This was as far as we had ever journeyed on our voyage to paradise although I had let Jimmy feel my breasts through the silk of my ballgown as we canoodled together in a quiet corner during the dancing at his eighteenth birthday party back in March and I had often wondered about his hard, bulging manhood which had so often pressed against me.
I fought to keep control as Jimmy's tongue entered my mouth and we french-kissed with a burning passion. But his hands were roaming freely across my body and my nipples hardened as he fondled my firm young breasts. My own fingers were dangerously near the big bulge between his legs and it took only a little gentle pressure from his elbow to force my hand lower and stroke the hard pole I could feel straining against the soft flannel material of his trousers. Our tongues were now moving madly in each other's mouths as Jimmy unbuttoned my blouse and slipped his hand inside to ease down the straps of my chemise over my shoulders. He now squeezed and rubbed my bared breasts which made my pussey dampen perceptively. With his left hand he somehow managed to tear open the first buttons of his flies-but just as I was about to handle a naked cock for the very first time, the landaulet suddenly jerked to a halt and we almost found ourselves sprawled out on the floor.
'I'm terribly sorry, Miss Rosie,' called out Haines. 'We're at the railway level-crossing and the bloody keeper's rushed out of his cottage to close the gates on us, stupid bleeder. Oh, beg your pardon, miss.'
Somehow we managed to stifle our laughter as we heard our driver shout out: 'Why the hell couldn't you let us through, Mr. Tong? There's not a train in sight, you silly old bugger!'
'Don't you talk to me like that, coachman, I've got to shut the gate at twelve eighteen, train or no train. Be patient and you'll live longer,' said the offended Mr. Tong.
Haines lapsed into an angry mutter but I took the opportunity of delivering a little smack on Jimmy's wrist. 'Take your hands off my titties, we'll be home in ten minutes. After luncheon we'll be able to find somewhere private and we'll have all the time in the world for spooning without any interruptions/
Of course Jimmy was as frustrated as me at the unwarranted intrusion on our petting but his face brightened as he buttoned his trousers and I readjusted my chemise and did up my blouse. 'Gosh, that sounds great-a romp in the sun with Rosie. What more could a chap ask?'
'Well, how about a decent lunch for starters?' I said, and we snuggled up side by side as we waited for the twelve twenty-two train to Chichester to chug through and we moved forward again as Haines snarled a final imprecation at Mr. Tong.
'That old fool really is what my housemaster would call a “jobsworth",' said Jimmy lightly.
'What's a “jobsworth", Jimmy?'
'Oh, one of these people with tiny authority who never deviate from the rules even when it is pointed out how silly the regulation might be. Ask them to be flexible and they always say: “I'm sorry, sir, but it's more than my job's worth to do that.” '
I smiled at his shrewd comment but felt it necessary to say that Mr. Tong was not entirely in the wrong. 'Suppose the twelve twenty-two express had been a couple of minutes early? We would have been sent to kingdom come if for some reason our wheels had become jammed in the railway track and in a panic we were unable to alight quickly.
'On second thoughts, you are absolutely right. Haines was simply in far too much of a hurry to get home for his lunch,' he agreed.
'He was more likely in too much of a hurry to get his hands on Alice, the chambermaid who will be making up your bed tonight. I've seen them cuddling in the servants' quarters before now and I once heard Alice tell Sarah, who looks after my room and Uncle Gordon's suite, that Haines has got the fattest prick she had ever seen.'
'Isn't she a lucky girl, then?' Jimmy chuckled, as we reached Argosse Towers and I saw Sayers waiting at the steps to open the door of the landaulet for us. With him was young Alfred, the page-boy who would take care of Jimmy's luggage and I hurriedly whispered to Jimmy that Alfred was also well-endowed for a lad of his age. 'How on earth do you know that?' grinned Jimmy. 'It must be this fresh country air.' 'No, no, I just happened to come across Alfred and my brother comparing the size of their cocks.' I explained hastily, deciding to leave Sarah out of the story in case Jimmy got any naughty ideas about her!
'I'm sure you'd like to change before luncheon,' I said, as we strode inside. 'Would a simple meal of vegetable soup, red mullet and salad with Mrs. Moser's famous apple pie and cream to finish off with be enough for you? We will dine fully tonight when my Uncle Gordon returns.'
'Sounds absolutely scrumptious-can you give me half an hour to unpack and wash my hands?'
I have a sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Moser and all those downstairs knew that Jimmy was a very special friend of mine. Certainly, Sayers and Sarah (who deputised for Dennison the footman who Uncle Gordon had taken to Mr. Bennett's) waited upon us at luncheon in fine style and could hardly have been more attentive than if His Majesty King Edward VII had been sitting in Jimmy's chair! And afterwards, just before we were about to retire next door to the comfort of the superb Blue Room to enjoy coffee and petit fours, Mrs. Moser herself appeared in the doorway-a rare sight indeed, for she was rarely seen outside of the kitchen.
'Excuse me, Miss Rosie, Mr. Horobin, I hope you will forgive me coming in but I do hope that you enjoyed your lunch.'
TO say we did, Mrs. Moser,' said Jimmy, heartily. 'I wish you would come and work for us in London. Since we lost Mrs. Bidder's services to Lady Arkley, Mama has found it impossible to find a really first-class cook.'
Mrs. Moser was really pleased. “Thank you, sir, that's very kind. But I'm very happy here and I've been to London twice already and it's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't like to live there.'
'Well, I don't think I'd disagree with you. But before I leave, I must especially compliment you on your apple pie-it was absolutely delicious and just a little bit different. What's your secret, Mrs. Moser?'
'I don't really know, sir, except that in the filling I use the rind of a small lemon and two tablespoons of lemon juice with a pinch of mixed sweet spices in the filling.'
I think Sarah was a little jealous of the praise Jimmy was lavishing upon the cook for I was sure I heard her mutter something about a dab of mustard! So somehow managing not to giggle, I said: 'And the meal was served quite splendidly too, wasn't it, Jimmy?'
He turned and gave Sarah a dazzling smile. 'Oh yes, Sayers was as efficient as ever and Sarah, you were quite splendid-and much prettier than Dennison!'
Sarah returned his smile and bobbed a curtsy. “Thank you, sir, it was a pleasure to serve you.'
Now it was my turn to feel an irritable twitch of jealousy.
'Good, now let's have coffee in the Blue Room, Jimmy. Then we'll go for a walk, alright?'
'Yes, yes,' he said, but I noticed he was still looking at Sarah who I could have sworn had provocatively licked her upper lip at Jimmy as he turned away to follow me out of the dining-room. Nevertheless, I put the incident out of my mind as we relaxed together on the new Chesterfield Papa had purchased at Harrods a few months before. But soon after we had taken a few sips of coffee, Jimmy put his arms around me and murmured softly: 'Dash it, Rosie, it's jolly hot outside, why don't we take a short walk to my bedroom?'
'What a splendid idea,' I replied. 'Only we must be careful and ensure that we are not observed. All it needs is one servant to discover us and you can be sure that the gossip will spread not only all over the county but even back in Society circles.'
'Damn Society, I despise it,' he grinned.
'Don't say that, Jimmy. As Mama says, only people who cannot get into it take that attitude.'