Au Pair Girl

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The early morning air, lightly scented with apple blossom from the nearby orchards, wafted pleasantly through the open window. A mild spring breeze was blowing from the Surrey Downs and it caught the upper branches and leaves of an overhanging pear tree, making them slither softly at the pane The ripening foliage brushed and tapped against the glass, creating a rustling murmur in the room.

The girl stirred languidly, stretching herself reluctantly into wakefulness. As her arms lifted, the single pink sheet which covered her fell away from her breasts. The cool air played on the bare white globes, raising goose-pimples on the delicate skin.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking at the bright morning light which now flooded into the room. Her nipples felt itchy and large: the sudden change in temperature had caused them to harden instinctively and stiffen into a tight rosiness. The girl smiled to herself, her hands slipping over her breasts and giving them a brief but possessive fondling.

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