. It was now about 8:00am the next morning, and we were naked & cuddling quietly as we came fully awake. There was a brief knock on the door, and James entered the solarium with a cart containing two breakfast trays. Dorothy sat up and leaned against the brass bedpost, the comforter dropping off her chest and exposing her large, naked breasts. I was somewhat surprised, but James was not. Apparently, Dorothy often took her breakfast this way. Besides, the only way the tray would work properly was if one was sitting up with the tray straddling their outstretched legs.
Not wanting to seem prudish, I did likewise, sitting up and letting the comforter slide down my body to my waist, completely exposing my breasts, as well. James barely seemed to notice, definitely an excellent butler with a great deal of discretion.
James had prepared a magnificent breakfast for us - ham and cheese omelets, bacon, freshly baked whole wheat bread, corn muffins, fresh fruit, milk, coffee, juice, and more. Obviously, James hadn’t known my preferences, so he’d brought a large variety of food and drink for us to choose from.
As James was leaving, Dorothy thanked him profusely, and then asked one more thing. “James, could you draw us a bath… in the master bathroom, please?”
“Certainly madam,” he replied evenly. “I’ll attend to it immediately, as it will take some time to fill properly.”
We were famished from the night’s exertions and ate heartily. After such a feed, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to move all that well, let alone have another sexfight. My body was physically spent, but I still found myself craving this ravishing, nude woman sitting in bed next to me eating breakfast.
I was about done eating, and glanced over to find Dorothy smiling slyly at me, obviously cooking up something. She reached over to get an extra orange juice from my tray, instead knocking the glass onto my chest, covering my breasts completely with orange juice. I shrieked in surprise, but gathered my wits quickly. That was no accident, and I retaliated immediately, pouring a glass of milk over Dorothy’s huge orbs. Things escalated quickly from there. Soon we were smearing each other’s bodies with jellies & jams, sausages, breads and fruits. We were a total mess, naked and food fighting with abandon, tangled up in each other’s bodies. Dorothy seemed to be in control mostly, and I took a real pummeling as she assumed the upper position sitting on top of me, continuing to smear food all over my breasts, legs and crotch. Thankfully, we stayed away from each other’s face and hair.
“Do you give?” she asked impishly from atop of me.
“No way!” I giggled, straining to get free.
It was a little like jello wrestling, I imagined as I managed to roll her off me and assume the upper position myself. There was a saucer of whipped butter handy, so I scooped up a handful and smeared it onto Dorothy’s breasts, rubbing it on with glee.
“Oooohh!” she squealed. “You’ll pay for that!!”
Then she flipped me over and grabbed two corn muffins, smashing them into crumbs upon my breasts. Dorothy then flung her breasts against mine until the muffins and whipped butter mixed. Before I knew it, Dorothy was licking the mixture from my breasts, and I wasn’t doing anything to stop her. It felt much too good!
Finally, I rolled Dorothy onto her back and lapped up the muffing/butter mixture from her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard as I slowly licked everywhere upon her breasts. She cooed softly, and I assumed the food fight was over.
How wrong I was!! Dorothy rolled me off once again, and we commenced to roll around through the leftover breakfast lying all over the bed. Our bodies became covered in slimy food, and we must have looked a sight as we giggled, wildly wrestling in the mess.
Finally, Dorothy got the upper hand, sitting astride me in a schoolgirl pin. My eyes were drawn to the crevasse between her legs.
“Do you give?” she asked impishly.
I knew what I wanted. “I give,” I giggled in reply.
“I’ll accept that, but I’m not done with you yet,” she teased. “The bath awaits… and your complete and total submission, too, I might add.”
I was very intrigued to discover her plan! We walked hand-in-hand out the door into the hallway. As we meandered our way to the master bathroom, we again encountered James. We were covered from neck to toe in his wonderfully prepared breakfast, and I could see the stricken look on his face - no one was that good a butler.
Although, James quickly caught himself, mumbling, “I see you both enjoyed your breakfast.”
I’m sure he didn’t mean it the way it came out, and he looked quite pained.
Dorothy quickly interceded. “James… we had a full and delightful breakfast before this happened. Please do not allow our current condition to cause you discomfort. We truly did enjoy the breakfast. And, I expect you to stay out of the solarium and allow me to clean up in there. Is that understood?” she asked.
“Yes madam. Thank you for your kindness,” he replied evenly.
“Don’t forget about my hand in this,” I added. “I’m cleaning up, too.”
“Thank you as well, Ms. Mindy,” he replied as he excused himself and made his way further down the hallway. “The bath is ready,” he chimed before disappearing around the corner.
Dorothy motioned for me to go first into the bathroom. There was a huge heart-shaped whirlpool tub filled with warm, bubbly water on one side, and a large, two-person shower on the other. The commode was in a separate area further down.
Motioning towards the tub, Dorothy stated, “It’s temperature-controlled - only the best for the master.”
“Yes, I see,” I replied looking around further, eyeing the dual shower stall.
“C’mon,” she said. “Let’s clean up before getting in the tub.”
We stepped into the shower together and proceeded to get clean, rubbing and scrubbing everywhere upon the other’s bodies. It quickly turned into a grope fest, and soon our hands were on the other’s breasts and clit as we french kissed under the warm, dual sprays of water.
Abruptly, Dorothy turned off both shower sprays and dragged me somewhat reluctantly out of the shower. I’d been ready to go right there, forgetting about the whirlpool tub full of warm, bubbly water.
“Just hold your horses, girl. You’ll get yours soon enough!!” she told me, dragging me forcefully into the tub. As we sat down, I realized that the tub was unusually deep. Our breasts were partially submerged, bobbing up & down, to & fro, to the rhythm of the bubbling, frothy water. I reached for her, and soon we were both fondling & groping the other’s breasts. As I sat in place, Dorothy maneuvered into a sitting position on top of my outstretched legs, finally encircling my waist with her legs in kind of a scissors maneuver. But, she wasn’t trying to crush my waist, instead kissing me fully on the lips from her position of dominance. We frenched and groped gently as the warm, bubbly water swirled around our entangled bodies. But, to Dorothy’s disadvantage, I could easily probe her clit area while she couldn’t do the same to me.
Dorothy knew she couldn’t stay that way for long, releasing me and backing away off a little.
“OK… enough of that… it’s time for the main course. You sit over there, facing the middle area,” she commanded. “I’ll do the same over here.”
We repositioned ourselves before Dorothy continued further. “I’ve always been curious about trying this, and now I’m going to find out.”
I had a fair idea what was about to happen, but kept my mouth shut.
“Now extend your legs towards me, placing your left leg over my right leg, and I’ll do the same to you.”
It was hard to maneuver on the slippery bottom of the tub, especially with the water bubbling all around, but we managed quite well anyway. “Now what?” I asked with bated breath, realizing I had never quite done it this way before.
“We just scrunch towards each other until our pussies make contact. Then encircle your left leg around my back, ‘capturing’ me, and I’ll do the same to you. Then there’ll be no ‘escape’ for either of us, not that I’d even dream of it.”
In no time, we ‘captured’ each other in the erotic embrace. We were both leaning back bracing ourselves with our arms extended backwards to the floor of the tub. Dorothy continued, “We don’t stop until one of us forces an orgasm from the other. Ready?”
“Yep,” I replied eagerly.
“Go,” she purred.
We immediately launched our upper bodies together in a clinched embrace and began grinding our pussies together. Soon we found a rhythm, moaning as one as we attempted to bring the other to orgasm. As the battle continued we loosened up our grip on top, holding onto each other with one hand and groping the other’s breasts with the other. I splayed her nipples between my fingers, twirling and lightly pinching them between my fingers, as she did a similar maneuver on me. Then our mouths and tongues found each other, and our sexual tension increased a notch further.
I pounded my wet, throbbing, pussy against hers as hard as I could, all the while kissing and groping her passionately. We moaned in unison, both moving closer and closer to ecstasy as we ground our pussies together. I didn’t know if I could hold out much longer, and for that matter, I no longer cared. I was in the throws of wild eroticism, oblivious to everything other than our mutual passion.
Then suddenly, I was shuddering and screaming loudly, clutching one of Dorothy’s breasts hard and kissing Dorothy harder than ever on the mouth. As my orgasm overpowered my senses, I heard Dorothy begin to convulse uncontrollably in her own orgasm. I moaned, and then screamed, tears forming in my eyes from the sheer ecstasy of the moment. As I finally regained control of my body, Dorothy continued to moan loudly in her orgasm.
Finally, it was over. I had been bested, and Dorothy was well aware of it, a huge, shit-eating grin upon her face. “Looks like I win this time, doesn’t it Mindy?”
“Yeah. You beat me fair and square. And… I hope you’ll agree to a rematch sometime in the near future. I’d like to try my luck at this maneuver with you again,” I replied.
“Yeah. I’d definitely go for that!” she replied enthusiastically.
We lounged in the tub for some time afterwards, massaging the soreness out of each other’s bodies. Later, we cleaned the solarium and made it presentable once again. Dorothy & I hugged and kissed each other passionately, as it was time for James to drive me home. We agreed to meet for lunch in a few days to discuss our next encounter.
In the car, James asked, “I trust your stay was an enjoyable one.”
“It certainly was, James… it certainly was,” was my simple reply.
[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]