Lady Ann's Folly: Chapter One - Part One

A Dubious Decision

Of course what Lady Ann was planning was pure reckless idiocy.

But it was also incredibly enticing and certainly more erotic than anything else she’d experienced in her life as a woman. She didn’t know why it hadn’t occurred to her earlier.

She exited the grand front doorway of Griply Hall in her riding habit and descended the steps, making her way down toward the stable house for her morning horse ride. As she was travelling the following day to the home town of her fiancé, this might be her last chance to do it for a while and she didn’t want to miss her opportunity.

And it would give her a chance to consider her plan in more detail – possibly even get a glimpse of the object her of scheme: the irresistibly slutty barkeep’s daughter, Mavis.

Old Harry, the stable master, wasn’t around when she approached the building. Nobody was at first. Ann wondered if she might even need to retrieve and saddle Rosebud herself. But movement caught her eye and both Mavis and her dirty beau Burt, the stable hand, appeared, laughing.

They didn’t see Ann right away and she stood watching them.

Burt was wearing his usual threadbare shirt and trousers, his tatty waistcoat and flat cap. Mavis had on a full brown skirt and boots and a lascivious cream-coloured, short-sleeved top that showed off her chest, forearms and exposed shoulders. She giggled coyly, looking back at her brawny man and then gave him a dirty open-mouthed kiss, groping at his crotch. Burt laughed, returning the kiss with deep passion, gripping her tightly to him.

Ann didn’t remove her eyes but her face coloured and the dark region between her legs grew moist at the real – not imagined – possibility that it might soon be her revelling in such uninhibited passion.

The couple broke their clench and Burt caught sight of Ann waiting. He fumbled immediately, pushing Mavis away and glowing bright red.

“Beggin yer pardon m’lady,” he stammered. “I’m sorry to keep ye waitin.” He shambled towards her, straightening his clothes. “Can I fetch yer ‘orse out for ye?”

“Yes Burt,” snapped Ann in response. “Get in there immediately and have Rosebud saddled. I wish to take her out before lunch.”

Burt tipped his cap and scurried inside the broad front entrance to the stables, as eager and obsequious as ever he was when she was present. Ann looked after him, considering the role he used to play and marvelling as she always did at the mystical power of the pendant the former Ann had found at the riverbank just one short month ago. Could it really be true that she was once the bumbling stable hand and he the pampered lady? Even though she knew the truth of it, it remained difficult to believe.

Though it was that belief that was driving the wild and reckless desire that had dominated her thoughts since the previous evening.

She turned her attention to the object of her desire: Mavis, who hadn’t yet withdrawn, but who was glaring back at Lady Ann with undisguised enmity.

Mavis was as common as muck, the perfect mate to the ignorant clodhopper she’d spent the night fornicating with. She wasn’t beautiful... not as such; but she was a game girl and certainly sexy, with her full dark hair and fiery eyes; her harlot lips and prestigious bosem.

Lady Ann was no mirror for the slutty girl. She had hair the same shade of brown but her manner and clothes were perfectly composed, her prettiness was divine.

What would it feel like to wear those clothes? Have that shape? Be free to act with such bawdy abandon?

Ann was dying to find out.

Though surely she knew the recklessness of even considering it was bordering on madness. The original Lady Ann had attempted what she’d meant to be a short term swap and had ended up trapped in the body and life of a common Yorkshireman for the rest of her days; a servile idiot servant. If Ann took a similar risk then the same loss of control might surely be her fate.

If she didn’t learn from the former Lady Ann’s mistakes that was. And the new Ann was sure that she could.

To use the power of the enchanted pendant to trade places with this bawdy wench but just for a couple of hours; long enough to experience the splendour of passionate intercourse with that virile man in the stable house and no more.

Surely nothing could go wrong.

Looking at the slutty girl now; holding her obstinate gaze and returning it with a sneer of superiority; Ann realised that it wasn’t just that she wanted to do it.

She simply had to. There was nothing else for it!