“Go ahead, dear child! Do you enjoy it?”
“Oooooh.”
She breathed out slowly and with every breath she released a flood of her passionate juices. She had not yet finished when it was my turn.
The moment she noticed, she pressed my behind with her thighs as firmly as she could and made quivering motions with her behind.
We rested. My Lieschen became more bold. I gave her my prick to hold in her hand. It was weakened and lay there with bent head. She caressed it, played around with the curled hairs and touched the eggs in the hairy bag with considerable curiosity. This game cheered up my amour; her touching it betrayed her interest. I lifted her up and invited her to take a closer look. She took it in her hand; it came proudly erect.
“Well, how do you like that? That's funny.”
I bedded Lieschen down again, bent myself over her and invited her to guide my staff into her grotto.
She did it without refusal and we enjoyed as great a pleasure as before.
13. AN HONEST MAN KEEPS HIS PROMISE
In a week my beautiful Frau von Glossen was about to go to her manor and wait for me another week.
I did not obey her command to abstain for one whole week, but I was going to keep my promise to visit her.
I went to my father and asked for his permission.
“I thought as much! Don't you know it unseemly to visit a lady when her husband is not at home?”
I colored deep red.
“Oh, my little boy! I noticed something at the party last week. Well? Why do you cast your eyes down?”
“Excuse me, dear sir…”
“Karl, look at me. Matters like this could bring unpleasant embarrassment. Now, I have adopted you as my own son, you are a nobleman; do you have courage?”
“I understand, dear sir…”
“I do not wish to know anything about it… and I just now happen to remember that I am about to undertake a voyage within the next two weeks. So, meanwhile put your affairs in the city in order and continue your journey as you see fit.”
“Does that mean that I have your permission, dear sir.”
“Call me father and do whatever you want.”
“Well, if it is up to me, I…”
“If you want to take a servant with you, select one…”
I smiled.
“You see, little scoundrel, you don't want a supervisor.”
I kissed his hand.
“Do you want to drive or ride?”
“Too much kindness!”
And my father gave immediate orders that his personal tailor should make forth with a knight's dress with yellow robe worked with gold. “A young knight,” he said, “who wants to go out and seek adventure deserves a suit which makes his figure stand out. Do you wish to ride the brown English horse or the light sorrel?”
“If I have my choice, the latter.”
“Because he is wild and quick; I only hope that the young cavalier will not lose his balance.”
My beautiful Glossen saw me arrive in this getup, galloping into her courtyard.
A stable-boy took my horse away. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could; an incredibly old woman, the wetnurse of my beauty as I learned later, led me into the reception room and disappeared. My goddess received me with open arms and denuded bosom.
“I expected you to arrive yesterday.”
“My father wanted to make sure that I was dressed properly.”
“The old rogue! That would not have been necessary. His son needs no fancy clothing to be well-liked.”
I kissed her for this compliment.
“Ah, that's beautiful. Did you practice kissing while you were waiting, or is your memory that good.”
“Weren't you my teacher?”
“How bold and nice.”
I embraced her furiously and let my hand grope around in her bosom which was soft as down.
“My boy, my boy! Did you save it up to give me pleasure?”
“Judge for yourself by my fierce ardor.”
And saying this, I carried her to the closet couch and my hand was upon her source of passion quicker than lightning.
“For Heaven's sake, where did you get this audacity?”
“My beautiful teacher told me that I should do everything with a charming lady which was dictated by my imagination.”
“I see you've done your homework! But hold on, my darling, this is neither the time nor the place. My God, boy, I could eat you!”
And she squeezed me rather painfully where the back ends.
We had an exquisite dinner and emptied one glass of champagne after the other while exchanging all sorts of pleasantries. Little flirtations were unavoidable; we kissed, caressed, squeezed and nibbled one another, we sucked the wine out of each other's mouth and did whatever else our mischievousness suggested.
Believe me, dear reader, whoever is unfamiliar with such dalliances cannot evaluate them for their true meaning and he could not possibly understand how many sweet sensations they bring about.
After dinner she led me into a small room.
“This is your bedroom and that door over there will lead you to me (smiling) in case you are afraid of the dark.”
I kissed the joker's mouth.
“Now, why don't you stretch out here and let yourself be embraced by sleep. You have ridden for four hours and I am sure that the rest will do you good. I have seen to it that you will be well taken care of.”
Several passionate kisses accompanied her speech. All my objections were overruled and she left me, promising that she would wake me up in plenty of time.
And, indeed, it was not at all unpleasant because the champagne had made my head spin slightly. I undressed, lay down, and fell asleep quickly.
It was two o'clock when my Glossen woke me with ardent kisses.
“You are a heavy sleeper! I have sat next to you for quite some time now, looked upon your full red cheeks with pleasure and my lips needed all their strength to sip the sleep out of your system.”
I pulled my goddess over me; her soft round breasts covered my face, I sucked the little rosebuds and my hands-how could they have stayed idle?
“That is enough, dear boy, come along.”
She helped me to get dressed and we walked out into the garden.
A small brook rustled alongside the garden. On the other side towers a steep mountain, rocks piling upon rocks, forming a huge mass. On this side is a green opening in the middle of the dark woods encircling it. In the center of this circle stands a small peasant's hut. Upon coming closer, a flat basin in front of the hut in which two nymphs pour water out of two large-urns betrays not the simple dwelling of a peasant but the pleasure residence of a cultivated townsman. The basin is filled with foam caused by the tumbling waters out of the nymph's jugs. Thick impenetrable bushes surround hut and basin and secure against eavesdroppers and spying eyes.
Then the door of the little hut opened. Oh, the beauty covered by this simple thatched roof. The upholstery of the couches and sofas, depending upon which you choose to select, supports your body delightfully. Here you see a Leda romp with a swan, there you watch Luna kiss a slumbering Endymion. Here, a satyr is spying upon bathing nymphs, there, a little cupid coaxes his charming mother with little flatteries.
This is the place to which my beautiful brunette had brought me, and asked me with a smile how I liked it. I had never seen anything like it; I was enchanted. She kissed me passionately.
“Lover, you are forgetting me. I have not brought you here for nothing. It is warm, very warm…”
She opened up my jacket.
“Do you know how to undress me?”
Soon I had her standing in front of me with nothing else on but a light shirt, covering her beautiful limbs.
And soon, she saw me in a similar getup.
Shoes and stockings were removed, down fell the shirt, and there she went, my beautiful nymph, into the foaming basin, laughing at the surprised look on my face.
I followed her example. We washed each other, chased each other, played around together, and splashed each other.