The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Three.

He reached for a pair of black silk panties - they were so cool
and sensuous as he held them to his cheek. He thought of the
Countess wearing them, and sniffed at them for some scent of her.

He found he was getting uncontrollably excited, and had an
overwhelming desire to put them on, so that he could enjoy the
moment to the full. What could be the harm? She would not miss
them, she must have hundreds, and he could always slip them into
the dirty washing basket on the way out. Why not? Live
dangerously! He also thought he had plenty of time, so he slipped
his overalls off and the black silk on.

The shivers of anticipation were nothing to the excitement he now
felt. He could not resist the temptation to see how he looked in
them and searched the room for a full length mirror. He opened
the last of the many wardrobe doors and there he was, staring at
himself, in all his glory.

It was at this moment he heard the front door open and the voice
of the Countess giving instructions to her maid, as to where to
put the new clothes she had just bought. In a blind panic, he
grabbed his overalls and his tools and dived into the wardrobe,
pulling the door closed behind him.

Fortunately, it was fairly spacious and the door was slatted,
allowing plenty of air and a view of the room, but he was sure
his thumping heart would give him away, it sounded so loud to
him. Beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. He would never be
able to explain this; he would be humiliatingly dismissed from
his job. Why had he been so stupid - he should have known better
and controlled himself.

The maid came into the room and started to walk towards the
wardrobes. Oh no! She was going to hang the new clothes up. Not
in this one - please - not in this one. He held his breath, as
she opened the door next to him, and proceeded one by one to
unpack and store each garment.

It all seemed to take an eternity, until, at last, her task
complete, she closed the door and walked out of the bedroom. He
exhaled quietly and waited, hoping they would both go out again.
He dare not move and decided he had no other choice but to stay
where he was. He glanced wistfully at his watch, it was five
minutes past five.

The Countess came in next, slid her coat off and threw it
casually onto a chair. She walked purposefully over to the bed,
and studied the underclothes, then she walked over to the window
and opened it.

When she turned around she had an extremely satisfied look on her
face. A smile flickered around the corners of her mouth, as she
carefully examined her long painted nails. She then called her
maid and sat down at her dressing table to brush her hair. The
maid carefully folded all the underwear and placed it in a
drawer, then she helped her Mistress out of the blouse and skirt
she was wearing.

The Caretaker's breathing was becoming jerky again, as he spied
on the beautiful woman who had just stripped in front of him. She
stood there in nothing but her underclothes, black, silk and
lacy. Black seamed stockings and stiletto heeled black patent
leather shoes, were the icing on the cake.

He had to control himself if he ever expected to get out of this
mess undetected. His problem was that she, now more than ever,
reminded him of his fantasy lady, waiting for him in his
apartment.

The Countess was thoroughly enjoying the thought of her prey,
trapped in her wardrobe - everything was going exactly as
planned. She walked over to the bed, picked up the cane, and
began to stroke it lovingly, then, with a flick of the wrist, she
swished it through the air with a sudden thwack, that made the
Caretaker start.

She would leave him trapped and worried, while she enjoyed
herself. She motioned to her maid to bend over the dressing
table stool and proceeded to tell her off for all the jobs she
had neglected to do, all the while pacing around her and flexing
the cane.