Anonymous
The Adventures of Grace and Anna
One
It was in one of the big amusement parks that I first met Anna. Being alone and out for a good time, I contrived to secure the seat next to her on one of the many rides; an acquaintance was soon struck up and at the close of the festivities I was awarded the privilege of escorting her home.
She lived on the other side of the city, and upon seeing my car, together with Joseph the chauffeur, her eyes grew wide, and at first I thought she was about to refuse to go with me and instead board the street car which had brought her there.
It did not, however, take much persuasion on my part to have her enter my car, and once she was seated on the luxurious cushions I knew the battle was won. I asked her if she wished to dine, but she informed me that she would have to arise early as she worked in the downtown district and, as it was already late, she had better hurry right home and leave it for some other time.
It is now time that I give the reader the benefit of a short description, in order that he may form in his mind the nature of the choice prize that had fallen to my lot on that evening.
Her name, as I have related, was Anna. Her nationality: typically American, an up-to-date flapper. Her hair was bobbed and short, done in the customary style of the day, and she was clad in a highly abbreviated dress that showed off to perfection the full symmetry of her well-formed legs.
Her eyes were of a deep violet hue, with long silken lashes, and she had a cute pert little nose and an adorable pouting mouth.
Her age-well, that is hard to judge, in these days of modern fashion when granny dons short dresses and bobs her hair-but I judge she was not much over seventeen, although she stoutly maintained she was fully eighteen.
Her thin, almost transparent dress hardly concealed the perfect contours of her two delicately chiselled breasts, held in tight by a slender brassiere, and the sight of these two tempting mounds of girlish flesh almost made me reach forth to squeeze them, but knowing that too much advance might frighten this tender and demure morsel I restrained myself and contented myself in making a covert survey of her girlish attractions.
Her dress, as I have stated, was very short, as was common with all girls, and as she climbed into the machine, a little of her leg above the stocking top showed. At this glimpse of her bare and glistening flesh, I felt my member throb as though touched with an electric machine.
Seated beside her in the machine, I leaned close to her and felt the magnetism of her person communicate itself to me, then instructing Joseph to drive to the address she had given, I leaned back in the seat and we slowly moved away.
Joseph, my man, who had been in my service for years, was an observing and devoted servant (of this more hereafter) and well knew what was going on in his master's mind, and did not at all exceed the speed limit, in fact proceeded less fast than at a walk, in order, as he well surmised, to give me plenty of time to carry out whatever projects I had in mind.
I passed my arm behind her head and allowing it to fall about her waist encountered not the least resistance, so boldly drawing her close to me I snuggled her in my arms and attempted to lass her on the lips.
She laughingly repulsed me, and looking significantly at Joseph, whose back was turned to us (although he could see us in the mirror before him), she shook a reproving finger at me.
I immediately reached forward and drew down the shade that obscured Joseph's view, and again passing my arms about her slender waist held her closely to me in a tight embrace, now without the least resistance on her part; she allowed me to press my lips to hers and with warm kisses I held her tight to me as her arms went around my neck.
Sliding my hand round to the front of her waist, I boldly squeezed and manipulated her breasts, allowing a finger to titillate the dormant nipple to a state of erectile hardness, and then, dropping my hand down on her leg, I slipped it up under her short skirt and moulded and caressed to the full her bare and electric thighs.
At once she drew back a bit, and made as if to stop me, but now, my yard being like a bar of iron, I pulled her back to me, and thrusting my hand right up between her thighs, I felt the bare lips of her sex and the crinkly pubic hair.
At this she lay forward on my chest, her arms about my neck, and seeing that her resistance was over, I divided the hot moist lips of her cleft, and seeking out the touchstone of her nature, by gentle and successive rubs soon had it standing and hard as if to battle an invader.
I now removed my hand for an instant, and tearing open the front of my pants, allowed my stone-hard sockaldodger to spring forth. I seized her hand and guided it to the throbbing shaft and was gratified to feel her grasp it in a firm embrace and begin to rub it slowly up and down its engorged and burning length.
The sudden magnetic touch of her tender and delicate hand on the seat of my sensations, the twining of the white, soft fingers about my shaft of love, my arrow of desire, together with the sweet, melting softness of her clinging lips, together with the soft compression of her thinly-clad body, strained tightly against my own, all conspired to send the blood leaping through my veins like molten fire, and in an access of passion I drew her roughly to me and plunged my finger, which was at the mouth of her sex, deeply up into her person almost to the second joint-which action caused her to give a little cry of pain and hurriedly draw away from me and seat herself on the far side of the car.
Her hand had dropped like a coal of fire my throbbing rod, and as I saw tears rush to her eyes, I knew that I had made a mistake, and cursing myself inwardly, quickly began apologising and begging her pardon, telling her that she had affected me too much, of my fiery nature, etc., and in a moment or two she was again snuggled to my side and my truncheon was again clasped in the soft, magnetic whiteness of her tendril-like fingers.
This time I did not do as before, but contented myself by kissing and caressing her, gently insinuating my hand again under her skirt and regaining the ground I had lost.
For some moments I contented myself with delicately moulding and squeezing her bubbies and then parting the moist lips of her little quivering slit and titillating her standing clitoris, but feeling as if the sweet compressions of her hand might cause me to spend all over her, I gently disengaged it, and pulled her astraddle my lap and pushed her dress up about her waist.
She now allowed me to do my will and, placing the head of my enlarged member against the lips of her slit, I caused her slowly to settle down upon it, and held her firmly in my arms while we began the delicious weaving dance of lust.
'Oh, oh, oh, ah-h-h!' she breathed, 'that is so, s-s-o-o-o n-i-c-e! Oh, oh, oh.' She slowly wove about on my penetrating needle. Oh, how lovely; oh, oh, oh, ah, I'm going… O-h-h-h!' And she rained down upon the head of my tempestuous rod a torrent of her vital juices.
I felt myself about to melt, and wishing to pierce her deeper, I lifted her in my arms, and placing her upon her back on the cushions of the car, with a few deep and thrilling drives, I let go my charge and felt it bubble and boil in great soul-stirring spurts within her tender and clinging vagina!
We lay for a moment in this close embrace, enjoying the sweet aftermath of a pleasant conjunction, and then taking a handkerchief, I placed it about my rod and slowly drew out of her, causing her to clasp tightly to me as if to hold me there.
I allowed the handkerchief to remain between her thighs, and drying myself I replaced my staff and pulling down her dress gathered her again in my arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
She seemed all aflutter, her pulses beating like mad, and her hand nervously went to the front of my pants, and undoing the buttons she again had my limp pintle in her embrace and she rapidly waggled it to and fro impatiently, giving little cries of irritation at its softness and kissing me frantically as if, through the contact of her lips, she wished to stimulate it to renewed hardness.