Introducing Lady Jane.

by

Aristocatch

It had rained seemingly non-stop for several days forcing Lady Jane to remain inside the manor house, which she found immensely tedious and uninteresting. When at last the sun shone brightly there was only one thing to do and that was to go out riding.

This was not quite as simple as it seemed however for Lady Jane did not exactly respect the responsibilities of her position. There was no way that she was going to behave as a second daughter of the nobility should. It was enough that her elder sister could personify all that an English aristocrat was expected to represent, protecting to the full the high hopes his Lordship had for her. Lady Jane was not about to do the same to the great chagrin of her father; even if it meant his certain displeasure.

So disgruntled was Lord Hawkmore that he had been obliged to take specific measures to curb his daughter's excesses. One of these was to insist that she no longer went out riding on her own. After the umpteenth time that she had come back late, long after the dinner gong had sounded, and in particular when a certain gentleman of impeccable prospects had been invited especially to make her acquaintance, he had forbidden her to go out alone. This had provoked an outburst that no Lord of the Realm ever expected to hear, and certainly not from his own flesh and blood. A solution had to be found and it finally came in the person of Constance Dunlightly.

Constance was employed in a lowly position in the household, but when it was discovered that she was a competent horsewoman she was promoted to the rank of assistant lady's maid, with orders to accompany Lady Jane every time she ventured out of the house – even on foot.

Such a leap in rank, coupled with the not inconsiderable increase in pay that went with it made sure that Constance applied herself to her new duties with all the vigorous zeal that Lord Hawkmore had been seeking. Only once in three months did Lady Jane come home after the appointed hour, and that was due to Constance's horse becoming lame some distance from the house and their having to return on foot, an offence that was automatically pardonable – even a rebellious second daughter is brought up to fully respect her equine companion.

It was therefore in the early afternoon, after a light luncheon, that Lady Jane had been able to prise Constance away from her other duties, have two horses saddled and set out for a ride through the estate.

All the rain that had fallen had left the estate quite sodden. Constance tried riding alongside Lady Jane to limit the splashes but, from time to time, she was forced by the narrowness of the path to fall back into single file and thus receive the projections from the hooves of Lady Jane's horse, much to Lady Jane's merriment.

A fool Lady Jane was not. She was well aware of the fact that her freedom required her to make a friend of Constance, and to take no action which could cause Constance to submit an adverse report to his Lordship. The sight of Constance receiving muddy projections from her horse was quite amusing, but she could see that Constance was not finding the experience quite as humorous.

Coming upon an area that was particularly wet and muddy Lady Jane reined in her horse, dismounted and tied the horse to a nearby tree. Constance automatically did likewise.

“Constance” Lady Jane said, 'see that patch over there. How would you like to try to make me as muddy as you are?”

“I'm not sure I understand, your Ladyship”.

“Don't be naïve! I challenge you to try to even up the state of our cleanliness. But beware, I don't intend to let you succeed unopposed!”

“But Madame you cannot get your riding clothes spoiled.”

“Let us then remove our outer garments and boots. It's quite warm enough. There's no-one to see us. And, by the way Constance, I don't expect you to let me win; after all it's just for fun, and neither has to win nor lose.”

“If you're sure, Madame.”

“I'm sure Constance”.

Constance went to help her Lady undress, but Lady Jane waved her away to see to herself.

Even with their outer riding clothes removed, both women were covered from head to foot in the undergarments of the epoch.

In three months Constance had had time to get used to her new role, and to grow in confidence. She secretly admired Lady Jane's spirit and was encouraged by this first move from Lady Jane to treat her as other than a riding chaperone. Her goal was to find that fine limit between maintaining his Lordship's trust, and hence her position, and using that position in ways that rendered her life more interesting and fulfilling. Initially surprised by Lady Jane's idea she rapidly saw it as the chance to change the nature of their relationship to her advantage, and hopefully also to have some pleasure. Similar in build to Lady Jane she had grown up with brothers, and knew how to defend herself.

They walked over to what was a real mud hole.

“If your Ladyship would like to take up position over there” she was going to say, but hardly had she uttered the word 'Ladyship' than lady Jane exclaimed “I'm no Lady” and pushed her hard towards the mud.

Constance was anything but naïve and had enough presence of mind to twist as she fell and hit the mud back first with a very loud plop and splash. As she expected Lady Jane wasted no time in following her but, instead of landing on Constance's back as intended, she found herself face to face with Constance who promptly rolled her over so that the back of her aristocratic underwear was fast soaking up the muddy water from the ground.

Constance held her position.

“Equals while we fight?” she asked.

“Equals while we fight” answered Lady Jane after a moment's hesitation and instantly regretted it as Constance smeared a handful of mud over her forehead and up into her hair, being careful to avoid her Ladyship's eyes.

Lady Jane could have retaliated in kind but instead she chose to seek to unseat Constance, which she soon succeeded in doing. The two grappled on their knees until Lady Jane managed to pull Constance down into the mud into which she vigorously rubbed her face. Constance came up spluttering, and quite unable to see. To her surprise Lady Jane used the small part of her clothing that was still relatively mud free to wipe the mud from Constance's eyes then, asking Constance not to move, she walked across to her horse and fetched the flask of water she always took with her when she went out riding.

“You do look a sight, my lady”.

“You should look at yourself! I think we might need this water.”

Constance got to her feet, all her clothes heavy with muddy water and clinging to her body. Lady Jane rejoined her in the mud hole and they stood facing each other.

“Ready to continue, Constance?”

“Ready to continue, my Lady”.

And that's just what they did. Initially grasping hands, they pushed and pulled at each other, sliding backwards and forwards in the mud, with neither dominating. This situation could not satisfy Lady Jane for long and she tried to trip her maid, but Constance was one step ahead and used Lady Jane's motion to send her in a shallow dive into the ooze. More careful than her mistress she did not follow her down, but seized her legs and pulled her through the mud making sure that no parts of her garments remained dry. Then she turned Lady Jane over and sat down on her stomach with a triumphant look on her face; which did not last for long as, showing surprising agility and force, Lady Jane arched upwards and pulled Constance up and over her body and headlong into the mud.

For several minutes the two threw each other around in the mud. Twice they briefly paused to wash mud from eyes, but then they renewed their battle until they were both dripping wet from head to foot and by mutual consent they stopped to catch their breaths. The mud was really very wet and so their clothes were absolutely sodden, as was their hair. Lady Jane looked Constance in the eye and even amidst the mud-splattered features Constance could see a mischievous look in her mistresses eyes.

“Have you had enough?” she asked.

“What about you my lady?” was Constance's guarded reply.

“Well, I'm wet and you're wet, but you're not really muddy, and I had promised to make you really muddy. What do you say that we try to anoint with mud those parts that are covered by the clothes?”

“All those parts?”

“All those parts.”

Despite the fact that they had shed their outer garments, actually getting a hand through the remaining layers to touch skin would normally have been a difficult operation. The soaking and manhandling the clothes had received had loosened fasteners and stretched the fabric to some extent, but as Lady Jane and Constance threw themselves back into the affray with renewed enthusiasm, any thoughts of simply making mud pies on each others bodies quickly gave way to an intriguing battle to distort the clothes enough to allow access without actually ripping them off – though many minor tears were created.

Constance was first to feel the undisguised contours of one of her mistresses' breasts under her mud-filled hand. In other circumstances having another woman's naked orb in her hand could have been an erotically charged moment, but in the context of this combat and against her mistress at that, Constance did not allow any such thoughts to stay in her mind. She could hardly have been any wetter between the legs and the fact that Lady Jane was trying hard to add a mud poultice in such an intimate zone encouraged her to leave any such ideas well to one side and use her successful access route to coat Lady Jane's second breast with mud from her other hand.

With Constance's hands clasping her breasts Lady Jane could have entertained lascivious ideas of her own, but that would have been ignoring her combative nature. Failing to attain her goal of Constance's womanhood she changed tactics and plunged a hand down Constance's now stretched neckline. With next to no mud on her hand she merely reduced the gap in the intimacy stakes and then for good measure gave Constance's breast a squeeze.

“I didn't think that was in the rules” was Constance's only reaction.

“What rules?” was the expected reply which left Constance free to give a muddy tweak to Lady Jane's left nipple.

Lady Jane pulled hard on Constance's neckline with her other hand, tearing it enough to allow that hand to measure the size of Constance's breast – pleasant if not excessive was a fleeting thought - before both of them set to squeezing each others breasts, not with uncontrolled violence, but enough to elicit some discomfort, especially when nipples were rolled between fingers and pulled the short distance that the fabric would allow.

Kneeling face to face, Constance's hand rising up from under Lady Jane's garments, Lady Jane's plunging down from the neckline, produced a locked situation where each could manhandle the others breasts, but where further movement was virtually impossible. Being both of a stubborn nature they therefore remained locked in such manner, grimacing from time to time as one squeezed a little harder, benefiting to the full from this quite unique situation that their births and social positions should never have made possible, determined to enjoy to the full an experience that few other women of their time could have encountered.

Being locked face to face they were able to exchange comments. Although Lady Jane used a couple of highly unladylike expressions when Constance caused her en-heightened discomfort, Constance was sufficiently aware of her status not to reply in kind.

Finally Lady Jane ventured, “ perhaps we should call a halt before I pull your breasts off and stop our efforts as soon as the first one muddies the other between the legs.”

Constance was feeling very daring.

“I'm sorry, your Ladyship, but I couldn't accept that we stop before I have fully covered your precious anatomy. In the event that you were lucky enough to get there first, I would wish to continue. There is no reason that one of us should win or lose – after all we're doing this for our pleasure”, and so saying she nipped one of her Ladyship's nipples harder than before.

Lady Jane was pleased with her maid's reply but simply ripped the front of Constance's top much further down, breaking the unstated rule concerning nudity. She was surprised, but even more pleased when her maid replied in kind. Whilst not dangling fully exposed, both sets of breasts would have been partially visible to anyone watching but, fortunately for both, no such person existed.

Freeing their hands from each others breasts allowed them to break apart and then fling themselves together in a bout of wrestling which they had not experienced for several minutes. Each tried to gain the upper position, to control their adversary and free their hands for seeking the elusive access route. Lady Jane was showing considerable stamina and slowly getting the upper hand, but try as she might she could not find a way through Constance's clothes. Reverting to type she began trying to tear her way in, but Constance's undergarments were made of surprisingly good quality cloth.

On one of her rare moments on top Constance took advantage of some damage to Lady Jane's clothes to thrust her hand through a tear and up the inside against the leg until she could feel that her muddied hand was firmly against Lady Jane's most intimate and personal parts, though the effect of the mud and water meant that the feelings in her hand were few and far between. She quickly withdrew her hand and filling it with fresh mud succeeded in regaining the sanctuary before Lady Jane could react.

Lady Jane's reaction was quick and efficient. Taking advantage of Constance's hand being 'trapped' she pulled and tore away harder at the front of her servant’s undergarments thus allowing herself to dollop a handful of mud against Constance's inner sanctum. They lay there pressing handfuls of mud against each others no longer intimate parts, all the fight gone out of them, replaced by a feeling of full satisfaction.

“Would you have the goodness to remove your hand from there and refrain from filling my orifices with mud.”

“Whenever your Ladyship does likewise.”

Exhaustion overtook them now that their goals had been achieved and even though it might have been expected that Lady Jane would manage one last squeeze or misplaced jest, she surprised Constance by meekly removing her hand. Constance had been waiting to retaliate, but found herself obliged to cease hostilities as well. They lay there breathing heavily and looking at the state of each other. Their clothes were severely damaged and their entire bodies fully coated with wet mud. They both began to laugh.

“I hope you are willing to do that again one day.”

“Whenever your Ladyship requires.”

A nearby stream was pressed into use to wash off some of the excessive layers of mud, before they put their outer garments back on. On the ride back they took it in turns to ride in front so that, by the time they arrived at the manor, both were splattered all over and although this raised a laugh from those who saw them none were close to suspecting how the Lady and her maid had spent their afternoon.