"You have beautiful hair,” she said, settling down beside me.
"You knew, then, that I was a woman?"
"Why else should I have asked you here? Besides, none but women are allowed upon the dance floor."
"Then you, too, are a woman; one would never guess it,” I lied, “by looking at your beard."
Her answer to this was to remove the beard. “Now that we understand each other, we can feel more free, can we not?"
"I would feel more at ease were you to remove the mask,” I said.
"You fear me?"
"Not in the least,” I answered. “It's simply that I would feel more at home."
"And your own?"
"I would rather not. Perhaps we shall become better acquainted, and then I would feel more like having you penetrate my identity."
I was wearing freshly pressed trousers and the crease was unusually prominent. With the index finger of one hand, she began tracing it, up and down, up and down.
"You tickle dreadfully,” I said, moving uneasily, but making no effort to hinder her. It was evident this girl wasn't at all sure of herself with me, for it was some moments before she became more aggressive. Thinking to entice her, and having no idea of whether or not I was keeping the others, I leaned back amid the pillows.
This seemed to have the desired effect. Leaning partly over me, she said, “Would it interest you to know that I am rather wealthy?"
"Indeed. And how could that possibly interest me?” I asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I would like to know you better; you are very beautiful-what I can see of you-and perhaps I might be of service to you."
"That depends entirely upon yourself,” I said with meaning.
"You mean that you would like me to remove my mask?"
"Would it be asking too much? I am here with two friends who are acquainted with the place; in fact it was one of them who suggested I dance with you."
"It appears that I am well known.” She laughed, throwing off the mask and seating herself again by my side. “It doesn't matter; you must know why we are here."
This being the first direct insinuation, I said, “Hadn't we best lock the door?” A thrill passed through me as this pretty girl took my hint as direct surrender, and I settled myself more comfortably amid the cushions.
Without further ado, she again placed one hand on my thigh, but instead of tracing the crease in my trousers, her hand slid along to the fly and her nimble fingers were soon toying with the buttons, her eyes constantly upon mine. Then: “I would much prefer to have you completely nude,” she said, slipping her hand into the opening she had made and bringing her fingers directly upon my cunt!
There being no longer a mystery about the thing now, I said, “That will be quite impossible here; another time, perhaps?"
"I would love to have you with me a whole night,” she said, leaning down over me. “You are very beautiful. We could go to my home sometime? I have a lovely home."
I made no answer to this, but, by lying perfectly still and allowing her free scope with her hands, I believe I gave her answer enough. Her hand, in the meantime, had completed its exploration about my middle. Withdrawing it, she completed the undressing; that is, she unfastened the top of my trousers and drew off the legs. This done, she again knelt between my widely parted thighs and carefully rolled up my shirt! Naked, now, from the tops of my stockings to well above my waist, I awaited her attack! Then, a moment later, I said, “Isn't it pretty?” at the same time raising my bottom and rotating my hips.
"It's beautiful!” she whispered, and then pressed her half-open mouth to it! With my eyes closed and my head turned to one side, I thrilled beneath her skilled lips and tongue! Any doubt that she loved doing it was swept away a moment later when I bedewed her lips with a liberal dose of my juices, all of which she carefully licked up and eagerly swallowed!
"You naughty girl,” I said a few moments later as I rose from the divan and adjusted my clothes. “I've never had anything half as nice."
"And you will see me again?” she asked eagerly.
Slipping my cape about my shoulders, I said, “The next time, my dear, it will be in that wonderful bed you told me about, and if you are half as nice undressed as you are dressed, I'm sure you'll find me willing in more ways than one!"
I really meant it, my friend; I liked her. She wasn't the type one finds so commonly in such places. She didn't have that masculine look one often sees on tribades, and I fully intended making my way back there again-I was quite sincere about the “bedroom” part of it.
I found my two friends waiting for me when I came to our table.
"Had enough?” asked Nina. “Or is there someone else you'd like to try?"
I had had enough. Besides, the hour was late; it was, in fact, almost daylight when we started back to my residence.
Naturally, we discussed the events of the evening, and our thoughts drifting back to the last place we had visited. Then, since neither girl held back anything, but freely told everything that had happened to them, I said, “I am rather smitten with your friend, the banker's daughter. I would like to see her again sometime."
"If you're wise, you won't,” offered Nina. “Once she finds out who you are, she'll pester you to death."
"As bad as that?” I asked.
"Worse. Why else would a girl make such a joint rendezvous if she wasn't an out-and-out rotter?"
This made me open my eyes. I was glad then that I hadn't been so free as to divulge my identity. Nor did I ever go there again.
We had coffee before retiring and Nina said, “Be a good girl and we'll take you to a place called ‘Cupid's Nest’ some night soon."
"Sounds good,” I answered, “but in the meantime, I'm going to my own little nest, so goodnight to you, my children."
You like my story so far, my friend? Is it the type you desired, and is it naughty enough to tickle your fancy? Write me and let me know.
As you have noted, no doubt, I am mentioning only such events in my life which might prove of interest to you. I could go on and on relating the more trivial ones, but I'm sure they would prove of no interest whatever. Enough to say that for a whole week I devoted my time to my rooms when I wasn't at the theater. There was much to be done. I wanted to devote some time to learning Italian. It was the one tongue which intrigued me and my manager had hinted in no uncertain terms that a contract awaited me, in Milan, where he expected to open another play.
I might mention here, my friend, that I had lost my lover, Arpid. It was as much my fault, perhaps, as his own, but I couldn't take him with me to the spa, and when I returned, I found that his father had found him. Since he was supposed to be touring Europe before entering military college, his father had taken him back home with him.
I hated to lose him, of course, but as there was nothing I could do about it, and as there were any number of handsome men to be had at beck and call, I quickly forgot him. Besides, I had my little Rose, and between times when I took up with an occasional man, her pretty lips and tongue were ever at my disposal. Many was the time I awakened in the morning only to find her still with her face between my thighs, and she always gave me a splendid sucking before I went to my bath. As a matter of fact, she gave me one after as well.
At the end of a week, however, I found myself desiring something more substantial than one tongue tip. Rose was wonderful, and she loved me, but even her skilled efforts failed to appease the hunger which grew and grew within me.
I mentioned this to Anna and Nina. They were, as I have already said, almost constantly with me. They seemed to have forgotten their home completely, and the witty Anna said, “how about a trip out to Bernice's establishment? You promised her a visit, you know, and she'll be wondering what happened to you."
I had, of course, been looking forward to a visit there, but there was something else I had in mind which interested me still more.