I gently caught hold of her and drew her against me, — then slipped my hand under her chemisette and getting hold of one of her round full breasts, I drew it out of its hiding place and kissed it passionately. "Suppose some one should come!" she whispered.
"Wait a moment!" I replied, and went out. I brought the horses inside, then barricaded the door, — now no one could possibly suspect our presence, for even the fire (now reduced to a glowing mass) did not throw off any smoke to call attention to human habitation.
"Now we're at home!"
Seated on a chair with Mme. de Schoenfutz on my knee, I surrendered myself to my desires! On her part she abandoned herself entirely to me, returning me kiss for kiss, laughing delightedly at the originality of our situation. She simply adored such situations! By now I had pulled both of her sweet little breasts out of her corset and was kissing them fiercely, — under my burning lips, the pretty little nipples began to swell up and get hard.
"I really believe they recognise you!" she said laughingly.
"Then what about my third little friend, the sweetest, the sauciest, the wickedest of them all!" — and my fingers unbuttoned the front of her biding breeches and slipped inside!
"It's an odd sensation," I remarked maliciously "to find a cunt inside a man's breeches!" And my happy hand set to work to caress and play with the sweet feminine hairs it found, then stole between a pair of soft plump satin-like thighs which it felt and handled, — and then my finger made its way into a certain opening already warm and moist and commenced to play on her little quivering clitoris!..
As her pleasure crept over her, my pretty companion began to become sweetly agitated. Her hand stole towards me; I delightedly guided it. Quickly unbuttoning my trousers I helped her to drag out what she was seeking and what she now had got hold of!
"Just suppose that you had found something like this when you put your hand inside, my riding breeches!" she remarked laughingly.
"What an idea!"
"He recognises me, I'm sure! He wants to see his old friend!"
The way in which we had placed ourselves was not propitious or convenient for the prosecution of our adventures. True pleasure demands horizontal position, — and I, at all events, consider that one only cheats Venus if one sacrifices to her in the odd positions which are only allowable when there is absolutely no help for it. So instead of making her sit astride on my knees (as she seemed to expect) I suggested that I should climb into the hayloft to see whether we could not build for ourselves a more comfortable nest up there.
The ladder was rather rickety, — however I got up all right. The loft was full of hay, sweet-swelling. I quickly persuaded Mme. de Schoenfutz to join me, — but as the ladder was a little short for her I had some little difficulty in raising her off it, she all the time laughing and revelling in the adventure.
"Now, where?" she asked, looking about her.
O delicious question "Now, where?" As much as to say "where shall I place myself so as to let you have me, — to yield myself to you — to let you do whatever you like to me!"
I collected some bundles of hay and soon improvised as excellent couch on to which I gently placed her.
"The mice will see us!" she exclaimed playfully. Then "Oh! this hay is pricking me awfully!"
This I soon remedied by means of my horse rug, — and then we were comfortably installed!
Outside the tempest continued to rage unabated, with loud claps of thunder and torrential rain. My pretty companion however had no alarm, and abandoned herself afresh to me. In the midst of our toyings and handlings of each others persons, I whispered: "Do take this off, — it's only a nuisance!" And I pointed first to her stays, then to her riding breeches.
"You'll do the same?"
"Yes, of course. And at once."
Gracefully she consented to satisfy my prayer, and set to work to take off her breeches, or rather her cloth knickers buttoning at the knee. When she had let then fall I helped her to draw her legs out of them and to pass them over her little patent-leather riding-boots, a task I took care not to accomplish without availing myself of the opportunity to effect sundry little ticklings and indiscreet touchings which provoked from her little screams of laughter.
"I'm going to keep on my hat," she said, "for my hair is damp and I would never be able to get it into order again!"
Oh! how bewitching she then looked! — and what a piquant costume! She stood in her chemise with her silk riding at on, and her patent-leather riding boots half-way up her calf, the rest of her leg being covered with a grey silk stocking fastened above the knee with a rose coloured garter!
I dropped on my knees in front of her and pressed my lips upon a forest of golden hairs through which I tried to insert my tongue…
"No, no," she exclaimed, drawing herself back a little, — "not standing upright!" Then she lay herself down, — and pleasure invaded the pair of us!
Her chemise I had turned back and the whole of her lovely body was now exposed! I showered kisses all over it, but especially all about her thighs, between which I then recommenced my sweet occupation in a less unfavourable posture than before. My skilful tongue soon sent her out of herself I — her stomach heaved agitatedly, then jogged itself spasmodically upwards as if loth to lose a single touch of my tongue!
Pleasure communicated demands reciprocity! This was always our rule and practice in the days when she was taking lessons from me in the Art and Practice of Love. Without arresting my ministrations, I placed myself in a position that I knew would recall to her our old conventions I Her soft hand showed me that she understood, as it gently seized the object I had placed at her disposal; I then brought myself still nearer, so that her mouth had even less distance than before to travel in order to carry out its sweet duty.
"No, no I that won't do!" she softly exclaimed, — " you will disarrange my hair! Let me come on top of you!" — and she gently freed herself in order to do so.
She took my place, put herself on top of me, turned without hesitation her lovely bottom towards my face, — and then lowered herself till her delicious slit rested on my mouth! And immediately I felt my member kissed, caressed, — handled, — then sucked in the most delightful fashion, I responding by furiously thrusting my tongue as deeply as I could into her throbbing quivering cunt!
The storm, the hunt, — all were completely forgotten! What ecstasies we were revelling in!.. what delirious transports!.. what zest she was putting in her suction of me! My lessons had borne wonderful fruit!.. And I, with what fury I thrust my tongue into the grotto of love that was palpitating on my lips!.. how I licked, sucked, nibbled!.. But I began to feel I was…
"Diana!.. Diana!.. stop!.. stop!.. I'm coming!.. coming!"
Alas! — too late! A suction more subtle and overpowering than anything that had preceded it deprived me of the power of moving! — and my boiling discharge shot into the sweet mouth of my companion!
Shocked by such a catastrophe, I feared a legitimate punishment. But nothing happened! To cover my fault, I continued to pass my tongue into and over Mme. de Schoenfutz' cunt till she lay motionless! Perhaps my now somewhat calmed ardour was expressed by my tongue! Perhaps my lovely companion herself had spent deliciously! Presently I began to make my apologies.
"My sweet Diana, really I beg pardon…"
She made no reply, — but raised herself off me, rosy red, approached me as if to kiss me, — put her lips on mine… and spat into my mouth the liqueur she had been storing so carefully in hers! Then shaking with laughter she remarked wickedly, "There, you've got it all back!"
Delighted by so happy a solution, I caught hold of her, captured her bottom, raised her, chemise, and set to work to slap her playfully, but not for long — for I bent down and covered her charming hemispheres with numberless kisses.