The brunette couldn't help but smile as she glanced at the time on the clock. It read "6:00".
"Ah she's going to be home very soon. I have to hurry."
She was preparing a feast fit for a king, or rather a dragon.
The girl quickly finished setting the table and went to take a shower.
While she was showering, she heard the door click open. The girl's heart raced, like it had always done when she heard that door click at directly 6:15 every day.
She hurried up the bath and dressed.
She slowly opened the bathroom door to see the love of her life lying on their couch.
"Welcome home Lady Elma, how was your day?"
The black haired programmer turned to face the brunette. "Tiring."
The younger girl just smiled and tilted her head.
"Would the Lady prefer to dine first or have a footbath?"
"Why can't I do both at the same time?" the programmer replied. She continued. "Just kidding. I ate some snacks on the way home so a footbath would be nice for now."
"I'll get right on it" the brunette replied.
"I told you already. I'm just a simple dragon. No need to treat me like I'm the Queen of England."
"You're my queen and you deserve to be treated that way" the younger girl replied.
"Well chop-chop" said Elma as she clapped her hands playfully.
"Sorry Ma'am. Give me a few minutes will you?"
She returned with a bucket of warm water and some other items for the footbath.
"Does the Lady wish me to give her feet a massage?"
"Yes please!"
The girl got down to it.
"GGRRRRR" The girls were interrupted by the roaring of the dragon lady's tummy.
Elma blushed.
"I think the Lady is ready for her dinner" the brunette commented in her usual soft-spoken voice.
Elma entered the dining area and began to drool. She beheld a feast fit for a king. To her surprise, the table was laden with all kinds of Asian cuisine.
"This…oh my god…Where do I start?" the dark haired woman said as she circled the dining table, her blue eyes piercing every dish.
"Anywhere you like, Miss Joui."
"I guess I can start from this end-No but that should be left for last."
"I think you should start from the left and work your way down from there."
"Go-good idea" replied an embarrassed Elma Joui. The girl had secretly adored her master's embarrassed look.
When both women had finished having dinner, the maid fanatic stood up to clear the table. Elma burped loudly, six times in a row. She continued sitting on the chair, completely lazy to get up.
As she watched her maid girlfriend take the dishes to the sink, she noticed the girl was wearing lace pantyhose along with the maid outfit she would usually wear.
"Someone's feeling naughty tonight" said Elma smugly. The other girl turned around but did not say anything in response.
Elma finally got up and approached her maid girlfriend from behind. The girl was happily washing the dishes and humming a classical tune which Elma was familiar with. She circled the girl's waist from behind.
"Georgie-san, what would I do without you?"
"La-Lady Elma, pl-please I-I'm not ready"
"Oh yes you are. Your lace-patterned pantyhose tells me so." In the wink of an eye the stronger woman spun the girl to face her, as she held her in her arms.
"Hm how should I reward my loyal and cute maid?" Elma said in a low tone.
Georgie Saikawa's body was on fire. Her entire body flushed and Elma could feel Georgie's warmth against her own skin.
The programmer began to loosen the buttons of the 17 year old's yellow Victorian-style maid outfit.
The elder Saikawa sister was still nervously trembling in her master's arms as she undressed her.
Elma brought her face closer to the girl's neck. "The lady does not wish that her maid be so tense around her, especially during such tender moments."
"I-I'm sorry Ma'am" the brunette whispered.
When the girl was only in her underwear, the older woman parted the soft brown bangs on her forehead.
"You're beautiful. But why are you still shy?" she told the girl, who was mostly innocent about such levels of intimacy. Elma on the other hand, had years of experience, possibly thousands of years!
She intertwined her right palm with the blushing brunette. "It's okay to be braver in front of me Georgie. This is only between the two of us, remember?"
"Sorry again, Ma'am" this time the girl's voice came out like a low moan.
"Why are you apologizing? I want you to do the same to me."
The girl understood and shakily unbuttoned the programmer's black blazer, which had white sugar stains on them.
When she reached the last button, she gently but nervously undressed her girlfriend- something which she had never done before in the 5 months, they had been together.
Her green eyes were drawn to the two large, wobbling spheres that bulged from Elma's open blazer and dangled, tantalizingly. The girl had to control herself from getting a nosebleed.
"Go ahead. Take off the rest" Elma said gently.
The moment Elma was in her bra and panties, she pushed Georgie's back to the kitchen counter and kissed her deeply. She was using so much force that Georgie had somehow ended up on top the counter. Elma climbed atop Georgie, like a lion to its prey.
"Now, about that reward"
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