3 comments/ 15993 views/ 1 favorites The Butler's Surprise By: StephenThorn Ray closed the lid on his toolbox, locking away the screwdrivers he'd just finished using. He returned the box to his closet and got the Shop-Vac to clean up the dust and bits from his efforts. Wouldn't do to leave telltale signs of his duplicity for Kelly to spot, after all. Having finished the sweeping, he checked the time. She wasn't due for another 45 minutes yet. Good. He shucked his clothes and headed for the shower. His surprise would fill automatically while he washed. While in the shower, he thought about Kelly. How sweet she was. True to her name, she was a fetching lass of Irish descent, with the red hair and sparkling green eyes of legend. Yes, and the temper to match. The few times he'd screwed-up, like forgetting her birthday, he'd seen those eyes flash all the lightning bolts of Heaven. She'd turned into a demon-thing...more horrid than all the banshees of Erin. But that wasn't why Ray'd set-up his surprise. He'd done it for love. Kelly had brought more joy and happiness into his life than he'd ever believed he could know. Seeing her tousled head of auburn curls when she first woke up...the way she used just a little-too-much sugar in her tea...how she cried when the fox gets the rabbit on a National Geographic Special...all that she was. And the sex -- oh, Sainted Mother, the SEX. When Kelly was in his arms, she was nearly insatiable. And not just for her own pleasures...but to please him as well. His hands were rubbing soap across his furry chest as he mused in this way. And suddenly it wasn't his hands caressing him, but Kelly's. He already had begun to grow hard at the thoughts of her naked body, and now the urge for release was beginning to be felt in earnest. But he knew enough to wait. So, sighing, Ray reached for the tap and knocked the C handle up a few notches. Fortunately he had his own house, so there was no neighbor in earshot to hear his shout as the frigid stinging water chilled his ardor. When Kelly arrived, he was ready. He'd prepared everything as far in advance as he could, and now came Zero Hour. Hearing her car in the drive, he stepped behind his front door and waited to hear her steps. Then, as she was reaching to insert her key in the lock, he opened the door. She started, surprised. And her brows knit in confusion as she beheld Ray wearing a stiffly starched black uniform. She'd seen it before...or at least she'd seen something like it before. Three days before, Ray had rented a movie for them to watch. The chief protagonist had been an old-fashioned English butler. Now Ray stood, back straight and proud with nose elevated slightly, in an identical outfit. He even wore the dickey and cummerbund and patent leather shoes from the movie. Kelly, at a loss for words, just stood in awe, until the words, "wha...what are you doing, Ray," found voice. "Welcome home, Madam," said Ray, making a valiant attempt at a British accent. "As per your orders, the staff have been dismissed for the evening, and Cook has prepared a meal for you. I've laid-out a dressing gown for you, and after dinner I shall draw your bath." Of course, it sounded more like 'ahftar dinnar I shall drawr yawr bawth,' but it meant the same. Ray stepped aside, giving a sweeping bow and swinging his arm out to the side to encourage Madam's entrance. He'd even gotten a roll of red carpeting to roll out, leading straight into the dining room. Still not knowing what to make of all this, the stunned Kelly could do little more than follow his lead. She stepped inside, and Ray stepped behind her to help her with her coat. Once it had been removed, he addressed her again. "Perhaps Madam would like to change in her boudoir? I took the liberty of laying-out a dressing gown for Madam's use. The dinner will be a few minutes yet, so Madam needn't hurry." He was really playing the subservient butler role to the hilt...completely straight-faced. By now, Kelly was starting to get the idea too, and she was going along with it. "Why, thank you, Jeeves," which had been the name of the butler in the movie. "I would like that. Come with me." So saying, she headed for the bedroom. Ray/Jeeves followed obediently two steps behind (as was his proper position, after all). Once in the bedroom, Kelly noticed the huge spray of white roses on her bed. Ray/Jeeves dashed towards them, apologizing, "Oh, do forgive me, Madam...these arrived earlier today and I just haven't had a second to put them in water," but she stopped him before he could get away. "Who are they from, Jeeves?" "I'm sorry, Madam, I wouldn't know...not my place to ask." Kelly found the card in the bouquet and opened it. It was a simple card, reading, "My Dearest Kelly...I will love you far longer than these poor symbols shall last. You are my life. Ray." Ray/Jeeves was at her elbow as she read it, and he asked, "Some secret admirer, perhaps, Madam?" Kelly's face was blushing slightly and even at this distance Ray could tell her temperature had jumped a couple degrees. But she answered calmly. "Just some poor fool who seeks my favors, Jeeves. Nobody important." "Of course, Madam. If Madam wishes it, I can contact the delivery boy and find-out the identity of the rascal and set the law on him." She smiled. "No, I don't think that will be necessary." "Then, would Madam like to change her clothes for dinner?" "Yes, Jeeves. Won't you help me?" So saying, she took the roses from his arms, laying them on the dresser where the mirror made them look even more numerous than they really were. Then she sat down on the bed, raising her one foot towards her butler. Ray/Jeeves bowed his head. "As Madam wishes," he said. Then he knelt on the thick carpeting and began to unbelt her shoe. Kelly noticed that her servant kept his head bowed, eyes on her foot. She knew that had to be tough for Ray...he was always nuts for her long legs. To be touching them like this and not be allowed to even look up them must be getting him very horny, she mused. Feeling very naughty at these thoughts, she leaned back some, hiking her short business skirt up her thighs. He had one shoe off now, and as she lifted the other foot to him she deliberately let the skirt ride higher until her pantied crotch came into sight. She was becoming aroused at this game as well. "It's frightfully hot in here, don't you think, Jeeves?" she asked. While speaking, she began to gently brush her fingers with their long, red nails up and down over her cotton-covered vagina. Ray/Jeeves made a visible effort to swallow the lump in his throat before replying, "...as Madam says." Having removed both her shoes now, he stood up. His arousal was evident by the hard lump in his black slacks. "Why don't you stay, Jeeves, and help me get undressed," purred Kelly, reaching from her sitting position on the bed to cup his bulge in her slim hand. Ray/Jeeves reacted as though he'd just grabbed a live rattlesnake. He virtually leaped away, a startled look on his face. "Madam," he gasped, "such behavior...I...I mean...for a servant, a proper butler, to...to...it's just not DONE, Madam." And then before Kelly could stop him, he wheeled on his heel and dashed for the door. "Madam may come to dinner at her convenience," he gasped as he made his flustered exit. Kelly sat, looking at the now-empty doorway for several seconds. Already she was plotting what she would do to this servant who DARED to refuse his Mistress's wishes. Then she began to strip. Minutes later, Kelly came back to the dining room. She was wearing the white terry-cloth robe and fuzzy slippers that Ray/Jeeves had laid out for her. On her arrival, she saw that he'd rearranged the furniture slightly. He'd moved the small dining table aside and had brought the speakers from the stereo in the living room in. These were set at strategic locations...largely out of sight, but at good angles for sound. Ray/Jeeves was standing there, still in his starched butler's outfit. He bowed, pulling out a chair for her. "Madam," he offered. The table was set with the good china, and crystal goblets...but only one place setting. "Won't you be eating, Jeeves," asked Kelly? "I shall dine, as befits my station, in the servants quarters, Madam," he replied. "Nonsense. I won't hear such foolishness. Now go and get another plate for yourself." "But Madam...if the other staff finds out...oh, Madam..." "You dismissed them for the night, didn't you? Well, I won't tell if you don't." Ray/Jeeves sighed. "Very well, Madam...as you wish." He disappeared into the kitchen, returning with another setting. He helped Kelly with her chair, then snapped his fingers, calling, "Luigi...play." Simultaneously he kicked a plug into a wall socket, and the stereo in the next room began to play. Soft, Italian violins began to sing, their gentle tones drifting from the speakers. Kelly smiled widely. Ray'd really gone to a lot of trouble for this, she mused. Ray/Jeeves disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a turine of steaming soup. Serving from the left he ladled soup for them both, then returned the turine to the kitchen. When he returned he'd brought a bottle of wine. He pulled the cork and poured the liquid. Then he sat down at his place, and watched Kelly. He didn't pick-up his own spoon until she'd done so. After all, he was only the hired help. The soup was Cream of Broccoli, and quite good. As the two ate, Kelly addressed her servant. "And what did you do all day, Jeeves?" "Followed your orders, Madam. Had Randolph wash and shine the Rolls for Sunday, started Mitashi on pruning the rose arbor, checked Cook's list of groceries for the coming month and okayed her menus. I also took the liberty of calling a man to clean the air conditioners for summer's arrival, and..." he continued, astounding Kelly. She'd never known Ray had such an imagination. He must've spent all day planning this line of gab, she thought. She was jolted back by him asking, "Madam?" "Oh, ummmmm...sorry, Jeeves...my mind was wandering." "Of course, Madam. I was just saying that we might do well to hire another hand for the stables, if you're planning on going through with that increase in stock this summer." She sipped her soup, and chuckled. "Yes, Jeeves. Do see to it, won't you. I know I can allow you to take care of all my important needs." And so saying, she reached under the table and slid her hand into the warmth of his crotch. Ray/Jeeves eyes widened and he quickly started getting to his feet. "Time for the salad, I...I think," he stammered. Then he was all-but running for the kitchen. Kelly giggled. This was fun. The salad contained baby carrots. Kelly took no end of pleasure in delicately spearing them, one by one, then bringing them to her mouth and performing excellent fellatio on them while Ray/Jeeves watched, cold drops of sweat forming on his upper lip. And the girl was enjoying his discomfort immensely. RAY would have attacked her long ago for her flagrant attempt to arouse him, probably knocking the plates to the floor and mounting her right there on the table, but Jeeves was not allowed to even admit his excitement. And his torment only added to her own arousal. She was having so much fun playing the shameless Mistress that her own body was becoming stimulated. As much as she was enjoying this play-acting, she hoped it wouldn't go into overtime so Ray could return and give her the sex she wanted so badly. Main course was Prime Rib Au Jus, served with Potatoes Au Gratin. The beef was done to perfection, which confused Kelly. She knew that Ray could cook as well as most men, but PRIME RIB? And the potatoes weren't from Betty Crocker, either. She didn't know, and unless she went out and checked the trash cans she never WOULD, that Ray had bribed a chef at the local 4-star beanery to prepare one of his excellent dishes for CARRY-OUT. When Kelly commented about how delicious the meal was and how she'd never suspected Jeeves could cook so well, he'd merely smiled and said that HE was the BUTLER, and their repast was attributable to Madam's hiring a competent chef for their staff. Dessert was French Vanilla ice cream with fresh sliced peaches and whipped cream topped with a big, ripe strawberry. When the ice cream was done, Ray/Jeeves began to gather the dishes. Kelly thought about offering to help, but that job was beneath her station. It was while her butler was carrying the serving platter from the beef towards the kitchen that he tripped on the stereo cord and dumped nearly a pint of warm beef gravy down the back of Madam's neck. Kelly leaped from her chair, the brown splotch on her back spreading rapidly. Ray/Jeeves stood a moment, gaping wide-eyed and open-mouthed in horror at what he'd done. Then he was frantically trying to pat her back dry with his napkin, but to no avail. All the while he was muttering, "Oh, Madam...oh, how clumsy of me..." Of course, his patting and mopping only worsened the mess on Kelly's back. "Madam, we've got to get this robe into the wash immediately or it will stain," he cautioned. "And, if I may be so bold, I'm sure Madam will want to wash this," he gestured at her back, "mess off. Now come along...I'll draw you a bath." Never questioning how Ray/Jeeves could have been so clumsy, Kelly allowed him to lead her back the hall towards the bathroom. It was only when he guided her towards the door which lead to the cellar that she asked about her bath. "Why, Madam...the workmen finished the installation of the new water-heater. But it will require your approval before we can turn it on. Surely Madam does not wish her bath to be cold?" And so, though she wasn't sure what was up, Kelly allowed herself to be escorted down the carpeted steps to the basement. She could hear a sound...a bubbling that she couldn't place. The basement was dark and her eyes would need a few seconds to adjust to the shadows. But Ray/Jeeves stopped her at the foot of the stairs, and whispered, "I hope Madam won't mind, but I took the liberty of arranging something special for her," and he reached out and flicked a switch. Flickering lights of red and green came on, but they weren't ceiling lights. The muted glow came from a large, circular object in the middle of the room. For a moment, Kelly didn't know what she was looking at, but then it clicked in her mind. She began to smile. The Butler's surprise was a rather unconventional bubble bath. Ray had bought a child's pool and assembled it in the basement. It was about 4' deep and an easy 8' across. A heater had been added and a filter, which caused the bubbling, sounds, as well as frothed the box of Mister Bubble that Ray had added to the water. Large, billowy mounds of bubbles shivered on the water in the pool. The whole assembly had been built on a wooden platform that housed the red and green lights under the translucent bottom of the pool so they shone up through the water and bubbles. A small set of stairs had been built up the platform and leading up over the edge of the pool. While Kelly's eyes bugged at it all, Ray/Jeeves hit another switch and soft music began to play from hidden speakers. He leaned close to Kelly and whispered, "Surprise, Madam. I took the liberty of arranging a small surprise for Madam's pleasure. And now," he said, stepping forward to assist her ascent to the pool, "I will leave Madam to her bath...unless Madam requires further assistance..." he finished, sounding hopeful. Kelly stepped up the stairs, and swished her fingers in the water. It was scented, and just shy of being too warm for comfort. Her mind was stunned by this. Ray had really done it this time. Then her mischievous side re-surfaced and a sly grin touched her lips. "Well, Jeeves, since the mess on my back IS your fault, I think it only proper that you STAY and scrub my back." Immediately, Ray snapped back into his 'shocked and dismayed' act. "But...but, Madam. That means you would be...UNCLOTHED before me. I...I couldn't...oh, Madam." "Consider that an order, Jeeves." Kelly was really having fun with this. Ray/Jeeves swallowed hard. "Yeh...yes, Madam...as you say," he stammered. Then he reached shaking hands out to help her remove her robe. It slid from her shoulders, and he lightly tossed it onto a near-by chair. Then, taking her hand, he lead her up the ladder and into the water. Her long legs disappeared under the carpet of bubbles, and the foam swallowed her slim body. Her rump settled on the bottom, the bubbling water coming up to swirl around the pointed mounds of her breasts. "Now, Jeeves," she said coquettishly, "you will stand there and watch until I'm ready for you to wash my back." Then she smiled at him, throwing every ounce of 'come-hither' into it that she possessed. With the steam rising between Kelly and her Butler, she couldn't see his lip twitch nervously as he replied, "yes, Madam." And so he stood, at attention, and watched while his Mistress grabbed the washcloth draped over the side of the tub and began to slowly wash her shoulders. Kelly hummed softly to herself as she washed the back of her neck, and then down the length of her slim arms. Ray/Jeeves kept his cool, and tried to think about baseball. Then she began to scrub the nubbly washcloth over her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardness. "MMmmmmmmm," she purred, "that feels soooo gooood. Do you like it when things tickle your nipples, Jeeves?" Of course, Kelly knew that Ray loved having his nipples teased, but she asked anyway. "I sure do. It makes me hot and then I just wanna grab a handsome man and do...oooooh, the most naughty things." Ray/Jeeves listened and watched, trying very hard to think about reciting a poem he'd learned in grade school. Kelly leaned back in the water, lifting her long right leg from the bubbles. She pointed her toes at her servant and commanded, "Jeeves, wash my legs." Ray/Jeeves swallowed hard, and stepped closer to the pool to comply. His stiffening member was forming a tent in his slacks and his fingers were trembling ever-so-slightly with tense passion. It was when he was only a foot from the pool that Kelly's arm rocketed from the water and heaved the sopping washcloth at him. The soaking missile hit dead center of Ray/Jeeves solar plexus, spraying a small flood of scented water in all directions. It even knocked him back a step, but he quickly recovered. Then he stood, staring at his drenched belly, while Kelly fought to get her giggling under control. He looked so comical standing there in his oh-so-proper butler's outfit, dripping wet from hair to shoes, that she simply couldn't help herself. Ray/Jeeves raised his head, jaw set in defiant anger and eyes flashing, and squared his shoulders indignantly. "MADAM," he sputtered. "Was that really necessary?" Kelly managed to suppress her laughter momentarily. Long enough to say, "Oh, shut up, Jeeves. You can't wash your Mistress properly from OUTSIDE the tub, and you can't get in the tub in your uniform. Now, get undressed and get in." His "anger" evaporated immediately, a falsehood vanished like smoke. "Well," he muttered, "it's not proper, but Madam does have a point." So saying, he began to untie his shoes. After them, his jacket and shirt came off. All the while, Kelly watched approvingly. Ray was no Adonis, to be sure. But his body was well-proportioned and in reasonably good shape. And as Ray/Jeeves opened his pants and his stiffness was released Kelly just had to smile. He was so eager that his manhood was swollen and purple. When he was naked, Kelly again raised her leg, and once more ordered her servant to wash her. She had reasoned that Ray, being a confirmed leg-man, would really go nuts over this. But since Jeeves was "in control" and just COULDN'T make passes at his Mistress, this imposed restraint ought to drive him crazy. She was right. The Butler's Surprise Ray/Jeeves was a tense ball of nerves as he knelt at the side of the tub and took Kelly's foot in his hand. His hormones were racing around madly and planning a coup to overthrow the playacting that kept them in-check. His fingers tingled where they touched Kelly's soft skin. He always enjoyed caressing her legs, and especially following them upwards with his fingers to where the object of his lust waited. But now, he couldn't give in to those impulses. Not yet. It was torture. But he dutifully used the washcloth, smoothing the warm water over her satiny skin. He felt hot inside, and every time he'd slide his hand up the inside of her thigh he could feel his penis lurch. A wet spot was forming where the head touched his thigh as he lubricated. Kelly was losing her cool as well. The swirling warmth of the waters around her, the Mistress/servant scenario, and especially the touch of her thoughtful lover on her skin were all combining to excite her. She could feel how a soft, tingling heat was kindling in her belly. And when Ray/Jeeves hand pushed that washcloth up her sensitive inner thighs, the ticklingly erotic sensation made her heart beat faster. Kelly lay back, resting on one hand in the water. She smiled, a wicked and tempting smirk, as she said, "be sure you get everything clean, Jeeves." As she said it, her free hand snaked down to tickle the pink folds of her sex where he could almost see through the bubble-crowned water. But Jeeves could tease too. No sooner had he finished washing her right leg from toes to crotch than he set it back down and began washing her left leg as well. Now it was Kelly's turn to get antsy. With each glide of the washcloth up her inner leg, her crotch begged for her beloved butler's touch. But Ray/Jeeves skillfully avoided any contact with her sex. His touch was stoking the fire of her desire and he knew it, but he intended to let her simmer a bit more. "Am I doing a good job, Madam," he asked. "Getting everywhere Madam wishes me to wash?" "Not quite, Jeeves," came the reply. "I know a very special area you are ignoring. And I want you to wash it immediately." "Of course, Madam," he said. Then he quickly moved around behind her and began to wash the goop from her back. "No, Jeeves," Kelly protested, "that's not where I meant." His knowing smile hidden behind her back, Ray/Jeeves said, "oh, do excuse me, Madam. I thought Madam would want her back scrubbed. Where did Madam MEAN for me to scrub?" So innocent was his manner and voice that Kelly could almost imagine he really didn't know what she'd meant. "Well, Jeeves," she said, "I was thinking more...well, toward my front, rather than my back." "Ahhh, I understand, Madam," Jeeves replied. "Very well, I shall wash Madam's front." He then stepped over the side of the tub, being very careful not to injure any dangling parts of his anatomy, and settled on his knees behind Kelly. His kneecaps were gently pressed into the outer sides of her butt and his fuzzy chest was tickling the moist plane of her back. Kelly let herself relax, slowly falling backwards until she was leaning against her creative lover's body. She could feel the hardness and heat of his penis where it lay against the small of her back. Her head rested on his shoulder as he slid his soapy arms over her shoulders and down her front. Kelly's green eyes closed in surrender as his strong hands, slippery with soap, slid across the sensitive nubs of her nipples, and cupped her firm breasts. "Perhaps these are what Madam had in mind," the butler teased. But Kelly wasn't up to answering at that moment, as Ray's fingers had begun to lightly trace circles around her very sensitive nipples and the feelings had caused her breath to catch in her lungs. Inside her, she could feel the familiar warmth spreading through her belly as her pink lips grew puffy and her inner tissues became wet with want. Ray/Jeeves soapy hands continued to massage Kelly's breasts, her passion bringing soft murmurs of delight to her smiling lips. In her mind she was floating. The swirling wet heat of the water surrounding her, the steady hypnotic bubble-bubble of the circulating pump, even the dancing patterns of the colored lights which seeped through her eyelids were lulling her into a never-land of bliss. To her, there was no other world but the small sensual one she and her butler/fiancee inhabited. But Ray wasn't about to let her stay in that softly shaded plane for long. He began to expand his massage to her flat stomach. His fingers slid downwards, riding soap bubbles like tobogganists. Then he'd curl his fingers and lightly scratch her with his fingernails on the way back up to her tingly breasts. He could hear the faint sounds of her delight when he did this, and he couldn't help but smile. He turned his head till his lips brushed her ear, and he cautiously licked her earlobe. When his hot breath whispered in her ear Kelly reacted by arching her back and pushing her breasts into his palms. "Oh, Jeeves," she purred, "that tickles." "And would Madam wish me to stop 'tickling' her," chuckled Jeeves? And as he said this, he scratched his nails over the taut buttons of her nipples. Kelly's open lips trembled slightly and Ray had to listen closely to catch her barely-whispered "God, no." he smiled. She was really getting worked-up. Time to go to the next stage. Reaching behind himself, Ray's hand fished under the soapy water until it found the slim rubber hose on the bottom of the pool. It vibrated slightly in fingers as he gripped it. It was one of the hoses which led into the pool from the water pump/heater. It squirted a thin, but powerful, stream of warm water as he maneuvered it towards Kelly's belly. She never expected what happened. But suddenly the bubbling stream was beating against her puffy sex. Like a Shower Massager it spattered her folds, drumming like thousands of fingers on her flesh. Her brows drew together in surprised pleasure and she whimpered in her chest. Ray kept the stream on her crotch, all the while using his other hand to massage her breasts. He also began to nibble at the back of her neck, under her hair. He knew how wild that made the girl. He was still nibbling when he directed the pulsing stream at her clitoris. Instantly, Kelly's back arched and her mouth sprang open in silent ecstasy. Her pelvis bucked as she fought-out her orgasm in Ray's arms. When the splashing has stopped, Ray/Jeeves was still holding Kelly in his arms, but he'd put the hose down. She was getting her breathing back under control, after the delightful climax she'd just come down from. And he was still not finished. "Did Madam enjoy being thus 'scrubbed'," he asked? Though Kelly did not answer in words, he got the idea from the way she reached up and slid her dripping arms around his neck, smiled and made a contented purr in her throat. He hugged her and whispered in her ear, "but Madam is neglecting to reward her servant for all he has done for her." And so saying, he dug his fingers into her ribs, tickling her again. As Kelly squirmed in his grip, he teased, "So how is Madam going to PAY her loyal servant, huh?" He got paid. In spades. Because in the action, Kelly's hand landed on the hose. She spun on her butt and Jeeves suddenly got a face-full of water from the squirter. It caught him entirely unprepared, and he was inhaling at the time. Ray took-in a lungful of water and began to gag in huge whooping wet coughs. Suddenly realizing what she'd done, Kelly dropped the hose and grabbed him, anxious to help him get the water out of his chest. She helped him hang over the edge of the pool and retch. Finally he calmed down, able to breathe again. "Oh, Ray...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean...," she pleaded. "Oh crap, I can't..." She was almost on the verge of tears. But Ray was all right, and he sat down on his rump in the pool, leaning against the side. He was still breathing hard, but no permanent damage was done. "Don't worry, Madam," he croaked. "I won't file for Workman's Comp." He smiled, and Kelly melted into his arms. Curling up like a big cat, she sat between his spread legs and rested her shoulder in his broad chest. "I'm sorry, Ray...I ruined your surprise," she said. But he stopped her. "No, Madam," he soothed. "These things happen. Don't be upset." She smiled, comforted by his words. Then the wheels in her head began turning again. She thought she ought to do something to repay Ray for nearly drowning him, and for this wonderful surprise. And she was still horny inside, her body reminded her. But he'd lost his erection when he'd swallowed the water. Well, she thought with a smile...she could fix that! Under the water, Kelly's hand wrapped around the soft length of Ray's penis. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and looked into his eyes. Oh, those grey eyes...how she loved looking into them. "I suppose I must repay my butler in a very SPECIAL manner, since I did nearly kill him," she whispered. "If you think you're up to it, that is?" Falling back into his butler role easily, Ray/Jeeves replied, "Madam! I am a Proper English Butler. I am trained to be 'UP TO' anything my employer can come up with.." "Then don't sit on your ass, you snooty, hoity-toity fop. A-ten-HUT." spat Kelly. Jeeves leaped to his feet, standing ramrod straight in the knee-deep water. "Now...," Kelly crooned, "don't move." Her eyes were filled with wicked mischief, but Jeeves couldn't see that. So he wasn't ready for the sensations as Kelly lifted his flaccid member and slid it deep into her mouth. Jeeves, the proper English Butler, could have handled it. But Ray, the American Plumber, was another matter. When Kelly began to suck on his manhood, Jeeves simply ignored the feelings as best he could. But Ray couldn't help himself. He moaned. Immediately, Kelly pulled back, letting his flesh fall from her lips. "That will be quite enough of that," she growled. "You are at attention, Jeeves. There will be no moving, no talking, no thrusting of hips, no moaning, no growling, and no assistance. Do you understand!" "Ye...yes, Madam," he stammered. "GOOD." Kelly replied. "Now, be still." She was really coming-off as a drill sergeant now...and kinda grooving on it. She thought maybe she'd see, someday, how far Ray would let her order him around. But for now, she had pleasurable work to do. Again she pulled his soft rod into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the thick vein on the underside of his penis, slo-o-owly from base to tip. She knew very well how Ray loved such treatment. But he behaved--no moans came from him. His breathing quickened somewhat, but no other signs of his arousal. So Kelly inched forward on her knees and sucked his length down her throat until her nose was nestled in his damp bush. Her hand began to massage his scrotum, gently kneading his full testes while she fellated him. She could feel him trembling slightly, and she heard the faintest of moans in his chest. His staff was beginning to swell, also. She pulled back, and began to run her tongue in swirling circles over the flaring head. To Ray/Jeeves credit, he tried to stand still and be quiet. Really, he did. But a man can only stand so much. As his penis stiffened and grew, waving up from his crotch like a flagpole, he couldn't remain entirely silent. His breath began to hiss through his teeth as his erection slid in Kelly's mouth. When he was fully erect, Kelly released him from her oral grip. She turned in the water, getting on her hands and knees before him. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at her prisoner. "Okay, slave...you can move now. Come and give your Mistress what she wants so badly." Ray/Jeeves grinned widely. "YE-E-E-S Madam," he chuckled, all traces of his phony accent forgotten. He went to his knees behind Kelly, his stiffness bobbing before him. Reaching between her spread thighs, he teased her lips with his fingers. She was dripping wet, and it wasn't Mr. Bubble-water, either. Gripping his hard penis, he began rubbing the tip against her opening, teasing her further. She purred, wiggling her rump in time with his touches. Then, slowly, he pushed into her. His organ slid deep into her warmth, until his balls brushed her puffy mound. Holding her hips, Ray/Jeeves began to pump his length in and out of Kelly's body. With every in-stroke, he'd hunch his back slightly at the end, giving an extra "unghh" to the motion. His penis glistened with her juices as it sawed in and out of her softness. Both lovers were making pleasure-noises as they made love, but the sounds were drowned-out in the humming of the pump and the splashing of water. The pool had a miniature tempest in it from the motions of the Butler and his Mistress. Kelly was thrusting back against her Ray, her long hair hanging over her head and swishing in the frothy water. She was building towards climax, a fire swirling in the pit of stomach as she reached for her orgasm. But it wasn't quite near enough to be caught--until Ray/Jeeves reached around her hip and rubbed her clit with his finger. WHAM. It hit Kelly like a brick through a plate glass window. Her whole body bucked wildly as a series of delightful cums machine-gunned through her. Her teeth were clenched together so tightly that it hurt, but she managed to rasp, "Oh God...oh GAWD...oh, yes, Jeeves...do it, ohdoitdoitdoit." The clenching of her inner muscles had brought Ray/Jeeves to the breaking point too. He was lost in a paradise of sensations, with orgasm as the only star in the blackness. And as he reached for it, it grew bigger and hotter, until finally it went nova in his groin. "Ohhh, Gohhhd...cumming...CUMMING," croaked Ray. And he was, his thrusting prick firing it's load deep inside Kelly's spasming body. When it was over, the butler and his Mistress collapsed together. Both were spent for the time being. They cuddled in the warm womb-like tub, relishing in the touching and holding after sex. It was several minutes before Kelly whispered, "Jeez, Ray...what a welcome-home surprise. I can't believe you went to all this trouble." "But baby, you're WORTH it," he replied. "I'm just glad it has all worked-out, at least so far." " 'So far'? What do you mean, 'so far'," asked Kelly? "Well, usually we get really ravenously hungry after a good screwin'," mused Ray. "But you don't seem to be..." "Bullshit, boy." Kelly responded. "I'm starved. Is there any of that prime rib left?" Ray immediately snapped back into his act. "Well, Madam," he said, "I don't believe Cook left any extra. But perhaps I can find something for Madam's appetites..." and then he was climbing out of the tub. But rather than head for the steps, he aimed for the Coleman cooler in the corner. It'd been stored in the cellar since last summer's trip to Gettysburg, and now, for the first time, Kelly noticed how clean it suddenly was. Jeeves lifted the lid on the red-and-white box. He began to fumble through the contents, and finally said to Kelly, "please, Madam...close your eyes." She did. And as she heard his wet footsteps on the cement approach, a delicious smell touched her nose. "All right, Madam...open them." he said. In his hands were two huge dishes of ice cream. "If I remember right, Madam's favorite is To-Die-For-Chocolate Hagen Dazs with chocolate Cool-Whip and walnuts. I hope that's correct, Madam?" Kelly's jaw dropped as she stared at the sinfully delectable treat he was handing her. "Jeeves," she cautioned, "this is just full of calories. We'll get chubby." But Ray/Jeeves just grinned. "Then, Madam, you and I shall just have to 'work-out' again, won't we?" The two lovers settled down in the swirling water with their ice cream treats and began to feed bites to each other. Fini =====Please note that this story is a bit of a departure for me. I've tried to keep the 4-letter words and graphic descriptions to a minimum, and concentrated more on the romance, rather than so heavily on the sex. I tried to write an adult story that might appeal to a wider audience, so women could enjoy it more also . I would appreciate any comments/critiques you can give me. And who knows...if there's enough 'fan mail' then maybe Ray/Jeeves and Kelly/Madam will return some fine day.