Finally she perched herself upon my knees; then, as a matter of course my hand found its way up her clothes, and toyed with the silky hair of the “spot,”-she had on no drawers, — while her hand unbuttoned my trousers and let out my tool, which was in a very rampant state, after its two months rest. She gently, with her forefinger and thumb, covered and uncovered the red tip several times; saying, with a laugh: “I wonder if it has been a good boy while it has been away?”
“Yes, it has,” I remarked, smiling. “Don’t you see how stiff k is?”
“Oh, that proves nothing! It is very easily made stiff; but anyway I am going to take the stiffness out of it now.”
So saying, she got off my knees, and turned her back towards me; then she deliberately raised all her dainty skirts above her waist, and stood for a moment, so that I might see and admire her beautiful white bottom and plump thighs. Then backing close up to me, she put her hand between her legs, and seizing my member, she guided it to the right spot, then gradually lowering herself down, she took my prick inch by inch into her tight cunt, till her bottom touched my balls, and she sat on my lap, with her back resting against my chest. Putting my arms round her waist under her petticoats, I clasped my hands on her cool soft belly, and began to poke her vigorously, by moving my loins up and down. My movements were ably seconded by Frances, who raised and lowered her bottom in a most voluptuous way; so that in a very few seconds, I “spent” with a prolonged quiver of sexual excitement, depositing a copious offering in the “grotto of love.”
When all was over, we retired to our bedroom and had a wash; then we went down to dinner; which Frances had taken care should be a nice one. We had some clear soup; turbot with lobster sauce; a brace of roast grouse, and a souffl6; and we drank sherry and champagne. We also had dessert, with coffee and liqueurs. Then, after I had smoked a cigar, we went into the drawing-room. It had, however, struck me all through dinner, that Frances, though lively and in good spirits, had not been quite so talkative as usual I settled down in an easy-chair to read the evening paper, while she took up a book; but I noticed that she did not seem to be much interested in what she was reading; and every now and then she glanced at me with a troubled expression on her face. I could see she was bothered about something, and I wondered what it was. A few minutes passed; then she put down her book, and coming to me, sat down in her old way upon a stool at my feet, resting her arm upon my knees, and looking up in my face. “Charley,” she said, in a serious tone of voice, “I have something very particular to say to you.”
I was rather surprised at her grave manner, which was quite unusual with her. “Well, what is it?” I lightly asked; expecting to be told that she had run into debt with her dressmaker, or something of that sort.
But the communication she made to me, had reference to a matter of far greater importance than a milliner’s bill.
She began: “You know I am very grateful to you for all your kindness to me since the day you took me into your house: and we have always got on well together. I love you still, and I think you are still a little fond of me; but I have often thought that some day you may get married;-though you will never find a woman who will love you more than I have.
“Or you may take it into your head to leave me, for some reason or other; and then what would become of me?”
“Oh, my dear girl,” I said, bending down and giving her a kiss, “if either of the events you have mentioned should happen, your future would be all right. I have taken care that you shall never want. But why have you told me all this? I shall never marry; and I don’t wish to leave you.”
She gave me a grateful kiss, saying: “Ah, you may not wish to leave me just at present, but I am afraid you will get tired of me in course of time. I am young now; and you say I am pretty. But I shall not be always so.”
I felt there was a good deal of truth in what she had said; so I made no remark; and she went on, hurriedly: “Now, what I have to tell you will astonish, and perhaps make you angry; but I feel that I ought no longer to keep you in ignorance of certain things which have happened to me during your absence.”
She paused for a moment, and I wondered what was coming. She went on: “About six weeks ago, I was sitting reading in a lovely part of the park, when a rough-looking tramp came up, and begged me to give him a copper to buy a bit of bread, as he was starving. I gave him sixpence out of my purse which happened to be full of silver. He noticed it, and when I had put the purse back into my pocket, he caught hold of me roughly and tried to rob me. I struggled, and screamed loudly; and my cries were heard by a gentleman, who came running to my assistance, and drove the tramp away. My arms were bruised, I was very much frightened, and I was trembling all over: so the gentleman made me take his arm, and when we had got out of the park, he put me in a cab, and drove me home.”
I made a movement of anger, uttering the word: “Damnation!”
She placed her hand on mine, saying soothingly: “Now Charley! You needn’t get angry. There was no wrong done. Wait till you have heard the rest of my story.”
“Go on,” I said crossly.
“Next day he called upon, me; and I gave him a cup of tea, and we had a long chat. Since then he has called several times, and I have frequently met him in the park. He is a gentleman, and has always treated me with the utmost respect. He has told me that he loves me; and to-day he asked me to marry him.”
I was utterly taken aback, and inclined to be very angry. “The devil he did!” I exclaimed. “Who is he? Tell me all you know about him. Do you love him? Perhaps he is only trying to deceive you.”
“I don’t think he is,” she remarked. Then she continued: “His name is Markham; he is about forty-five years old; a widower, with two children; a boy six years of age, and a girl nine years of age; he is a merchant at the Cape, and he is very well-off. I like him, but I do not love him.”
I was silent for a short time, thinking over her startling communication. Then I said: “Do you wish to leave me, and marry him?”
“I will be guided in the matter entirely by your advice and wishes. If you want me to stay with you; I will do so: but if you think I ought to accept Mr. Markham, I will marry him. Now think well over what I have said; and then tell me what you wish me to do.”‘
I pondered deeply over what she had told me; and I finally came to the conclusion, that though I did not at that moment wish to part with Frances; yet it would be wrong for me to stand in her way and prevent her getting married. She would never get such an offer again; and if the man was rich, and a gentleman, the marriage would be a good thing for her, and also for me; as I should be relieved of all responsibility as to her future.
So, giving her a kiss, I said: “Well, my dear girl, I shall be extremely sorry to part with you; but under the circumstances, I think you had better accept Mr. Markham. I will make inquiries about him, and find out if he is what he represents himself to be. But make sore of your own mind before you definitely accept him.”
She sat down on a chair, and resting her chin on her hand, fell into deep thought. But I fancied I could guess what she would do. She would accept the man’s offer. Every woman likes to get married and have a home, which she knows she cannot be turned out of-as long as she behaves herself-even should her husband get tired of her.
After a few moments, she said: “I can’t quite make up my mind yet; but I will think well over the matter to-night I am to see him, and give him my answer to-morrow.”
There was nothing more to be said, at that moment, on the subject; and we both sat silent and thoughtfuclass="underline" we felt upset, and we could not settle down comfortably; so we soon went up to our bedroom.