Who Wears The Pants Here?

Though I may lie to others repeatedly and unashamedly, and though it is within my nature and my many vices to be deceitful even towards myself, there is a certain part of me that cannot be denied, a part of me that is more honest, almost primitive, than the sophisticated person I've become through years of learning and improving myself in as many ways as I could.

That is the part of me that finds itself suddenly awakened, rudely and unexpectedly, as I am chaperoning a gaggle of young ladies in a private getaway. The Claes property is, as expected, quite expansive, and within their domain is a vacation home, a lakeside cabin set next to the clearest waters I've seen. 

In the burning summer heat, it really isn't that strange that we'd find ourselves longing for a dip in the cold, refreshing waters. Not that I could, or would, join in. It was my task and duty to attend to the young ladies. Through the use of magical devices, tools and simple ingenuity, it had become possible to serve them cold drinks with ice cubes to ensure they remained chill. Somewhere along the way, someone had figured out recliner chairs, and a clever mind had turned a simple parasol into a beach umbrella.

Though we were not at the seaside, the freshwater lake would do more than well enough to soothe the overheated ladies that had been dutifully studying for all of ten minutes after arriving.

And yes, I am trying to avoid thinking about the other seemingly and distressingly modern invention that lay before me. For the young ladies were at the lake's shore, playing with the water, splashing it onto each other, in their swimwear. Now, normally, this would not be an issue, but...

How was I supposed to know that not only had this country somehow invented the concept of bikini swimwear, but that even more importantly, it was considered the height of fashion, that all noble ladies would want to wear!? This was preposterous, insane, nonsensical, this was wreaking havoc upon me!

Of course, unlike them, I wore my dress as per usual, which gave me a degree of separation from the happy fun times that were occurring right in front of me, but it did not make it any easier to ignore what lay before me.

I did my best to simply dedicate myself to duty, but it was... difficult, to say the least.

As I put a tray down under the sun blocking umbrella, ensuring the pitcher on it would remain cold by judiciously filling it with ice cubes and thus making sure the lemonade was as refreshing as it could be, I tried to avert my gaze from the ladies, but it wasn't much good, for one of them had come up to me.

Though slim and short, there was no mistaking the fact that Sophia Ascart was a woman very much blooming into her womanhood. Her weak constitution and her albinism were quite evident, she had a slight, slim and almost elfin build, and the entire expanse of her extremely pale skin was put on display. With her snow white hair, her ruby red eyes, and of course, that smile that could be as firm as it was fragile.

There was very little of her hidden. She wore a relatively tame two piece set in a deep, forest green, but though it might seem tame at first glance, it was clearly designed for her, and accentuated her slight curves. It was cut and shaped in such a way that made her look ever so slightly more womanly, as she was cursed to be petite her whole life due to her early childhood. 

Trying to pretend I hadn't been staring at her, captivated by the odd sight of a noble lady in such... daring clothing, I served her a glass of lemonade, which she accepted gratefully. 

Putting it back down after emptying it, she sighed in contentment, licking her lips. "Ahn, delicious," she said, "the acidity is just right to take the thirst off," she said, "and the refreshing taste of lemon stays just long enough," she moaned.

"Thank you very much for your kind praise," I replied, bowing to her. "Please, don't hesitate on my account, and enjoy your time."

"Thank you very much, I will," Sophia said, making as if to curtsey, but she remembered halfway she had no dress on. Moments later, she headed back to the area where the others were playing around.

I sighed in relief when she left, and pointedly tried not to stare at her perky behind as she did so. Small though it was, the fact that no friend of my mistress went without physical exercise showed in their bodies... especially now...

My eyes lost track of one of them, and I wondered where Lady Hunt had gone. I couldn't see her with the others, and believe you me, her figure was not one that was easy to miss.

I decided to serve a glass of lemonade for myself, but the moment I finished, it was snatched from the table by the missing lady Hunt.

It was... very, very difficult to actually avoid looking at Lady Hunt. If the other ladies were daring and bold, Mary Hunt went above and beyond. Of all the ladies, she was the most obviously and most excessively developed. Her breasts were humongous, really impressive, incredible even, they were hard to describe, but if there was anything to say, it was that they took up the entire bandwith of my mind just to maintain focus when they were in my presence.

Even more so, they were nearly spilling out of the one piece slingshot bikini that the woman thought was appropriate to wear. Not just appropriate to wear in public, but appropriate at all! They were even entirely too spicy for bedroom wear! A young man's heart would explode upon sight of such a gorgeous lady wearing something so scandalous!

I would imagine even a young lady could be led astray by the sight of Mary Hunt, frolicking in the water like it was nothing. "Thank you very much," Lady Hunt said, striking a perfect bow. "Thank you very much for offering to chaperone for us. It's thanks to you that we can have this private retreat," she said, "so again, thank you!"

"No problem at all, Lady Hunt, it is all part of my duties, as long as my mistress and her friends are having fun," I said, allowing myself a small smile, closing my eyes so as to not see the fact that the angle of the bow and the pose had made sure that Mary's mammaries were pushed together at just the right angle to make them look even bigger.

I forced that knot that was forming in my throat down, and nodded when she giggled and departed.

Well then, at least I survived without making a fool of myself. Truly, my mistress' friends are entirely too much!

I sighed, deciding that I would cool off by pouring myself a glass, trying to ensure that this time I'd be able to actually drink it... but the moment I finished, I took too long to actually drink it, instead sparing a glance towards where the girls were frolicking.

And instead, I was met with the healthy, sunkissed skin of a girl who was as much of a commoner as myself. My fellow wielder of the light, Maria Campbell. It seemed like she'd chosen her swimwear either with the same idea or outright guided by the noble girls. I half remembered a conversation between Lady Hunt and Lady Ascart about buying impressive swimsuits for some reason...

Maria was, however, slightly more conservative than either of them. She wore a pink one piece with white designs that resembled flowers emerging from her right thigh, almost as if she was being submerged in them. It was cute, that much I could admit, but I certainly wished it didn't hug her skin like it did. It might've been a size too small for her, even.

Maria did not have the almost ethereal beauty of the slim and petite Lady Ascart, and she did not have the overwhelmingly powerful feminity and bodacious bod of Lady Hunt, but what she did have was the charm of a down to earth, common girl. Unlike the other two, her thighs and biceps actually had the markings of muscle to them.

She was the only one of them who could actually put on muscle, if she tried, even if she needed an intake of protein that was frankly staggering just to have her arms stop looking like noodles. I am informed that this is a byproduct of magic, it's why the boys haven't become musclebound hulks despite all the training I put them through.

Which meant Maria was putting in even more work than she even admitted to.

Still... She was caught somewhere in the middle, having blossomed into her body's shape, but it was really her face, forever warm, kind and inviting, that had caught the eye of many an admirer... if only they could see her as a droplet of lemonade rolled down her cheek, jaw and then to the valley between her breasts, only slightly revealed by the cut of her swimsuit.

I shook my head. "Please allow me to be the first to thank you for the sweets you prepared. Truly, your abilities eclipse mine, and my mistress loves your confections," I said, averting my gaze.

"I- ah, I apologize, I didn't mean to-"

"I truly am thankful, what is a glass of lemonade in the face of so much hard work?" I asked, idly, hoping to ensure that she wouldn't feel bad about taking the glass of lemonade that was meant for me. 

She looked doubtful for a moment, but then smiled. "Right! Please, don't hesitate to rely on me, if I can ever do anything for you!" she said, "especially-"

If it was for Katarina. Understood. My mistress is very charismatic, I am aware.

"Worry not. Instead, enjoy yourself," I said.

She nodded. "Thank you!" she said. She went running back to the girls. At some point they had begun hitting a ball back and forth towards each other. Naturally, it was no beach ball, but it was somewhat close, if considerably heavier. I guess in some ways it makes sense that if this is the sort of toy they play with, they'd be a bit more athletic than they seemed at first glance.

Well... at least, and at last, I can pour the final glass of lemonade, for myself... Everyone has had their fill, and my mistress has downed an entire pitcher of the extra sweet lemonade, therefore, I can give myself the privilege of drinking a glass...

Only to find that the moment I finished pouring it, my mistress, Katarina Claes herself, has taken it! And downed half of it in an instant!

I will not allow myself to get distracted by the radiant beauty before me, by the perfection that faced me, from the painted nails upon her toes, up to her perfect ankles, calves, knees, and her oh so squeezable and wonderful looking thighs, that scandalously small triangle of fabric attached to an even smaller triangle by strings, her trim, flat tummy, that adorable looking belly button, her wonderful breasts, covered only in navy blue and gold fabric that was straining to contain her, her deceptively soft skin, the lines and curves of her shoulders and neck and her jaw and that luscious pair of lips, that parted with a smack as she enjoyed her lemonade.

I wanted to, I really wanted to hold it in, but I couldn't. "Mistress..!" I said, disappointment and despair spilling from me.

"O-Oh- this was, oh, that was the last glass, I'm- I'm so sorry," she said, panicking visibly. "I- there's still a little?" she tried making a peace offering, thrusting the glass into my face.

At this point, I needed a drink quite badly, to cool off and cool down, and so I took it a little bit more harshly than I had intended to, and then immediately began drinking it.

"Oooh, sharing the glass, exactly where she drank it, that's an indirect kiss!" Sophia spoke.

A growl and gnashing of teeth came from Mary. "I should've thought of that..!"

Maria meanwhile, looked a little worried. "Is that alright..?"

My lady, my mistress, simply giggled and scratched the back of her neck. "Come on you guys, stop making a big deal out of something that silly!"

The lemonade tasted... much better than it should have, and I tried not to think about it.

"With how apologetic Lady Katarina looks, it's hard to tell who's the maid and who's the mistress here," Mary Hunt spoke, with good cheer and humor.

The others quickly joined in, and my lady had the good graces to at least look a little contrite. 

I'd have to make more lemonade later.