“The lady wanted to talk about the Americans?”
“Oh yes, well I … now look at that. If I don't watch out, this horrible man would stick my whole hand into his mouth! …”
She withdrew her hand and dried it on her thigh.
“Oh yes, one of them, the blond one, what's his name? Jenkinson, right?” she turned to her husband, “Jenkinson. Now, listen to this, he says to me, 'Madame, you are very beautiful … I would like to give you a check every month!' “
“Just think of it,” interrupted her blockhead husband, “that's what he said, right in front of me, too!”
“Of course, we just laughed at him. He could not take that and he left. Before champagne had been served!”
I must admit that the entire conversation made me feel slightly ill, and if it had not been for the beautiful body of this mysterious woman, I would have left the room before these people would laugh at me like they did at poor Mister Jenkinson. But my curiosity was great enough to keep me there. What was going to happen next? The door to the adjoining room opened and a very young manservant announced that dinner was served.
“Don't you want to offer me your arm?” asked the lady.
A slight shiver ran up and down my spine. It seemed that she had a special ability to detect this because she looked up at me with a passionate gleam in her eyes, pressing her bosom against my arm at the same time. I sat next to her during dinner and her blockhead husband was sitting opposite us. Now and then I noticed her leg pressing against mine and some of her warmth rubbed off on me. Besides, I was still very curious. And when she poured me a glass of wine, she did it in such a way that I had an extremely good view of the hairs in her armpit. When she did that it is possible that some ardor was shining in my eyes, because she turned rather abruptly toward me, handing me my glass and now I could freely look under both!
“See, isn't she beautiful when she raises her arms!” was her husband's exclamation.
I would have loved to go for his throat, but she pushed me with her well-rounded shoulder and laughed, “Oh that man! But he is sort of nice, don't you agree?”
After we had finished our supper, the man left the room for a moment. She grabbed my hand and said, “I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, 'Thank God, he has left!' But you are doing him a great injustice. He can stay here and watch. It should be no reason for us to be ashamed.”
I just stared at her and couldn't think of anything to say. She thought it was very funny …
“If you are an Austrian, then you must have met lots of women?”
“Is that so obvious?”
“Oh, I am sure. One can talk about everything with Austrians, and it is not necessary to pretend!”
She suddenly got up, quickly pressed her upper arms against my lips and went into the room where we had sat before. She stretched out on the sofa and said, “Quickly, come here and sit down next to me!”
I noticed that one of her thin shoulder straps had loosened itself somehow and that now her bosom seemed even fuller and peeked through her gown.
“My husband is only going to get some more champagne. Ah, I am so giddy, I just love it, I am ready to do about anything.”
She laughed out loud and stretched her arms. At the same time she smiled very invitingly at me. I was beginning to get slightly horny; the quiet life I had led for the past several weeks became noticeable. And, oh, those little blonde hairs in her armpits! She noticed that I had no desire to talk. She looked at me penetratingly and called out, “Well, why don't you come over here!”
She took my arms and pulled me down toward her, suddenly my face was buried in her shoulder. She put her arms around me.
“I wish that we could have some fun!” she said. “My dear husband likes some fun, too, but all these young people are so terribly dumb.
Why don't you kiss me? Please, kiss me. I give you my full permission.”
She pulled up her knee and I could feel it press against my back.
“But what if your husband comes back?”
“Well, so what?”
Without loosening her hold on me she raised her upper body and called out, “Hugo! The champagne, please!”
The next moment, the old man walked in from the other room with an ice bucket and when he saw us in this compromising situation he exclaimed happily, “Ah!”
I wanted to get up quickly but she did not let go of me, on the contrary, she pulled me closer toward her and kissed me passionately.
Meanwhile the old nut had filled three glasses and happily exclaimed, “Finally, finally, a nice cozy evening!”
She held out one hand and received one glass of champagne. She handed that to me and reached out for a second one for her.
“Children, now we shall drink!”
She first toasted with me and then with her husband. I suddenly had a splendid idea. I took a sip out of my glass, pulled her black silken gown a little bit lower and emptied the contents into her cleavage. She laughed and her husband veritably howled with pleasure, “Oh, those funny Austrians!”
“I can't stay this way, I am drenched,” The beautiful woman wiggled and wound as if she were a bacchante.
“No, she can't stay that way,” seconded her husband.
She fingered around with her gown, made me hold one end of it, spun around like a top and suddenly she stood before me wearing nothing but black silken stockings!
Her husband screamed with delight and waved his champagne glass as if he were a drunken satyr. He threw off his tail coat and opened his fly. The nude woman, however, threw herself upon me, embracing me firmly. Her husband left quickly to get us another bottle.
“Drink, drink!” he hollered and filled the glasses again.
The nude woman reached for her head, loosened some pins and then she shook and her golden-blonde hair cascaded down her naked shoulders.
“But it is much too warm here,” cried the satyr, and he tried to take off my vest. I tried to avoid him. But he tore off his own shirt now, exposing his body, covered with gray curly hairs. Then I felt the beautiful woman.
“Don't be a spoilsport. Take off your clothes; you haven't even looked at me.” But she sounded happy and her laughter rang like a clear bell.
And the next moment she posed in front of me, stretching and moving her body in the most alluring and seductive positions. Then she laid down upon the carpet, opened up her thighs and stretched with her beautiful fingers the lips of her private parts.
“Look, children, isn't that beautiful!”
Her husband crouched in an easy chair, his hot eyes staring at his wife, his lower jaw slack, drooling like a horny ape, one hand fingering his limp member. She had meanwhile, crawling on all fours, sneaked up to me and tried to render me helpless by tickling the back of my knees. I buckled for just a moment, closing my eyes and before I knew what was happening I was stretched backwards upon the carpet and she had opened my trousers quick as lightning and lifted my shirt. A joyful outcry followed, “Oh, Hugo, look how beautiful!”
Her fingers caressed and played around with my member. I was lost. I turned, my eyes saw a frenzied raging woman, her face and expression were a demand for passion and lust. She let herself fall backwards, opening up invitingly and then she kept staring at me. I threw myself upon her as if I were a hungry predator. We rolled around on the carpet like maniacs. Near me I heard a barely suppressed screaming. The woman under me groaned, moaned and laughed, her body bucked convulsively …
Finally I woke up out of this wild, wild dream. The woman did not want to let me go and she clamped her legs around me, pushing up toward me, keeping me captive within her, when suddenly she relaxed and let out a never ending, “Aaaah!”
I was lying down next to her, trying to hide my face. I was ashamed and disgusted and if someone had come in and killed me, I would have been grateful. The conversation between the couple jarred me back to reality, but it also increased my disgust.