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forcibly. Sentimentality did not become her, she reminded herself. She was a matron in charge of a large estate, not a scullery maid inclined to tumble with any strapping fellow who crossed her line of sight.
Still though, there was that ache in between her legs. It was becoming almost constant now. Sometimes the need to be touched was so powerful that it stole her breath away.
"That's what riding is for," she said softly to herself. The rocking motion of riding soothed her hysteria and sometimes brought much needed release. She hoped she would not experience that in front of Ginny though. The thought of debasing herself like that in front of a servant made her cheeks flush bright red. "Calm yourself, Delia."
"My lady?" Ginny was just entering the doorway.
Delia flushed even harder, unaware that she had spoken out loud. "Nothing, Ginny."
"Very good my lady," Ginny smiled. The girl had a sharp eye and an even sharper mind, and Delia wondered just how much she saw and understood.
Delia elected not to try to explain herself. Instead she turned and lifted her arms, allowing her serving girl to wrestle her vast skirts and petticoats over her head and dress her in her riding clothes.
When the riding outfit was properly laced, Delia smoothed her gloved hands over the sleek bodice and tilted her riding hat at a jaunty angle atop her chestnut locks. Ginny had braided Delia's long hair into a thick coil that roped around the crown of her head. It was heavy, but best to keep it out of the way of low hanging branches.
"Well Ginny, shall we set out?" Delia exhaled, delighting in the freedom of breath that came with a riding corset.
"Stevens has brought the horses round, my lady," Ginny nodded. She tilted her own straw hat so that it set at a jaunty angle across one eye. "Everything is prepared."
"Excellent, Ginny. Let's go have an adventure."
Ginny nodded, forgetting her manners as she made her hasty way to the front hallway. The servants were gathered around to make their farewells. Delia left a few instructions for Mrs. Woodhouse, the head servant, and instructed Johnson to shut up the left wing of the house.
When at last she and Ginny set out on the road leading away from Wainwright Arms, she heaved a sigh of relief. The burdens of being a mistress of a great house fell away from her slim shoulders the further she got from the white estate. The birds sang merrily in the trees and the buzz of locusts signaled that it would be a hot, dry day. The sun caressed the small bits of exposed skin, a light breeze played softly with the tendrils of hair that had escaped her updo. Delia shivered slightly at the sensuality. The touch of the wind combined with the gentle rocking of her horse were making her cheeks flush for reasons that had nothing to do with the heat. Once again, she felt that tight clutching at her core, and her mind dragged her unwillingly back to memories of Geoffrey's body stretched naked beside hers in their great bed. The things he used to do to her; with his lips, his tongue...his gorgeous, upright cock....
Delia squirmed in her saddle, rocking forward just a little more than she needed to. She moaned softly in frustration.
It would be a scandal, but it was high time that she took a lover, Delia mused. It was the only way she could think to bring herself peace.
Ginny seemed content to follow her in silence, unaware of the storm that was raging inside Delia's body. And thank heavens for that. Delia tried to compose herself with thoughts of estate business. The harvest, the servants' wages, anything to throw a bucket of cool water over her fevered desires.
Ginny laughed and pointed at a pair of squirrels running pell-mell along the roadside. It was as if she knew Delia needed a distraction. Delia smiled and sighed, looking fondly at her serving girl. She was grateful for her calm companionship. Her affection for the girl was growing by the month.
Still though, there was that ache in between her legs. It was becoming almost constant now. Sometimes the need to be touched was so powerful that it stole her breath away.
"That's what riding is for," she said softly to herself. The rocking motion of riding soothed her hysteria and sometimes brought much needed release. She hoped she would not experience that in front of Ginny though. The thought of debasing herself like that in front of a servant made her cheeks flush bright red. "Calm yourself, Delia."
"My lady?" Ginny was just entering the doorway.
Delia flushed even harder, unaware that she had spoken out loud. "Nothing, Ginny."
"Very good my lady," Ginny smiled. The girl had a sharp eye and an even sharper mind, and Delia wondered just how much she saw and understood.
Delia elected not to try to explain herself. Instead she turned and lifted her arms, allowing her serving girl to wrestle her vast skirts and petticoats over her head and dress her in her riding clothes.
When the riding outfit was properly laced, Delia smoothed her gloved hands over the sleek bodice and tilted her riding hat at a jaunty angle atop her chestnut locks. Ginny had braided Delia's long hair into a thick coil that roped around the crown of her head. It was heavy, but best to keep it out of the way of low hanging branches.
"Well Ginny, shall we set out?" Delia exhaled, delighting in the freedom of breath that came with a riding corset.
"Stevens has brought the horses round, my lady," Ginny nodded. She tilted her own straw hat so that it set at a jaunty angle across one eye. "Everything is prepared."
"Excellent, Ginny. Let's go have an adventure."
Ginny nodded, forgetting her manners as she made her hasty way to the front hallway. The servants were gathered around to make their farewells. Delia left a few instructions for Mrs. Woodhouse, the head servant, and instructed Johnson to shut up the left wing of the house.
When at last she and Ginny set out on the road leading away from Wainwright Arms, she heaved a sigh of relief. The burdens of being a mistress of a great house fell away from her slim shoulders the further she got from the white estate. The birds sang merrily in the trees and the buzz of locusts signaled that it would be a hot, dry day. The sun caressed the small bits of exposed skin, a light breeze played softly with the tendrils of hair that had escaped her updo. Delia shivered slightly at the sensuality. The touch of the wind combined with the gentle rocking of her horse were making her cheeks flush for reasons that had nothing to do with the heat. Once again, she felt that tight clutching at her core, and her mind dragged her unwillingly back to memories of Geoffrey's body stretched naked beside hers in their great bed. The things he used to do to her; with his lips, his tongue...his gorgeous, upright cock....
Delia squirmed in her saddle, rocking forward just a little more than she needed to. She moaned softly in frustration.
It would be a scandal, but it was high time that she took a lover, Delia mused. It was the only way she could think to bring herself peace.
Ginny seemed content to follow her in silence, unaware of the storm that was raging inside Delia's body. And thank heavens for that. Delia tried to compose herself with thoughts of estate business. The harvest, the servants' wages, anything to throw a bucket of cool water over her fevered desires.
Ginny laughed and pointed at a pair of squirrels running pell-mell along the roadside. It was as if she knew Delia needed a distraction. Delia smiled and sighed, looking fondly at her serving girl. She was grateful for her calm companionship. Her affection for the girl was growing by the month.
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