New Girl in Podash

Part 6

When morning arrived, she found herself alone in the big bed and a little sore. She barely remembered being taken by William at least twice more during the night, but the wetness and slight soreness were proof that her memories were accurate.

After a quick shower, followed by a quick look in the mirror at her haircut, she dressed in another extremely quiet outfit. At the breakfast table, she found Ophelia waiting for her.

“At last,” the other woman said quietly, but still loud enough to be heard. “As soon as you’ve eaten, we will depart for town.” She quickly gathered her papers, tucked them into a folder and stood. “I’ll meet you by the car in thirty minutes.”

Angie filled a plate with food and wondered why the other woman disliked her so much. She tried to be nice, or at least in her opinion she was. At least the girls liked her, she reasoned, eating slowly.

She kept a close eye on her watch, making sure that she exited the front door at precisely thirty minutes later.

Ophelia was tapping her foot impatiently at the side of the car. Once she saw Angie her chin tilted imperiously and she motioned for Kirk to open the door.

Angie ran down the steps and climbed in behind the other woman. As she flopped onto the seat, Ophelia slanted a cutting glance towards her. Angie took a deep breath. “Where are we going, Ophelia?”

The older woman folded her hands to rest in her lap. Slowly she turned just her head to look at Angie.

Suddenly Angie felt like she was six years old and Sister Margaret Mary was about to read her the riot act…again!

“Please address me as Miss Tollin or Miss Ophelia.”

Angie paused purposefully before she answered. “Okay, Miss Ophelia. You can call me Angie.”

“No. You will instruct others to call you Miss Angela. Now, as to today, Master William left some instructions that I will direct you on. First we will visit Miss Myra at her shop.” Ophelia turned to look out the window.

Angie guessed any chance for questions and answers was over. She settled back in her seat.

Inside the small store, Angie and Ophelia were greeted immediately. Myra smiled. “How lovely to see you again, MissOphelia. Miss Angela I have the items ready for you in the dressing room.”

Angie realized she was on her own as Myra turned and began speaking quite softly to the other woman. Making her way to the curtained area, she was once again amazed at how dated and out of the current style every single item appeared to be.

With curtain pulled shut, she looked at the so-called items. They were undergarments similarly to what she had on. With some trepidation, she removed her clothes.

She no sooner had the new long line girdle pulled up than the curtains opened wide to admit both Myra and Ophelia. Angie’s hands immediately flew up to cover her naked breasts. What was different about this girdle was it did not have an attached brassiere. Instead there were straps that came up and over her shoulders. These directly supported to demi cups, or ledges, jutting out from the front top of the garment.

“Very good,” Myra remarked calmly. “Now, bend over at the waist. Put your hands down, dear. There’s nothing there I haven’t seen hundreds of times before.” She started to laugh.

Ophelia joined in.

Angie blushed brightly, slowly moving her arms to her sides. Bending over, she was intently aware of her naked breasts hanging freely. A second later, Myra reached down and found each ledge with her hands. She gave a few twists, pulls and then yanked it firmly upwards until Angie gasped as it dug into her breasts.

“Straighten up now, Miss Angela.”

Obeying the command, Angie was immensely aware of the increased height and fullness of her breasts now. The girdle’s ledges shoved her boobs upwards and pushed them together.

“Now, you do that first and then you will possibly need the maid to assist you. Next,” Myra reached out and latched one hand around Angie’s right breast. She lifted it up even more. “Then you rearrange the tit flesh to accent it.” Myra shoved her breast inwards. “This makes the cleavage look deeper.” She then grabbed the other, encouraged the ledge higher, and then dropped her breast. “Like this to make them jiggly, which seems to be the preferred way.”

“Preferred?” Angie asked, wondering who had conducted the survey.

“Gentlemen, Miss Angela.” Both replied simultaneously.

“Very well. You can take that one off, and save it aside to wear home. We’ll try the others on to make sure you understand how they all fit.”

Three hours later, Angie knew how they fit; she just wasn’t sure why she needed so many undergarments. As they began to leave, Ophelia remarked that they still needed the gloves.

Myra went behind the counter and came out with a small box.

Angie thought it looked like the kind that usually held men’s handkerchiefs. In fact it contained two different objects.

Myra pulled out a pair of white, wrist-length gloves, complete with a pearl closure.

“You’ll wear a pair whenever you leave the house from now on, and especially you must have them on when you come into town every Wednesday,” Ophelia told her quickly.

“There are seven pairs in here and there are also the lace hankies.” Myra took one of the delicate handkerchiefs and tucked it into the cuff of the long-sleeved blouse Angie had on.

“Wednesday?” Angie asked, finally finishing the pearl closures.

“Of course, MissAngela. All the women in Podash attend the Wednesday noon garden club meeting and luncheon. It is required.” Ophelia told her.

“Yes, indeed. In fact, we’ve just finished in time for me to close up and get there myself. Goodbye, ladies!” Myra called out to them as she closed the door behind them.

“Garden club?” Angie asked as the two women stood on the sidewalk. “Every woman in town has a garden?”

Ophelia gave her a disgusted look and then turned away impatiently. “Don’t be ridiculous, Miss Angela. It is a social club and we do good works. Now, follow me. We’re walking to the lunch. Kirk will pick us up afterwards.”

Angie sat at a round table with five other women, all of whom had their hair done in varying patterns, but nearly every single one had short to super short hair. They were all younger women, or at least under forty, which for Podash passed for the “younger-set.”

She felt self-conscious even though the other women were all quite polite. All the talk centered on husbands first and children second, followed by cooking and housekeeping. Every single woman she quickly realized had been seated at a separate section of tables. Obviously she was regarded in the “taken” group.

They received a copy of a new recipe to take home and try.

Angie was relieved when they finally adjourned until the next week. The car ride home was quiet, with Ophelia busily making notes in her ever present executive looking ledger.

In her room, Angie found a dress had been laid out for her, along with under garments, which she put on hesitantly. When she finished, her breasts were pushed up and in on the two shelves of the girdle. Her dress was a filmy, thin affair that covered her from neck to her knees, fit loosely, but seemed to hide very little. She was relieved that there was a short waisted jacket to wear with it.

Dinner was a pleasant affair with just the four of them, William, the girls and herself. Afterwards they played a board game, which easily turned from light hearted to hilarious. When William said it was time for bed, the girls stood reluctantly. Each warmly hugged and pecked their father’s cheek. Angie was surprised when first Toni, and then her sister, stopped and lightly kissed her cheek as well. Blinking quickly to clear the tears from her eyes at the unexpected gesture of warmth and acceptance, she turned away only to find her gaze snagged by William. His smile let her know that he had seen the artless salutation as well.

Not sure what was to happen now, Angie turned to leave.

“Where are you going, Angela?” William asked her quietly.

“I thought it was time for bed.” She stopped and sat back on the loveseat she had shared moments earlier with Tina.

“For children, yes. You and I are adults, and we are going out.” William stood and moved over to the phone. “You have five minutes to powder your nose, or whatever you women always need to do to get ready to go out.”

Angie took quick advantage to use the bathroom, check her hair in the mirror and for the first time she realized that she didn’t make it a perfunctory, cursory glance. Instead, she took the time to fluff it, making sure it was straight, and quite full, showing the muffin shape to full effect. Adding lipstick, the only makeup she really had, she returned and found William in the front hall.

“Excellent timing, darling! Come along now,” he held his hand out to her and she hurried towards him.

This was rather exciting she realized with a start of surprise. Once they were in the limousine, William reached over and unbuttoned her jacket.

“You don’t need this any longer,” he explained his actions, his fingers acting swiftly. Within seconds he was easing it off her shoulders and down her arms. He carelessly tossed it aside. A moment later he flicked the overhead light on. “Aah, yes,” he murmured as his gaze moved over the mounded breasts easily visible under the see-through burgundy material. “We have about fifteen minutes until we get there,” he told her quietly.

Angie could feel her nipples tightening under his intent look. Within seconds, his hands lifted to pull her close. As she parted her lips, his mouth took hers in a passionate kiss. From there his lips slid down the side of her neck, kissing softly and then began sucking and licking over the tender skin. She gasped when he molded his hand to her left breast. With small squeezes, he titillated her flesh until she swelled within his grasp. Lightly he rubbed his fingers back and forth across her taut nipple. Angie shifted in his embrace, wanting him to treat her other nipple the same way.

William had no trouble sharing his touch.

His hands cupped and squeezed her tits. Over and over he massaged and squeezed, plumping her flesh for his enjoyment. He rubbed her taut nipples relentlessly.

“I love these hard nubbins. So sweet and taut. Do they hurt?”

Angie shook her head and then realized she needed to tell him “No, no. They feel more sensitive and they seem to always be hard.”

William chuckled. “Yes, that because the rings are in place and keeping them from sleeping completely. In a dress like this, it is easy to see how affected you are. I especially like the way you breasts are displayed. They are lovely.”

Angie felt strange, and aroused, hearing him talk about her body. She started to answer when one of his hands slid up her skirt.

William didn’t pause. Without error he moved his hand to the gap left by the crotch-less panty girdle. He immediately found her wetness, which Angie had grown increasingly aware through out dinner. Cupping her wet pussy, he smiled.

“Yes,” he drawled slowly. “I had a feeling you’d be ready. You feel so sexy. I’m having a hard time controlling myself. At least it won’t be for too long.” He continued to stroke and to pet her tender flesh as if she were a favored pet. He brought her to near orgasm twice, stopping within seconds of her release.

When the limousine stopped, he pulled her dress down, using his handkerchief to wipe off his hand. From there he escorted her inside a building, but she had no opportunity to see where they were.

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