Fergie



1.
The year 1986 had its share of disasters I remember.
It was the year the Challenger Space Shuttle blew up on take off .It was the year of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster.... a disaster that sent a plume of nuclear pollution right across Europe.
In 1986 .. people in the UK and America were becoming more and more aware of the aids epidemic... highlighted the previous year when the actor Rock Hudson died of the wasting disease.
As usual the world was beset by anxieties and fears.... war in the Middle East... the aids epidemic.... famine in Ethiopia. But through it all ... life went on ... as per usual.
Liverpool won the F.A. Cup.... India won the Lords cricket test and Martina Navratilova won the Ladies Wimbledon title.
Maybe life was nt so bad after all.....the Queen was on her throne..... Margaret Thatcher was in No 10 ..... and God was in his Heaven.


For me..... 1986 was made especially memorable as the year of the Royal Wedding... the year when Prince Andrew and Sarah Fergusson tied the knot... watched by 100s of millions of people all around the world.
The wedding... with its glitter, its show, its pomp and ceremony, was a welcome respite from a world which seemed so full of terrorism... violence and natural disasters.
I was aged 16 at the time and living at home in Reading. I thought that Fergie.... with her long red hair and ready smile... was the perfect bride and a welcome addition to the Royal Family.
Watching on television I loved the horses, the cavalry, the coaches. I loved the way everything built up to the moment when Sarah and her proud father walked up the aisle arm in arm... ...... while Andrew, her Prince Charming, waited at the altar .... looking so noble and handsome ...... dressed in his Naval Uniform.
Westminster Abbey was the perfect setting... the Royal Family all gathered there... the Queen.. the Duke of Edinburgh... Prince Charles... Lady Diana.


The whole nation watched as Andrew and Sarah said ..." I do ..."exchanged rings ....... and became man and wife.Then the coach-ride back to the Palace.... the streets lined with thousands of well-wishers cheering the happy couple on their way.


Of course ... there were girls at school who sneered at the whole Royalty thing.... and made snide comments. But I wonder how many of them..... like me.... secretly dreamed of a Royal Wedding ! I wonder how many imagined themselves in Fergies place..... wearing that glamourous wedding dress.... riding in the Golden Coach..... being feted and admired by the whole nation.
On that happy day in July 1986 it was as if someone had waved a magic wand and turned London into a gigantic fairy-tale city.... with everyone in costume.... and everyone playing their part.
It was a glorious day.... one I will always remember !





2.
Of course in the weeks and months that followed there were endless news reports about the vivacious Fergie and her handsome Prince. There was a romantic honey-moon on board the Royal Yacht ..... there was the Royal Tour of Canada........... the press and TV just could n't get enough of this sassy Royal red-head.
The average daily fare of news bulletins is an endless catalogue of violence and disasters so a Royal story of either Diana or Fergie ... came as a welcome relief. It might be Fergie opening a garden fete, looking glamorous in a green dress... smiling at the assembled crowds..... already she was the nation's favourite Royal.
At that time "Diana mania" was on the wane.... we knew she was unhappy in her marriage and things were not quite right between her and Prince Charles. In fact Diana often appeared strained and unhappy.... while Fergie was vivacious and smiling... the life and soul of the Royal Party.
Fergie seemed like the ideal woman..... the ideal Royal wife. The whole country was in love with her , she revelled in her Royal Duties and had an easy rapport with people.She was so glamorous in the designer dresses with her long red hair, her voluptuous figure and those sexy Royal legs. The paparazzi worshiped at her feet... they put her picture in every newspaper and magazine. There could be no doubt about it.... in 1986 the country was in the grip of Fergiemania !

In August 1988 her daughter Beatrice was born, then in March 1990 a second daughter... Eugenie... was born by caesarean section.
In the months that followed it was lovely to see the photos of Fergie with her two daughters. She had been the perfect bride..... now she was the perfect loving mother ,I was so happy for her.

The British Royal Family had lived for so long in a world that was ultra-traditional....a world where things never seemed to change. Suddenly in the 1980s they found their refined and hierarchical world invaded by two glamorous and vivacious women.... Fergie and Diana.
These two young women had style and charisma and an easy rapport with the British public. The " Old Guard " at the Palace did n't know quite what to make of them.Fergie and Diana had became the darlings of the media and paparazzi, so much so that between them they were taking all the limelight away from the traditional Royals. They were making the Windsor’s... Anne ... Charles... Phillip..... even the Queen.... appear staid and boringly conventional.

To be continued......

 

3.
In October 1990 Sarah and Andrew moved into Sunninghill Park.... a spacious mansion built specially for the young couple... with a walled garden... tennis courts.... swimming pool and 5 acres of woodland. It was around that time that I put pen to paper and wrote to Fergie telling her how much I admired her. I also mentioned.... in passing.... that I was a qualified secretary and if ever there was a vacancy at Sunninghill Park, could I please be considered.
In due course I received a polite reply from a member of Sarah's staff informing me that the Duchess would bear me in mind for any future vacancy. I know it was a foolish whim...... a schoolgirl dream that could never come true.

I forgot all about my letter until April 1991 when an official looking white envelope fell through the letter box at home in Reading. The title on the neatly typed letter was 'HRH The Duchess of York, Sunninghill Park. As I read the letter my heart skipped a beat.
It informed me that there was a secretarial position vacant and if I was still interested in joining the Duchess of York's staff... would I telephone this No. and arrange for an interview.
I was immediately seized with panic. The thought of meeting the Duchess made me paralysed with fear and turned my knees to jelly. How could I.... Jean Siddons..... a 21 year old girl from a humble semi in Reading...... presume to go and work in a Royal Mansion for the Duchess of York..... one of the most famous and glamorous women in the world ?
Suddenly I felt very small and insignificant. Surely the Duchess and her Prince surrounded themselves with staff of a higher calibre..... young women with posh accents ....... educated in private, fee paying schools .
They could n't possibly consider little me, educated at a plain old secondary school in Reading and a local secretarial college.

I spent the whole weekend feeling very small and inferior convincing myself that it was all out of the question..... yet something was willing me to make that phone call and arrange an interview. Some little voice... deep down inside.... was telling me that I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Of course... in the end... I plucked up courage, made the telephone call and arranged an interview.
Everything went well and the charming, middle-aged lady who interviewed me, informed me that my CV looked suitable and that it would be presented to the Duchess in due course. She told me that there were several people being considered for the position but she thought I was in with a good chance. This last comment cheered me up ..... but there was nothing more I could do... I would just have to wait.

The Duchess did n't keep me waiting long .... it was the very next evening in fact when I received a phone call at home... formally inviting to join the Duchess of York’s staff in the position of private secretary. The position would entail ..... dress allowance.... travel expenses... and my own office inside the Royal Residence. My dream had come true..... I was to go and work for the Duchess of York..... a lady I had loved and admired for so long.
I put the phone down and collapsed on the couch beside my younger sister Kate.
She was so happy for me...... mum was over the moon.... Katie kissed and hugged me, mum kissed me.... we were all so exited !



4.
On the first Monday of May 1991 I began work at Sunninghill Park. On that first day everything went very smoothly, my duties and responsibilities were outlined to me.... I was even given a little tour of the Royal Mansion. It was all really quite pleasant and civilized.
I had been building myself up to meet the Duchess face to face....but of course.... she was n't there... she was away on 'Royal Duties.'
"You r'e sure to meet the Duchess before the end of the week..." Simon... her butler informed me with a friendly wink.
During that first week I met most of the staff at Sunninghill... which consisted of ... cook.... butler.... housemaids.... hairdresser.... chauffeur.... personal assistants... gardeners... and various security officers. Sunninghill was built with security in mind..... there was 24 hour surveillance.... it was a Royal Residence after all !
Thinking back, I suppose that I was being vetted during that first week.... I think they were all seeing if I would.... ... "fit in."
I must have met with some approval because on Thursday I was introduced to Beatrice and Eugenie. Alison ... their nanny.... brought them into my office, it was a wonderful surprise.
Beatrice was nearly 3 years old at the time ... with lovely red hair...... she stared at me with those big blue eyes, Eugenie was only 14 months and still a babe in arms.
Alison let me hold Eugenie for a few magic moments. It was so special..... these were the grandchildren of the Queen of England after all ! I felt very privileged. I knelt down on the carpet and extended my hand to Beatrice. She came forward and took my hand for a moment..... smiled .... then ran back to Alison and put her arms round her nanny's waist.
She was shy... and after all.... I was a stranger. Alison stayed and chatted for a while... with Eugenie in her arms and Beatrice at her side. Beatrice stared at me.... wide eyed...... all through my conversation with her nanny. At last they left my office and walked back along the corridors to their living quarters that look out across the fountain and gardens.

You can imagine at home in Reading, how fascinated my mother and sister were with my daily reports from Sunninghill........ how eagerly they listened and hung onto my every word.
The account of my meeting with the Royal Grandchildren was the highlight of their week.... Kate was amazed... my mother was agog !
For me..... it was all in a days work.

to be continued .....

 

Great beginning,. Looking forward to reading more chapters of this

 

5.
11 o clock Friday morning found me in my office typing out an extraordinary number of invitations to a garden party that was to be held in the summer. I was engrossed in my task when I heard a tap on the door. "Come.... " I shouted.... the door opened and in walked the Duchess of York !
I immediately stood up at my desk as Her Royal Highness crossed the room extending a Royal hand to me. I took her hand and performed my very first Royal curtsy.... bowing my head at the same time.The Duchesse's handshake was firm ..... she came up close... smiling at me with those big baby blue eyes. She even put her hand on my shoulder at one point as we spoke together .
She seemed so friendly and informal... she put me at my ease , right from our very first meeting . All my nerves and tensions were forgotten in a moment.
Soon she was sitting opposite me across my desk and chatting away..... so informally.She asked about my family, my sister Kate, my mother Helen...... about my home and the town of Reading where I was born.
It was quite remarkable how quickly we were on a girl to girl level..... like two old school friends..... the Duchess aged 30 and little me aged 21. She looked quite lovely sitting there in her green suit with a yellow silk blouse and silver brooch at the neck........ her lovely red hair tied up at the back. She was obviously ready to go to a formal dinner or function of some kind.
Eventually the conversation turned to my duties and life generally in the Royal Household.
" I do so hope you ll be happy here...." said the Duchess...... " I try to keep everything friendly and informal" she said, smiling at me ......"not like the other place...." she smiled conspiratorally.
I was a bit nonplussed.... I smiled back.... my mind immediately thought of Buckingham Palace... but I did n't dare speak. Those big blue eyes smiled at me.... she seemed amused at my consternation.

At that first meeting the Duchess set a pattern of friendliness and informality..... and these were really the keywords of her Royal life. She was famous and Royal.... but she did n't want people to be in awe of her or inhibited in her presence. Naturally she expected me to be deferential and follow Royal Protocol in public or in front of other members of staff.... but whenever we were alone together .... one to one.... we became like girlfriends having a cosy chat .

As you can imagine.... back in Reading.... my Royal Bulletin that Friday evening was listened to with wide eyes and open mouths. I told Kate and my mother about my meeting with the Duchess...and our cosy chat together. I tried to be cool and oh so casual as I described my Royal Encounter.
I could see they were engrossed..... so eager for every tid bit of Royal Gossip.





6.
I settled into my life at Sunninghill Park, the work was varied and it was a lot of fun getting to know the other members of staff. I was the youngest member and everyone seemed especially kind and friendly towards me. We were all servants of the Duchess..... it was an ' Upstairs Downstairs ' world..... more reminiscent of the Victorian age than the last decade of the 20th century. Sunninghill was now a proud part of the British Monarchy.... a Monarchy that had survived the Civil War, Cromwell and a thousand years of history.
Across the channel, the mighty French Monarchy perished under the bloody blade of the guillotine..... while the British Monarchy avoided civil unrest , survived the vaunting ambitions of Napoleon and sailed on to flourish in the 19th century and the Victorian Age.
During the 20th century the Monarchy somehow survived two world wars and an abdication crisis. Now in the 1980s and 1990s two new chapters were being written.... one entitled Diana the other Sarah. How long these chapters would be.....just how their contents would influence the final plot.... was still yet to be determined.

Diana and Sarah were both attractive , feisty women who had given birth to the next generation of Royal Children. They were endlessly pursued by the paparazzi..... they were perhaps the most photographed women on the planet. What is so special about the British Monarchy that it creates such interest in the rest of the world ? The British Empire is no more.... we are just a small island on the edge of Europe..... a humble member state of the E.E.C. Why should there be such fascination and media interest in the Windsor’s and their comings and goings ?

Of course I was just one of those fascinated millions.... I was intrigued by Diana and Fergie. I avidly read every newspaper article and treasured every picture in the glossy magazines. Meeting and chatting with Fergie 2 or 3 times a week did n't make me any less of a fan...... if anything I was even more of a Royal groupie !



7.
It was on Thursday the 21 June when the Duchess entered my office for a chat.
She was dressed casually in blue slacks and an ice blue tee shirt.... her hair tied in a pony tail. She sat opposite me and rested her hands on the desk. We chatted for 10 minutes or so. I remember looking at the tee shirt and seeing her nipples outlined through the thin cotton material. She looked so sexy and feminine..... I thought of Andrew and how he was so often away on duty. I wondered ........ how could he leave this sexy woman alone for so long ?
I knew she missed her handsome Prince and was often lonely.
The Navy was his career and an absent husband is the lot of all Navy wives.... there was really no solution to Fergie's dilemma. As she left my office she stopped at the door and said...
"Oh.... by the way Jean.... you v'e worked well in the past few weeks since you joined my staff.... and you re fitting in with everybody."
She paused for a moment and watched my reaction.
I smiled shyly.... "thank you Ma'am..." I said.
Fergie leaned on the door frame.... "I d like to give you a treat......... tomorrow..." she continued..... "bring your bathing costume ."
She could see the look of surprise on my face but she did n't explain herself...... her eyes widened....she pointed at me with her finger... "Don t forget.. " she shouted as she left my office closing the door behind her.
How could I forget..... I was intrigued.

The following day.... Friday.... was sunny and hot . I discovered that Fergie's treat was an afternoon spent by the pool to enjoy the wonderful June sunshine and quaff the odd glass of champagne. This was a treat in itself but what the Duchess kept secret from me was that she was also entertaining a very special guest that hot June afternoon..... none other than Diana ... the Princess of Wales.

At 2 o clock I changed into my blue .. one piece bathing costume.... walked through the house and out into the garden. I could hear laughter and loud voices... Fergie was standing by the pool wearing a red bikini. She called my name and waved at me to come over.
" I want to introduce you to somebody...." she said .. smiling at me. There... on a sun lounger by the pool was Lady Diana. She was wearing a leopard print... one piece bathing costume. I did n't have time to think... I walked over in my blue bathing costume and blue slip ons. Diana got up from her sun lounger and took off her sunglasses. We shook hands and once more I practiced my Royal Curtsy. I was getting quite proficient at this manoeuvre by now.
Diana smiled that wonderful smile of hers. She was tall.... and oh so slim.... she looked incredible standing there by the poolside..... her short blonde hair.... her blue eyes ..... her film star looks.

There was a glass of champagne on a silver tray waiting for me by my sun lounger. As I sat down and lay back on my lounger Fergie stood over me hands on hips.
"I thought we could all have a dip later on ..." she said... " are you game ? "
" Yes " I said smiling.
I looked at Fergie standing there in her red bikini. I noticed she had freckles on her body.... I could see them on her shoulders and arms. She looked like some wild woman standing there..... red hair falling loose on her shoulders and down her back. So many times I had seen her dressed formally in a smart suit or party dress on her way to an official engagement or dinner. Here she was..... standing before me in a bikini.... hands on hips.... she just could n't have been more relaxed or informal. She gave me a completely new impression of her.... someone who is very earthy and physical.... more like a rough and ready farmer's wife than a Royal Princess.

I looked at her lovely breasts.... quite voluptuous after her recent confinement with Eugenie. Yes she had a bit of a tummy... a bit of puppy fat that the tabloids were endlessly highlighting.... but she was still a young ... sensual woman.... with a shapely figure and slim sexy legs. I lay there at the poolside in the hot sunshine and found myself chatting to Lady Di. Like Fergie she had the knack of putting people at their ease. We talked about swimming.... we talked about tennis.... Wimbledon Fortnight was n't far away.

She stretched out on her sun lounger in her leopard print bathing costume.... she had a figure to die for.... long slim legs .... a slim waist and pert... Royal breasts. She reminded me so much of the 1950s Film actress... Sylvia Simms..... the same short blond hair.... the same cool good looks.

The sun was hot... shining down from a clear blue sky.
Diana lay back on her lounger... I got the impression that she was... like me.... a sun worshiper. I love to lie in the sun and get a tan.... I love it even more with a glass of champers at my side ! Diana ....I discovered...... also loves to chat and we lay there talking away like old school friends.

Fergie walked around the pool and gazed out across the flowerbeds and the ornamental fountain. She sat on the poolside and dipped her feet into the water.
Sunninghill is a Royal Paradise... private and secure. It was Fergie's first home of her own..... her very own Royal Mansion on the edge of Windsor Great Park.

 

8.
In June of 1991 it seemed that Fergie and Diana had it all.. they had married the two most eligible bachelors in the kingdom and they were now part of the Royal Family. They lived in Palatial surroundings with every luxury and servants at their beck and call. Surely they must be happy and content with their lot ? The sad truth was that both marriages were in crisis..... Charles and Diana were virtually living separate lives... only appearing together at official functions ..... putting on a show for the cameras.
Alas Fergie and Andrew had also become estranged... they argued and rowed whenever they were together... even in front of the staff.
Sadly ....all was not well with the next generation of Royals.
The Queen was only too aware of these sad matters and it must all have been deeply distressing to her. Princess Anne’s marriage had floundered.... now Charles and Andrews marriages were going the same way.
Fergie and Diana shared the bond of being in similar situations. They both wanted to divorce and start again. Fergie knew that she did n't have the tact and diplomacy for Royal Life..... she had just waltzed in without thinking of the consequences.
Diana had married a man a generation older than herself... a man who was in his early 30s when she was still a teenager..... they had very little in common. She was a townie.... she loved shopping... she loved the excitement of London... the clubs..... the restaurants... the social whirl.....
Charles on the other hand was a countryman..... horse riding.... foxhunting and country pursuits were close to his heart. He loved the wild hills and heath land of Balmoral and the quiet country life of his Royal Manor at Highgrove.
It was a sad tale of Diana the town mouse and Charles the country mouse.
Of course our conversation that hot June afternoon did n't broach upon these matters.
At that time there was endless rumour and speculation in the press about both marriages.
For my part I felt sad at the thought of their marriages coming to an end.... especially as both marriages had been such spectacular events on TV in Britain and around the world.






9.
I watched as Fergie stood at the edge of the pool. She raised her arms and dived in. She swam up and down the full length of the pool swimming breast stroke.
"Come on you two wimps... are n't you coming in......?" she shouted to me and Diana lying prostrate on our sun loungers.
"I don t want to get my hair wet..." Diana lamely replied .
Seconds later Fergie climbed up the steps and came walking over to us leaving wet footprints behind on the hot paving stones.
" I know what’s coming now.... " said Diana to me as Fergie came and stood in front of us.
She then proceeded to lean over us and shake her head too and fro..... her long red hair showering us with water from the pool. I stood up and tried to escape the drenching but Fergie ran after me..... grabbed me and lifted me off the ground. With one arm under my back... the other under my knees.... she carried me to the pool and threw me in !
It was quite a shock to be manhandled in such a fashion.

Next she dragged Diana to the edge of the pool... Diana half screaming ... half giggling...
they struggled on the edge then overbalanced and fell together into the cool refreshing water. Diana was a good swimmer... she escaped up the pool leaving me with Fergie who delighted in putting her hands on my shoulders and ducking me under the water. I struggled with her in a kind of underwater wrestling match.... I could n't compete.... she was much stronger than me. I tried to escape by swimming away.... but she got hold of my ankles and dragged me back. I was shouting and giggling and drowning.... all at the same time !
Diana eventually returned to the fray and between us we managed to manhandle Fergie and subdue her aggression. I had my arms round her waist and Diana had hold of Fergie's arms.
" Do you surrender ? " asked Diana.
"Never .... " shouted Fergie defiantly.... so we ducked her under.
After the 3rd ducking Fergie relented... " Yes I surrender... " she gasped.... she was defeated at last!

We had a wild half hour in the pool.... it was a lot of fun and very physical. It broke down any inhibitions there might have been between us. There was so much touching... my hand must have brushed Fergie's boobs 9 or 10 times.... even her crotch.
Fergie seemed to love all this physical activity. She seemed to be paying me special attention...at one point she even pulled down my top exposing my boobs ! The thought occurred to me.... does she think of me in a sexual way ? For my part .. I certainly fancied her that way.... Seeing her in her bikini..... her long red hair reaching her ample bosom....... her wide... feminine hips..... her slim sexy legs..... I was so turned on ! I was 10 years younger than Fergie.... with auburn hair... a trim figure and ... though I say it myself... well endowed. I just felt there was a sexual tension in the air.... it almost felt that Fergie was coming on to me..... it was an exiting feeling ......it made me feel very special.






10.
You can imagine that evening back at home in Reading.... my little sister Kate snuggling up to me on the couch and mum in her easy chair by the window. They could hardly believe my watery escapades with Diana and my underwater wrestling match with Fergie. Emmerdale Farm and Coronation Street were nothing at all compared with my Royal Adventures ! My mother was a little shocked at all the ....."goings on "...... she had only seen Fergie and Diana on TV..... looking demure and dignified at various dinners.... official events and State Occasions. She did n't realize that they are just normal young women who like to let their hair down from time to time and go a bit wild.

The following Monday morning the Duchess came into my office for a chat..
She discussed plans she had for the rest of June and July. She discussed the amount of time I spent traveling between my home in Reading and my work in Sunninghill. I had to confess that when the traffic was bad I was spending as much as 3 hours a day on the road... sometimes more. Fergie suggested that I could become one of the ... "live in " staff and just go home at weekends. I had seen the staff accommodation.... it was up to hotel standard.... I was certainly tempted..... in the end I decided to give it a try. Fergie seemed especially pleased with my decision.... she smiled broadly....
"You ll be living above the shop...." she said..... " just like me ! "


During my first week of ... "living in " .... it felt strange to leave my office.... walk along the corridor and enter my room.... where I d spend the night. It was like being in a hotel. One advantage was that it gave me so much time to myself.... time to write my diary..... read a novel..... or.... if the evening was fine.... walk out into the woodland greenery of Windsor Great Park.

On Thursday evening I was sitting in my Royal Apartment brushing my hair in the mirror. I looked at myself... my fine auburn hair.... my brown eyes and pale complexion.... I was still young and good looking. I wondered how long I would remain on Fergie's staff. The job was exiting... I was meeting interesting people every week... I was happy and stimulated. I put the brush down on the dresser and looked around my plush apartment....... yes ... things could be a lot worse ... I said to myself. I entered the lounge and relaxed into the easy chair by the hearth. I was feeling quite content and pleased with myself. I picked up a magazine from the coffee table and began to read.

Just at that moment there was a knock on the door. I opened the door ...... the Duchess was standing there.... I was quite surprised.
"A little welcoming party.... " she said.... smiling at me and holding up a bottle of Chateau de Rothschilde 1952. She entered my humble abode and sat down on the couch as I proceeded to find two glasses and a corkscrew. I tried to appear calm as I set out the glasses and opened the bottle of wine. Fergie sat back on the couch ... smiling at me and quite amused at my surprise and nervousness. She looked so lovely sitting there wearing an open neck blouse... a pale blue cardigan and a stylish black skirt. She wore her hair long.... it fell on her shoulders... so beautifully combed and neat.

I think at that time the Duchess was lonely and frustrated. Andrew had been due to fly home for the weekend but there were naval manoeuvres and his leave had been cancelled. All of Fergie's plans for the weekend had gone out of the window. I felt quite flattered that she had come to see me..... perhaps to relieve her loneliness and frustration. I was the newest.... youngest member of staff and maybe she felt more at ease and relaxed with me than with some of the older... more familiar staff. She wanted to talk.... does n't every woman ?
She sat quite close to me on the couch. I could smell her sweet perfume and enjoy that intimate feeling of being so close together.
She' s a very physical ... touchy... feely... woman . Quite often during our conversation she grabbed my arm or touched my shoulder as she told me one of her adventures on a Royal Trip or during helicopter training. Fergie was a lot of fun... her stories and anecdotes were so amusing and sometimes quite naughty ! The Chateau de Rothschilde was making us giggle and perhaps Fergie was becoming a little too familiar and indiscreet with a junior member of her staff.

The conversation turned to breasts and how Diana envied Fergie's more womanly boobs.
" I ve got one up on Blondie in that department...... " grinned Fergie... inhaling and showing off her lovely bosom outlined beneath her thin woollen cardigan.
"But you Jean.... " continued Fergie.... looking at my boobs........ " you have us both beaten.... those are lovely breasts...."
I was wearing a thin summer tee-shirt.... my nipples were showing through the thin cotton material. Fergie put her hand on my breast. A shiver went through my body at her touch.
There was silence in the room. She did nt take her hand away..... our eyes met.... Fergie was smiling. She was so bold and direct.... her big blue eyes seemed to look right into me. She leaned towards me and we kissed..... oh heaven !






I d sensed a sexual vibration in the air.... ever since that afternoon in the pool when Fergie showed me such special attention. Here she was making a play for me and making public her emotions and desires. I responded as she knew I would. We kissed ..... I lay back on the couch and let her fondle my breasts. I felt her hand go up inside my tee-shirt... I was n't wearing a bra so she could fondle my breasts and squeeze my nipples. It felt so good kissing Fergie and letting her have her way with me. I just lay back with my hands at my side.... I was just letting things happen. It was a wonderful feeling of relaxation... yet also of excitement at the thought of what lay ahead. I felt her hand go down to my crotch. I was wearing a thin pair of cotton slacks elasticated at the waist. Fergie put her hand down the front and pressed me through my knickers. Oh sweet ecstasy !

As we kissed I put my hand up and felt her hair.... it felt like silk.... I touched her cheek.
With my laid back attitude Fergie thought I was being shy and deferential.... she took my hand and put it on her breast. It was a charming gesture... I put my hand inside her cardigan and felt her soft womanly breasts. I could feel her bra and it gave me an extra thrill knowing that before the evening was over I would take off that bra and suckle her naked breasts.... I could n't wait !

There was a wide lambs wool rug in front of the hearth.... Fergie led me over there and I lay down submissively. She knelt beside me and took off her blue cardigan and her blouse till she was dressed only in a black bra and black skirt. She unzipped the skirt... lifted it over her head and threw it onto the carpet. She looked incredible.... long red hair on her shoulders.... her womanly boobs.... her black bra. She unhooked the bra and threw that off too.
Her boobs were lovely ... her nipples so big and red. She appeared to me like some earth mother.... I just wanted to bury my face in those lovely breasts.

I took off my tee-shirt and lay down on the lambs wool rug. Fergie smiled wickedly as she leaned over me and lowered her boobs onto my face. I took one of the dugs in my mouth... oh heaven ! Fergie had her hands on the rug each side of my head as I gently suckled her breasts. She was in no hurry... she savoured every moment..... that warm intimate feeling that only a woman can fully experience. We were two women giving pleasure to each other in a most intimate way.... yes she was a Royal Duchess.... but at that moment all was forgotten.... we were just two women naked together... loving each other.

As I suckled her breast I felt her hand go down inside my knickers. Her other hand went under my neck as she pressed me gently to her breast. I put my arms round her waist and rubbed my hands up and down her back. The wine was taking its effect on us both... we had lost all inhibitions. Fergie lay beside me on the rug and looked into my eyes.
She smiled and put her hand on my naked breast. "
This is so naughty".....she said....... " but nice... " . I smiled back at her... we kissed.... it was the warmest feeling... our breasts pressing together.... our sweet kisses.... her tongue in my mouth. I pulled my cotton slacks down and took them off.
We embraced and kissed.... I pressed my crotch against hers. As we kissed I felt her long red hair falling over my face... I was in heaven !


To be continued

 

11.
If she was lonely and coming to me for comfort.... that was fine. If she was an older woman taking advantage of a young girl... only just out of her teens.... then that was fine also.
I wanted Fergie to take advantage of me.... to suck my nipples.... to put her hand down my panties.... to feel all of my feminine charms ! We just lay there on the rug in each others arms.... kissing long passionate kisses.... the television playing softly in the background.
It was so erotic.... Fergie fondling my bare 36" breasts and squeezing my nipples. I was so exited about what was to come... I knew we would end up in bed together... I knew I would get Fergie out of her knickers and ........ naked as God intended.
As we kissed I put my hand down to her crotch. I pressed her through the thin knicker material. Fergie lay back and sighed..... she opened her legs. I lay above her and sucked her lovely breasts. I looked at her lying on the lambs wool rug.... her long red hair spread all around.... her breasts with those big red nipples now erect and so inviting.
I put my hand down her panties. She closed her eyes and sighed as my fingers found her clit. She opened her legs wider as my finger entered her honey pot.
"Jean ... Jean.... " she sighed as she leaned up and kissed me... taking my head in her hands.
She fell back down onto the rug as I pulled her knickers down to her ankles. She kicked the knickers out across the carpet. I lay between her legs with a hand on each thigh and looked at her red bush..... at the fine silky red hair. I knew that her father s pet name for Fergie was GB which is short for Ginger Bush........ here was that lovely Ginger Bush before me.....
I breathed in the sweet musky scent and put my face in the fine silky hairs. Fergie brought her knees up and opened her legs wide as my tongue licked her clit.
I felt her hand on the back of my head gently pressing me to her...... I was driving her wild.
It was so sexy..... her smooth thighs in my hands ........ my tongue in her honey pot !

I could tell that Fergie was a sexy and sensual woman.... she responded to my every touch.
She was a very physical ..... even in conversations she would touch and hug people. I think it was that intimacy that the TV audiences responded to in the early days. She was attractive and spontaneous... with her long red hair and a warm smile. Diana was popular in the early 80s after her marriage to Charles....... the public loved her for her youth and innocence.... she was a Fairy Princess ! The lovely Fergie came along and dazzled us all...... Diana was yesterday's news and almost ignored as the press and TV focused on this vivacious redhead.
By June of 1991 however .... Fergie was under increasing public disdain for her incessant holiday trips abroad and the apparent neglect of her children. I was unaware of just how far things had gone and how close Fergie was to giving up Royal Life altogether.



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We stood on the carpet.... both completely naked. Fergie leant over and kissed my breasts. I looked at our reflection in the large mirror above the mantelshelf.... Fergie sucking my breasts.... my hand on her shoulders. She seemed to take delight in my young... voluptuous breasts...... "you r'e so sweet.... " she said..... kissing them and biting my nipples. We were both naked and so relaxed.... I put my hand on her waist then onto her bush. Suddenly she reached down and picked me up.... just like she did by the pool a few days before. She carried me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. She stood over me grinning at my shock ond confusion...... I felt like her prize.... her possession !

It was n't long before we snuggled down in the sheets together in a warm feminine embrace.... our breasts touching.... our legs intertwining. The night was still young and this was our first night of love. It was such an exquisite pleasure to lie there beneath the sheets anticipating the joys our love making would bring.... through the night and into the early hours.
There was no rush or hurry with Fergie... she was so loving and considerate.... so full of fun,
there were just long hours of pleasure to savour and enjoy.

It was past 2 am when Fergie finally left my bed and returned to her own apartments.
She departed with a smile and a romantic tender kiss leaving me oh so satisfied and fulfilled.
I could hardly sleep for the rest of the night .... my mind wanted to relive each passionate kiss.... each embrace.... each act of sexual pleasure. The Duchess was everything I dreamed she would be.... so sensual.... so feminine.... so loving....

The next day at 11 o clock she appeared in my office wearing a red tailored suit and skirt.... her hair elaborately coiffured. She was on her way to a luncheon in the city of London. "Its all bankers....." she said mournfully..... "and I v'e got to give a speech !"
Then she grinned... put her hands on my desk.... leaned towards me.... "but was n't it fun last night ! .... " she said, her eyes wide with excitement.... waiting for my reaction...... I smiled shyly..... "It was heaven... " I said.

After that romantic night of love ... my relationship with the Duchess was changed forever.
I viewed her in a new light. It was obvious to me that she was dissatisfied and bored with her life as a Royal.... she was frantically looking round for a means of escape... her frequent holidays.... her indiscretions.... were all warning signs and the press were homing in for the kill.
In the weeks that followed she often came to my room for some female comfort and sexual release. As you can imagine... I had to keep my intimate relationship with the Duchess a secret from my mother and my sister Kate. I made no mention of our our romantic encounters or of our sexual trysts.... I wonder what they would have thought if they had known only the half of it ?
My life had fallen into a regular pattern.... I loved my job.... I loved Sunninghill Park..... I loved my employer.. the Duchess ...... in more than one sense of the word ! I felt secure.... complacent even...... though the precarious state of the Fergie's marriage should have made me feel differently. As the summer of 1991 progressed into a golden autumn I took on more and more responsibilities at Sunninghill. I was even trusted to supervise the Royal Children on the rare occasions when Alison was absent. I had won the trust and respect of the Duchess and her staff.... they had complete faith and confidence in me.
More than anything else I felt I belonged at Royal Sunninghill..... and that was a wonderful feeling.


The End ......


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A wonderful and erotic story and beautifully written. Thank you for sharing this with me.

 

THANKS

 

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