We had a young dairymaid about eighteen, a fine dark-eyed wench, very good looking, a strapping big, strong young woman, with rare plump arms and splendid full bosom, whilst as to her development of rump, to judge from the appearance outside her clothes, it was something superb. My bedroom was in a garret at the top of the farmhouse, and a ricketty old staircase led up to my door, and then with a twist to the other side, without any landing, you could step up to Sarah's room (she was our only servant); so it was little more than a step across from my door to hers. At the bottom of our staircase there was a door which we could bolt inside, and so be secure from burglars or the other inmates of the house, unless they fairly broke in. Of an afternoon, after she had done milking and all her work, Sarah used to go up to her room to wash and dress, and I noticed that even by daytime she bolted the staircase door. My curiosity was aroused, so slipping up to my room sometimes before her time for dressing, I used to take off my heavy shoes and watch her dressing through the keyhole of her door, but I never saw very much except those lovely titties and neck in the process of washing or changing her frock. This went on for some days, and my elder brother being away at the time, I used to lay and think about Sarah for hours after going to bed; yet I dared not venture to do anything, and in fact was ignorant of almost everything about the opposite sex. One afternoon, being rather more clumsy than usual, I stumbled against her door just as I was going to apply my eye to the keyhole, and not being fastened it flew wide open, exposing Miss Sarah in the very act of admiring her fine bosom in front of a small glass. How she blushed for a moment, but recovering herself at once, exclaimed: "Well I never, Master Jack. What do you think you will see now?" I stammered out an excuse, but she asked me into her room, saying, with a laugh, "I know you thought you would see my legs or something, now, didn't you?" "I know I did. You won't tell mother, will you, Sarah? I've often seen your beautiful big breasts, and wanted to see----" "I never tell tales, Jack, if you don't. What did you want to see? Tell me," she said, with a most tantalising smile. My assurance returned as I found she was not cross, so I told her that it was her fine bum that I so very much wished to see, adding that I would give a shilling to see it just for a moment, as I was sure it was a beauty. "I don't want your money, dear," she replied; "but will you kiss it if I let you have a peep?" "That I will," I eagerly replied. "Only let me lift your skirts, Sarah." "And I must look at your's, Jack, and kiss it. Is it a bargain, dear?" "I'll show as much as you do for a spree, so make haste," was my answer.