After a few moments:
“No, my dear Baron, that does not give me any pleasure. Come with me on the sofa.”
I followed her and we enjoyed great delights.
That last night, I must admit, I was quite a man. We emptied the cup of passion seven times.
12. I GRAB THE OPPORTUNITY
I had been abstinent for more than two months when I arrived in Lyon. I really don't know why. I had seen a very pretty female in the hotel where I lived, and I felt very much attracted toward her. She was closer to me than I had known; I found out that our rooms were adjoining, that the wall consisted of very thin wood and, moreover, there was a connecting door. It could not have been more convenient.
After turning out the light one night, I discovered that there was a big knothole in the wall right next to my bed. The lady next door had not extinguished her lamp. I was very curious and peeped through the hole. And look… an exceptionally pretty nude female, standing in front of the mirror, loosening her hairdo.
It would have been impossible for me to stay in bed. The only question that remained to be solved was how to get to my beautiful neighbor.
It was getting late, so I had to make haste. I quickly threw a robe around my shoulders, went out into the corridor, hoping to be able to catch her maidservant. I was lucky; the girl just came out of the room.
“Dearest girl, would it be possible to have a few words with your mistress?”
The girl looked at me in surprise.
“Or is it too late already? But it is very important.”
She returned a few minutes later.
“Madame is expecting you.”
I walked in, made a few excuses and paid a few compliments which she wittily returned and then I confessed to her, as gently as possible, what I had witnessed through my little knothole and I started to describe the impression she had made upon me.
She jumped up and started to talk about infamy and God knows what else.
I took her in my arms. She, too, had thrown a gown over her shoulders, which, as if by accident, started to slip and my hand suddenly cupped her full and firm naked breast.
“Madame, I love you, and could you truly be mad at me only because your magnificent body has made such an indelible impression upon my voluptuous imagination?”
I did not give her a chance to answer. I kissed every sound off her lips and threatened that I would not stop ere she had been fully softened.
She finally started to laugh out loud and declared upon her honor that never had any Frenchman declared his love to her in such a comical way, and just because of the unusual circumstances did she feel inclined to grant me her favors. However, I had to go now, because her servant girl knew that I was in the room with her; but tomorrow…
“I will leave, Madame, and I will be back through here,” (and I took the bolt off the door separating our rooms).
“Just because that happens to be handy, I shall not object.”
She rang and her girl accompanied me to my room, glancing at me, obviously dying to find out what could have been so important as to disturb her mistress in the middle of the night.
Almost immediately, I returned to the delightful French girl. Since we had just met, we could dispense with the ceremonies. She eagerly allowed me to take off her nightshirt and reciprocated every one of my moves with equal grace.
I had never seen such a prominent grotto of passion before. Even while she was standing upright, I could see the red shimmering lips very clearly. The temple itself was very slippery, the entrance was roomy and the god Hymen, guarding that entrance, was larger than I had imagined possible.
I had heard that French women were unusually well lubricated and this one, the first one I ever embraced, surely confirmed this rumor.
The moment I started the battle she became quite restless under me. Now she put one, then the other thigh across my back and then she encircled me with both legs. One moment she was moving ferociously and then, suddenly, she would show resistance and retreat till only the tip of my prick was able to penetrate the entrance. Then, suddenly, she would heave up and I would go in far and deep till the very end. Her hands were everywhere, it seemed, and always busy doing something.
Finally she had reached the point of greatest excitement and she started to blabber incessantly, “Ah!.. I can't any longer! Ah! Ah! I think I'm dying! Ah! Ah! Quick… now… quicker!”
I had difficulty suppressing a smile, but that did not disturb her in the least. She kept up her patter and talked till she finally ran out of words and started to make incoherent sounds.
When I left her that morning, she assured me happily that I was quite a cavalier and could give lessons to some of her countrymen.
It is strange that even in this field the French think that they are superior.
13. A STRANGE INTERLUDE
When I came home that afternoon I heard voices in the room of my beautiful neighbor. Curiosity caused me to peep through the knothole.
I was taken aback when I saw the lady and a gentleman, naked upon the sofa, busily engaged in the act of love. But I was even more surprised when I heard another man's voice:
“Can't you finish, I am burning up!”
It was a strange sight to see those two in action on the sofa. They kept up a witty conversation, performed a thousand little tricks, and finally their bodies sank exhausted back into the pillows.
Almost at the same moment, the other man came into the picture, lifted his friend off her body and took his place.
She: “Let me rest a little bit.”
He: “Impossible, I can't wait.”
And he plunged into her with such force, and labored so quickly, that in no time his body went into convulsions and soon he, too, collapsed in her arms.
My neighbor is a girl of joy, I thought, and I was about to turn away from my peephole when I noticed that number one had recuperated and was girding himself for a second try. When he was finished, the second one resumed his place, and when it was all over, the three enjoyed some refreshments.
Even though the performances I had just witnessed had brought my blood to a boil, it seemed as if I had lost all desire for my charming neighbor. I did not like the idea that she gave herself to two partners simultaneously. Nevertheless, she had not lost one whit of her charm and vivacity; on the contrary, she ribbed the two gentlemen about their waning virility.
Now their pride had been hurt, and both were ready to do it again. Amidst merry laughter they took a pair of dice and rolled them. And then one of them sat down on his hands and knees. Now the woman laid herself down upon his back in such a way that her behind rested on his shoulders. It was a strange sight to see his wig flush with her prominent rosebush. Her love temple was wide open. The other one set himself in position over the lady who embraced him with one arm. The other arm reached below and she took hold of the first man's staff. I had never seen a more ridiculous sight, and this, combined with the panting and groaning and constant line of conversation was so silly that I could not help but burst out laughing.
The gentlemen were ready and the lady berated them because they had not managed to satisfy her.
“If I really want to be satisfied,” I heard her say, “I will have to call on my pompous German next door. Upon my honor, he will put the two of you to shame.”
This awkward compliment saddened me deeply. You will have to punish her, even though it may be a strain on you, I said to myself.
The gentlemen left. I saw her clean and flush herself, and I waited till she had thrown the negligee around her shoulders. I opened the connecting door and walked into her room.