Serving Mizz Mausheimer
by tannim
November 4, 2010

	"Where ARE those lazy maids?"  Mizz Gussie Mausheimer looked around.

	She'd given word among the servants that she was ready to retire almost eight minutes ago.  Fievel was still with her after the announcement of "The Idea".  They'd chatted about his concept for some time in her home, though mostly the boy looked around bored while she and a few others went over the plans.  Now that they were all gone, she was ready to bathe, groom, eat, and go to bed.

	"I think they're distracted by the cat!" The little boy laughed and pointed out the window at the fleeing mice.  The Cat was a group of young mice in a model costume they were trying out. "They can't tell the difference!"

	Gussie looked out the window.  "Quite... distasteful." She murmured, then looked to Fievel. "Very well, you will help me get out of these dreadful clothes... and draw my bath and brush my fur." She took a deep breath.  "You may start by unzipping me."

	The wide matronly mouse spread her arms apart and stood, waiting.  After a moment she looked over her shoulder at the boy.  He seemed uncertain, but her look made him hop up and hurry over.

	Fievel looked up the woman's back.  The zipper was well out of his reach.  After a few test jumps trying to snag it, he gave up.  His long sleeves got in the way.  Instead he decided to climb for it.

	A quick tug on her dress and he reached up for another grip.  It only took him the two hand holds to reach the zipper, but when he let go and held onto the thing, it was stuck in place.  Gussie had to rock back and forth a few times before it finally gave way with a loud zipping noise.

	Fievel fell to the ground with a laugh and the mature mouse tugged at the chest cups until her breasts came free.  She held her arms out again and let the dress fall to the floor around her feet.  Her young helper looked at her from the back and Gussie could almost feel his gaze burning into her back.

	Mizz Mausheimer stood there wearing nothing but her under clothing.  From her back, though, Fievel couldn't see much of her, but he could see enough.  Her hips were nearly as wide as his mothers, he noticed, though she might have been slightly thinner in the belly.  He wasn't sure, though, as his mother didn't wear a corset.  

	"Come on young, mouse.  You can stare after I'm in the tub."  She tugged at the cups to her large bra and turned to look at him. "Do the clasps to my bra and corset next."

	The boy looked at her dress, it had been a challenge to get that off.  Her bra clasp had looked to be about the same height.  Setting his had a bit more firmly, Fievel grabbed her tail and climbed up it.  With her big hips he found he could stand on her butt and hold onto her bra while he worked on the clasp.

	There were a few tricky hooks to figure out but he finally figured it out.  Gussie let out an impatient hum while he fiddled with it then simply let it fall to the floor.  Her breasts held onto it for several seconds before gravity finally let it go.  She glanced back to see if Fievel had seen it, but was vaguely disappointed to see him struggling with the laces to her Corset.  

	Having such a young boy admiring her would have been a delightful treat.  She would have to show off for him later when he wasn't so busy.  Any real thought on how to do it was cut short, however, when he released the button at the top holding the unlaced corset together.

	Gussie let out a deep grunt of pleasant relief and her belly popped free.  For the first time all day she sucked in a full breath and felt her lungs fill.  'Oh the perils of those silly high society fashions,' she thought, sucking in more air.  Even if Fievel had been rubbing her to orgasm, she doubted he'd have made her feel better than just opening her corset.  The stately mouse was just glad she hadn't been trained from them since birth like a few of her very miserable friends.

	She tugged the corset, then stopped when she remembered that her stockings were connected to it.  Mizz Mausheimer held it out in front and swept the younger mouse in front of her with her tail.  Fievel quickly tugged on the clips holding the stocking straps in place but it took him a few moments to get each one off.  He caught the corset when she dropped it and couldn't help staring at her lovely mature body.

	While she sat down on the bed, he ran his gaze over her ample pubic hair.  A thick forest of hair covered her entire pubic mound and constantly tickled her slightly protruding inner pussy lips.  The darker mature hair ran up from her sex and over her chubby belly.  Fievel enjoyed the way it snugged between the left and right fat folds in the middle and dimpled a bit for her belly button.

	He was amazed to see it traveling up her chest and into her cleavage as well.  When she was seated he could see a thick tuft of the dark mature hair at the very top of her breast curves.  It all looked really soft and silky.  Gussie lifted her leg up for him to pull her stocking off, but when he moved closer, it was to run a hand over her inviting womanly hair.

	The older woman lifted a hand to her mouth in surprise as well as to hide her amusement.  She did not lower her leg, but she did not chastise the boy either.  His small hand felt pleasantly welcome on the top of her pubic mound.  That he was brave enough to touch there when he could just as easily have touched higher on her belly made her enjoy him even more.

	Fievel pet her soft hair and laughed happily.  It was softer than his fur, but not as smooth.  There was an odd smell to it... to her.  A hint of roses from her perfume and something more feminine.  He would have leaned in to try to identify it if she hadn't tapped him with her foot as a hint to get back to work.

	"Sorry, Ma'am!" He exclaimed without real embarrassment.

	"You can touch it later when we get to the brushing, young man." Gussie smoothed out the first thick thigh moments after he'd tugged the stockings off.  It had been no effort for him, and wouldn't have been an challenge for her to do herself, but a lady shouldn't do a servant's job.  "There, now go into the bathroom and fill the tub for me.  I expect it to be just under hot, mind you."

	While Fievel waited for the tub to fill, his eyes wandered back to Gussie.  She collected brushes from drawers, three different ones he noticed, as well as selected a set of clothes for the next day.  Her broad hips were much different than his sister's.  Very little about her was similar to his sister as far as he could tell.  Especially in the chest.  Tanya's chest was nearly as flat his own, but Gussie's were far more than his hands could hold.

	She looked over to him and for the first time he felt embarrassed.  He wasn't sure why, but he jerked his head around to her tub just in time to see the water nearing the edge.  A quick turn of the handle saved him from spilling any, her bath was ready.

	The bare woman walked in and teased Fievel by lifting a leg and dipping a toe into the water.  "Yes, that's good."

	Fievel held his breath while looking over her very mature form.  The belly fat and soft breasts were funny.  Her groin was too with all her hair covering it, until she lifted her leg up so high.  He saw it part in the middle and flash her moist inner folds for several seconds before she fully stepped into the tub and sank down, a bit splashed out but not much.

	Gussie hummed and held brushes out to her impromptu servant.  "Soap the big one and start scrubbing.  You have a lot of ground to cover." She smiled and leaned forward. "Start with my back"

	The boy soaped the brush and sat on the edge.  It felt weird scrubbing the woman's back, and even more weird scrubbing her front.  He could feel the contour of her body, but the soft sudsy bristles did all the feeling.  Mizz Mausheimer sprawled out in the bath tub looking as if it were nothing to have a young mouse cleaning her naked form.

	Even when he scrubbed into her cleavage, with her hand guiding his, he only got to brush against them with the sides of his hand.  She did make him take more time between her legs, and even smiled a bit when she let him bump against her sex a few times on her inner thighs.  The woman's vulva seemed slightly thicker while he worked, but Fievel figured it was just the water.

	He enjoyed drying her off far more than washing her.  She sat on the edge of the tub while he got to rub all over her ample body with the soft fabric.  Towel after towel soaked up a pleasantly endless supply of water her fur had soaked up and Fievel got to feel far more of her soft womanly body than he had with the brush.

	At first she seemed as calm as ever, but as he kept rubbing over her, especially her large hips and between her legs, her breathing grew shallower and rapid.  Fievel felt himself breathing heavier too.  He noticed his pants had tightened around his unexpected erection too.  He'd had them before, but it was his first around a bare girl!  His cheeks felt hotter too and he just hoped she didn't notice it as he toweled her off.

	"All dry, Miss Mausheimer!" He called out at last.

	"Yes... so I am." She sounded vaguely disappointed.  "I suppose it is time for the grooming brush.  Stiff narrow handle, stiff bristles.  Start on my neck and work down."  Gussie leaned down and whispered into Fievel's ear.  "And when you're done with my fur, you may brush the thick hair you were enjoying so much earlier."

	Fievel giggled and enjoyed her patting him before he set off to it.  He didn't feel a lot at first, until she suggested he smooth each stroke over with his free hand.  He felt it all after that.  Every curve and crease of her belly, every fold of her cleavage and love handles, every twitch of her muscles under her pelt his attention caused.

	When he finished, he got to play with the more exotic hair.  It took more brushing to tease it up after the bath, but once he got it, it felt really neat to run his fingers through.  Fievel looked up at her after he worked from her chest tuft down her cleavage.  The narrow strip along her belly ran to the biggest forest of pubic thatch and he decided to rub his muzzle against it instead of his hand while brushing.  He loved the way it tickled his whiskers and cheek ruffs.  Even more, he enjoyed special excitement it made him feel from nose to groin.

	"Can I help you again tomorrow, Mizz Mausheimer?" The boy called up.

	"Call me Gussie, Fieval... And we'll see how well you do with one more thing."  She wrapped her legs around his muzzle and her feet pressed to his back.  "Are you hungry?"