“Good morning, Alice.” I replied without opening my eyes, her perfect, soothing voice had no discernible accent and spoke with perfect intonation.
“It is a beautiful morning. Should I draw the curtains?” Alice asked.
I opened my eyes then and replied,
“Yes please, Alice”
Almost silently the long velvet drapes swished apart revealing a brightly lit, lace covered window. I could not see out but I could tell that it was a cloudless, sunny morning.
“Did you sleep well, Anna.”
I smiled to myself as I replied:
“You know I did, Alice. You know everything about me.”
She didn't reply and I didn't expect her to.
“Your coffee is beside you, Anna.”
I looked to the side and saw the large, steaming cup on the table alongside me.
“Thank you.” I said, laying back in the huge comfortable bed. “You look after me well.”
“That is my purpose, Anna, to ensure your well being and comfort.”
Slowly, the top of the mattress began to rise beneath me, setting me into a comfortable sitting position so I could drink my coffee.
I took a sip.
“Mmm... just as I like it, as always.”
“May I wish you a Happy Birthday, Anna?”
“Aww, thank you, Alice.”
“Do wish your breakfast in bed today, Anna?”
“Yes, please, Alice. I think I would today as I don't have to work.”
“It will be ready as soon as you are, Anna.”
I had a feeling that this was going to be a wonderful day.
Whilst I had been speaking to Alice, the lighting had slowly been getting brighter and now it was at a comfortable level. The room was very modern and had all the comforts known to man but it was styled in the Victorian way, big windows with velvet drapes which looked out over a seemingly never ending lawn and although the sun was up and the sky a deep perfect blue without a single cloud, the ground was frosty as it was late autumn and most of the leaves were gone from the trees.
The en-suite bathroom was a different style all together. It was ultra modern. Lit with hidden lighting and an automatic shower. The mirror was only a mirror when commanded to be, merely by using a voice command. Everywhere there were sensors. For the taps, the shower, bath, hair dryer, I barely had to do a thing. As I walked into the bathroom it lit automatically. The shower started as soon as I stepped into the cubical and the door had hissed closed behind me. The water that flowed over me was the perfect temperature and contained soap so all I had to do was wash myself..
I lathered my self all over and, as I often did, dallied a little between my legs. The combination of the heat and water always made me feel incredibly sexy and I soon found my straining button, pulsing with desire.
“Rinse!” I said and the water began to run clean and wash away the suds.
I pressed and rolled my tiny bean, feeling the heat building up inside me, then I allowed my hand to cup my breast, squeezing and pulling gently on my engorged nipple. My breasts may have been small but I had the most intensely sensitive nipples and I had been known to cum from playing with those alone.
So, as my first orgasm of the day built up inside me I threw my head back, the hot water flowing over my face and down my chest.
Suddenly it burst over me, Like a tidal wave building up from the hot core of my pussy and spreading throughout my whole being, muscles contracting, twitching causing me to fall back, my shoulders against the tiles. My back arched and a low groan escaped my lips whilst my fingers pressed hard against my soft quivering lips. My other hand gripped my breast tightly.
I Stayed that way for a moment whilst the wonderful feeling subsided and I was able to regain my breath and stand upright again, allowing the still flowing water to wash away all my outpourings.
“Dry!” I commanded and the water stopped instantly and was replaced by a gentle vesper of warm air which took no time at all to evaporate the remaining water droplets completely.
The shower door slid aside as I stepped towards it and out onto the heated tiled floor.
“Mirror!” I commanded and the lighting around what appeared to be just a shiny wall panel dimmed and the 3D image that appeared in front of me was so clear it was like looking at another person standing there.
Today was my Forty-Fifth birthday and the image that I saw looked pretty good to me. My body was toned and my small breasts were still firm with long teats still pointing upwards. I had never had children so my tummy retained it's shape, flat and free of blemishes. My legs too were long and slim, though not thin and at the top I looked at my totally hairless vagina, still a little pink and pouting with my labia showing a little as I stood with my legs just slightly parted.
I gazed at it for a minute, sure that I could see the tip of my clitoris protruding ever to slightly from its sheath.
I turned then and my image turned also, a micro second later, as this was not a reflecting mirror but a large screen. The reflection being generated digitally from several hidden cameras, allowing me to look at my firm bottom. I took plenty of exercise and I was pleased to see that there was no sign yet of it beginning to sag.
I smiled wistfully. If only there were someone to appreciate me.
I kept my dark hair short, easier to manage and didn't get in the way of any equipment whilst I was working. I checked carefully for signs of grey hairs but, as yet, there were still none.
I brushed my teeth, something I preferred to do myself, then returned to my room, the bathroom plunged into darkness as soon as I left.
“Did you enjoy your shower, Anna?”
I smiled.
“Yes Alice, you know I did, you watch me all the time.”
Again, no reply was forthcoming.
Another door hissed open and although I was completely naked I made no effort to cover myself from the beautiful, almost black, almond shaped eyes of the gorgeous Indian woman who now entered, carrying a tray of breakfast items.
“Good Morning Anna.” she greeted me politely. “Your breakfast. Happy birthday”
“Good Morning, Isha.” I replied, “Thank you, that is very kind of you.”
Isha was a picture of perfection. Her eyes, deep, deep brown, twinkled as she spoke, although her exceptionally pretty face was generally expressionless. She was of average height, with the perfect figure. Not thin nor fat, just perfect.
She placed the tray on the small ornate desk at the side of the room and stepped back. She looked at me standing there, naked, unmoving.
Would you care for a massage, Anna?” Isha smiled and her eyes twinkled under the artificial light..
I still felt a little restless after my shower so I was glad of the offer.
“Alice, would you bring out the massage table please.”
“Certainly, Anna.” her soft voice replied and at that moment a door opened on the far side of the room and Isha went over and guided the trolley-like table to the centre of the room.
“What would you like, Anna?” Although Isha was obviously Indian she spoke with a perfect, accent free, voice.
“Surprise me,” I replied.
“As you wish, Anna.” came the gently reply, “Please lie upon the table on your back.”
As I lay there, staring up at the ceiling Alice spoke.
“Your time here has been kind to you Anna, you look ten years younger than you actually are.”
“Oh, Thank you so much, Alice.” I was surprised as Alice did not usually make comment outside of what was necessary for conversation.
“You are welcome, Anna.”
Isha stepped towards me, a bottle of oil in her hand which she placed on the table at my feet.
“Would you like me to be naked also, Anna.?” she asked, matter of factly.
“Yes, please, Isha, I would. Thank you.” I watched as she slowly unbuttoned her sari and slipped it off. She wore nothing beneath it and her body was as perfect as it possibly could be.
Her skin was totally free of blemishes, not a spot or scratch anywhere. I had been here ten years and she still looked exactly the same as she did the day I arrived.
She stood for a moment as I studied her. Her lightly tanned flesh and dark nipples were stunning and she had no body hair whatsoever.
She saw me looking at her but made no comment, she just walked to my side and poured a little of the oil on to my stomach and some into the palm of her hand.
For a moment she rubbed her hands together then placed them on my rib cage and began to massage my torso.