Sure enough, glancing out to the middle of the stream, Caroline beheld two youths merrily disporting themselves in the cool water. Apparently tired of fishing, they had decided to go swimming instead and, thinking themselves unobserved, had taken to the water au naturel.
“Come away from here, young lady,” sharply remarked Caroline, although she herself was considerably moved by the sight of the handsome young men thus playing in the water; their leapings and friskings about occasionally gave the interested young ladies on the bank a sight of their pendent members, shrunken and shriveled as they were by the watery contact.
Caroline would brook no opposition by the stubborn Freda, but dragged her hence. “Suppose those boys should see us, silly?” she remarked. “Or suppose uncle or one of the servants would find us here, peeping at two naked boys! Why, we would be shamed to death! Let us go back to the garden immediately.” And dragging the reluctant Freda behind her, Caroline made her way back to the lake and sank down beside it on the grass.
As the two girls reclined on the green velvety lawn, they were approached by Montgomery, who had come into the garden for a breath of air. Caroline felt a blush mantling her cheeks as she remembered the incidents connected with her first meeting with the young man; a thrill shot through her as she thought of the length and thickness of his manly rod, now concealed beneath his clothing.
Approaching the two girls, he introduced himself, saying, “My name is Montgomery; I am Lord Roxboro's new valet and I presume you are his two lovely nieces.”
“We are,” replied Freda, in a matter-of-fact tone, although giving the prepossessing young man a close scrutiny, as in fact she did all men. “This is my sister, Caroline. We hope you like it here.”
“I was just walking about the grounds to familiarize myself with the place,” remarked Montgomery. “His lordship is asleep in the library and I have a few minutes time.”
“Perhaps you would like for us to walk around with you,” replied Caroline with an arch look.
“Oh,” replied he, “I am sure I would enjoy that immensely.”
Thereupon the three started out and made a tour of the grounds, Caroline carefully avoiding the river where the two boys were bathing.
In following out one of the paths, they came to the edge of the estate. Caroline, advancing to the edge of the depression, peered over, and Montgomery, as though fearing she might slip and fall over the edge, placed a restraining arm about her waist and pressed her to him as though to protect her from a fall.
Freda, all eyes, advanced to the very edge of the ravine and Montgomery, of course, encircled her slight waist with his other arm. The child leaned heavily against this protecting and comforting embrace, and Montgomery, drawing both of the girls back, cautioned them not to lean over such a depth.
“One slip,” he warned seriously, “and you would be dashed to the depths below! I am sure your uncle would be very vexed should he know in what manner you exercise your curiosity, and for your own safety I recommend that you observe the view from a safer vantage point.”
“Oh, bother uncle,” cried Freda crossly, now that the strong arm of the protecting male was removed from her body. “I am sure, Montgomery, that you will not be a tattletale and tell uncle what we are up to! I am sure if we want to do something, we can take care of ourselves!” and with this the minx gave Montgomery a rather roguish look.
“Oh, never fear,” replied Montgomery. “I am not going to tell your uncle on you; but this place is dangerous and surely there must be other points of interest which will stand inspection.”
Caroline remarked, “I understand there are some caves in the cliff below, which are full of stalactites and are said to be very beautiful; I should like very much to explore them, if it is possible. Uncle was telling me about them the other day.”
“Oh, fine!” cried Freda. “Let's do so immediately; we can climb down here and go and see the caves.”
Montgomery, however, vetoed the suggestion. “I fear you are too hasty, young lady. In the first place, your uncle probably wouldn't approve, and you are hardly dressed to go exploring caves. Furthermore, we should probably need some lights or candles as it isn't likely there would be enough light in the caves to see anything, so we will have to make some preparations and also gain your uncle's consent before we could make such an excursion.”
“Oh,” said Caroline, somewhat stirred by the suggestion that the caves might be dark, “I don't think we need arouse uncle; perhaps we could go and change our clothing and you, Montgomery, could procure some candles. We will meet here in fifteen minutes and then we can do our exploring; I am sure uncle wouldn't mind, and besides, we don't want to waken uncle simply to ask his permission.”
Accordingly, the two girls departed for the house, and in about fifteen minutes returned, dressed in outing clothes of rough tweed, although still retaining their silken stockings. Meanwhile Montgomery had procured a supply of candles and some rope and awaited the girls at the edge of the precipice.
The trio started out in search of a path by which to descend to the bottom. At length they perceived a spot that promised a means of descent to the bottom of the gulf. Montgomery led the way down, slipping and sliding at times, but without any great danger of falling, occasionally turning to warn the two girls when negotiating some particularly rough or stony spot. His solicitude was not entirely for the girl's safety, although that was real enough; but in addition, by keeping his eye on the two maidens who were following him down the steep declivity, he was frequently rewarded with glimpses of secret feminine charms as the two lassies clambered downward over the sharp rocks; Caroline's slit drawers frequently revealed a delightful vista of her mossy cleft while Freda, although wearing closed drawers, revealed her underclothing stretched to the bursting point by the soft flesh of her plump posterior and lovely thighs.
At length the trio reached the bottom of the ravine, through which flowed a tiny brooklet. Walking a few steps, they noted a hole in the precipice, which seemed to be the entrance to one of the caves they were seeking.
Climbing up to the entrance, they peered within but could see nothing but inky darkness. “Perhaps I had better do a little exploring before you venture in,” remarked Montgomery; so, bidding the girls await his return, he lit a candle and stepped into the cave. In a moment the light of his candle was blotted out in the darkness, he having apparently passed beyond a comer. In a few moments he returned, however, announcing that everything seemed to be all right, and furnishing the girls with lighted candles, he led the way into the grotto.
Freda, impatient as usual, was for rushing into the darkness of the cave, but was restrained by Montgomery, who warned her she might either fall and hurt herself, or perhaps plunge into some crevice or abyss in the floor of the cavern.
However, his prick was stirring in his trousers, and seeing an opportunity for a little pleasure, after warning Freda to be extremely careful as to where she walked, he permitted her to go on ahead, he and Caroline following more slowly.
Caroline quickly noted an opportunity for some excitement, her randy nature excited by the surrounding darkness and privacy of their surroundings, and feared no interruption from the inquisitive Freda, who was too interested in the mysteries of her excursion; her hand reached over to the front of Montgomery's trousers and, as she had expected, immediately grasped his hard, stiff rammer, which had been knocking at the restraining clothing for several minutes. She quickly unbuttoned the front of the man's clothing, and his great tool leaped out, rampant and throbbing. Her fingers closed about it and she began to frig it back and forth, uncapping the bursting red head, the hot touch of her eager fingers thrilling the man to his core. His own hand slipped up behind the girl, lifting her dresses, his fingers caressing her buttocks. Spreading her legs widely apart, Caroline stood, permitting his busy fingers to explore and titillate her burning cleft while she tightly clutched and worked the skin back and forth on his raging prick.