A Taste of Luxury

Chapter 28: A Taste of Luxury

There could not be a worse state of affairs reflected the doctor when he had awoken with a splitting headache that morning. Not only was Priscilla taken from him presumably as a **** to be sold or perhaps to be **** by the sailors but there was a strong possibility she would fall ill or drown. He had always been terrified of water and while it was one thing for him to collect it from a river, he worried that others might not show it the same respect. If Nathaniel had any journey to undergo, he made sure that a minimum of the liquid was crossed. He had not been terribly keen on being on the quayside of the pier yesterday but the immediacy of the situation temporarily overrode his sense of fear.

Francis had implored him to hire a ship and chase after them. The harbour master said that the best he could do was to send messages to other ports and let authorities do what they could but it was difficult without any proof. A further meeting withthe barman from the alehouse confirmed exactly who Priscilla and Frances had been with, although of course he left out the details of where precisely the maid had been – Francis knew but there was no need to damage her reputation with the doctor – and with no other leads, they decided their deepest fears were realised.

Abigail, meanwhile, was being bathed. Because of their proximity to the river the other doctor and his wife had abundant access to water, so their guest stood in all of her sultry nakedness in a tub in the kitchen, while the lady of the house poured warm water over her head.

“I’ve got a treat for you, which I hope will make you forget about your problems - a taste of luxury I obtained from a travelling salesman. They normally don’t come out to Westerdale but I guess he’d heard of the hospital.”

Abigail did not know what to expect. Having grown up with a twin she was used to being sponged by another female so she did not know this was unusual. As for the doctor’s wife, cleaning people had just become second nature for her. It was not sexual for the slightly elder woman, who had even had to wash men. Nevertheless the young girl was surprised when she detected the other woman’s hands on her breasts and even more so went she felt the rubbing.

“You are lucky to be so firm. I am not sure I was like that even before I had a child.” admired her hostess.

Abigail had seen the cute baby in the nursery, and wondered whether one could truly change the nature of her breasts. Then it hit her, “What’s that wonderful aroma?”

“You mean the smell? Special soap fresh from the orient he said. Cost me a pretty penny, but doesn’t it make you feel good?”

Abigail looked down at her hardening nipples covered in creamy foam and conceded that this was a great improvement on being rubbed with a damp rag. When you added that sight to the **** on her olfactory sense she almost felt it was becoming an erotic experience. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was a man’s hands touching her, caressing her buttocks and … “oh”.

“You must always clean down there. Cleanliness is next to Godliness and that part of the body needs to be most free of sin. ” advised her bather, who had been a nurse and did not regard any inch of skin as being off limits. Abigail was a clean girl and applied water to that area every morning as well as thoroughly washing it in the tub. Perhaps, she mused, she could have rubbed herself with the soap and then thought that might not be such a good idea in company. Despite the clinical intentions of the medical professional, the imaginative twin found herself aroused.

Nevertheless the feeling of the dripping of liquid off her as fingers rubbed at her slit deserved some more time spent fantasising as she even felt her anus tingle at the attention and later the thighs. More water was used to rinse her. She had never been so clean, nor so excited by another’s touch. As instructed Abigail stepped out of the tub still dripping and then encountered a second surprise.

“Look what else I bought?” and the fingerer displayed a decorated Turkish towel. “I bought them for the hospital, but I decided to keep this one. I know it’s pretty but you use it to rub yourself dry.”

Just then the child started crying so its mother left to feed it leaving the girl to herself. She greatly enjoyed the feel of the relatively soft material against her skin especially when drying her more intimate areas. “Is this how everyone else lives?” she pondered but the truth was all that had happened was an opportunist trader just happened to be on Whitby quayside when a Tunisian ship arrived a couple of days ago.

After the bath Abigail spent the rest of the day thinking about her sister, secretly hoping Priscilla had failed in her quest and would return full of tales. Then, maybe she could take her twin’s punishment.

Nathaniel arrived on Thunder late in the afternoon with the bad news that he had been unable to find her sister, although he would not elaborate on her fate. He took her back home but did comment on her exotic odour.