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Despite the strangeness of everything, Vivi's tenderness makes you feel so at ease, so relaxed. You catch yourself letting out a girlish little giggle.
"Thank you," you say. Vivi smiles, and you find yourself falling in love with her beautiful face. She leads you over to her makeup table and helps you with your hair and makeup. Along the way, you feel so strange, but so good. The petticoats brushing against your legs, the amazing cleavage you see when you look down, not to mention Vivi's incredibly sensuous body, her sexy accent. You feel tingly, and a little damp in your borrowed lingerie. By the time she is finished, you look in the mirror to see one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen. Turning to Vivi, you can't help but reach out and touch her gently.
"I don't know how to thank you," you say. She smiles warmly. You stand after a moment, and follow her as she leaves the room. Though you've never walked in high heels before, you find yourself walking perfectly well, even strutting and sashaying a bit as you follow her. With the tingling in your femenine places getting hotter and hotter, you wonder if this isn't some incredibly strange, wonderful dream.
Downstairs, Vivi smiles at you and directs you to the living room.
"You may wait here for Madame," she says in her sexy accent. "Is there anything else you require?"
'You,' you think, finding your eyes drifting to her sexy silky legs. "Maybe... maybe something to drink." you say. Vivi smiles and leaves the room for a moment, leaving you all alone in lust. Experimentally, you reach under the frilly maid dress and touch your panties. A jolt of immense pleasure shocks you. You yank your hand back as if you'd been electrocuted, and bite your lip to keep from moaning. You start to realize how different things are for women!
Vivi soon walks back in with a glass and a bottle of wine. She pours you some dark red, and fruity-tasting wine. You drink it down.
"Aren't you going to have any?" you ask Vivi. She smiles.
"I'm sorry, I usually 'have to ask permission."
After the two of you finish the bottle, you rest a hand on Vivi's silky thigh. She blushes and bites her lip. You feel an intense burning in your womanhood and find yourself barely resisting the urge to rub against this frilly, feminine maid.
"Please, Zarah... Miztress could be home any moment..." says Vivi, red in the face. You notice her nipples are poking through her satiny maid dress.
"I just want to thank you for your kindness," you say. Drunk, horny, and insane with lust you lean in and kiss Vivi, your lipsticks mingling, your frilly uniforms pressing together. She moans in response and you feel the lust intensify.
You crawl into Vivi's lap and kiss her passionately, absolutely desperate to feel her body, burning with desire. She kisses back, licking your lips, and roaming her hands over your femenine curves. You start unintentionally grinding against her leg, losing all control. Alcohol, lust, and a strange sense of trust overwhelm you as you roam your hands over her creamy breasts, her silky legs. The two of you, absorbed by lust, don't even notice the front door open. You moan, she moans back, and the world is just the two of you entwined in your femenine way, almost bursting with desire.
"Vivi," says a commanding voice, "Who is this?"
In startling terror, you roll off of Vivi and land on the floor, your petticoats all over the place. Vivi stands, and lowers her head.
"I'm sorry, Madame," she says, "She needed help, and she was so beautiful... please forgive me..."
Written by Anon
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