The Duchess of St. Ives

1805, Midnight,
  Kew Palace.

"Miss Whetherby? A note for you if you will?"
I took the slip of white paper from the footman.
  "On the terrace, come quickly, H"
Knowing the handwriting, I obeyed immediately.
"Good evening, your Grace"
The Duchess of St. Ives, Lady Helena Mellors.
"Don't 'Your Grace' me Amelia, not now please, I need you.
I want to kiss your soft flesh and be close to you,
Pretending with the Duke for society drains me.
I need to be with my real love to feel whole again"
How could I refuse a plee from the woman I loved,
Even if we were at a Royal Ball in a Palace.

The summerhouse she lead me to only had a large iron daybed,
It would have been used as a pretty summer escape I presume.
Helena took my hand and lead me to it.
"Lay down Amelia, in the middle there"
I did, and after she straddled me, bunching her skirts up.
Placing hands either side of my head she kissed me,
Kissed me with passion and fire, sighing with satisfaction.
Then she left me, slowly moved down the bed,
"Part your legs my sweet, I want to taste what is between."
As I obeyed she lifted my skirts to my waist
And began kissing and nibbling my thighs.
I opened my legs further as her mouth travelled upwards,
Her teasing driving me wild with need.

As soon as her tongue touched my swollen pink flesh
I was lost in a sea of pleasure and desire.
Slowly she began to lick my pussy
Teasing my clit with her teeth and tongue.
The faster she got the louder and wilder became my cries.
Spearing my fingers through her golden curling locks
I urged her to finish the dance she had started.
Finally Helena pushed two fingers deep inside me,
The sensation rippled through my whole body.
"Oh Helena" I sighed as her fingers worked within me.
Her tongue then returned to my clit, bringing me ever nearer.

I begged Helena to go faster, pushing me closer,
She added another finger and I came apart,
The sweet tide of ecstasy washed over me.
Minutes later, Helena began moving her fingers still inside me.
"Not again, its my turn to please you.
Lift your skirts and sit on my face, let me taste you"
She came willingly, holding the railings and lifting her skirt.
I pulled her lower to taste her pussy,
Sweet and juicy, a taste I would never tire of.

Hearing her moan always thrilled and excited me,
So I teased her with my tongue a little longer.
Then I pressed three fingers into her,
The secret hot flesh wet and inviting.
One flick of my tongue and she shattered on a cry,
Her juices sweet in my mouth.
She lay down next to me with a beautiful smile on her face
"Much more fun than a Grand Ball any day!"
We laughed and kissed a little while longer
Before dressing and heading back to the ballroom.
"When he goes to his whore tonight, come to me?"
"Yes Amelia. That is why I moved you closer to my bedrooms."