“I think it will go on all right,” he murmured. “But I am not quite certain-you have such lovely curves here. We must not risk tearing this lovely web-I must see- just for an instant to compare…”
“With one quick movement he raised her skirt into her lap. She exclaimed ashamedly-starting to rise-and then she sank back again. And now the two lovely legs were stretched out side by side-one naked and the other stockinged more than half way up the exquisitely white, rounded thigh.
“That Mr. Bliss reveled in the beauty of the sight was obvious. He smoothed the wholly nude thigh. He fingered with delight the soft skin above the stocking which was still in place.
“Ohh-but… please!” stammered Mrs. Tasker, opening her blue eyes and half rising from her chair. “I'm- I'm so afraid you're forgetting-that this is… just a joke — between friends.”
“He pushed her back gently, as if, even in his growing excitement, he realized that he was now master of the game — for the agitation of the woman in her indecent exposure was very clear.
“I'll hurry,” he promised, “as fast as this delicate silk will let me…”
“Pull down my skirt!” she begged.
“He did so grudgingly. And he contrived to slip the very shapely bare foot and leg into the silken mesh of the stocking-once more thrusting his hands far underneath her skirt as soon as it became necessary.
“And now, Doris,” he said, “we must see the effect!”
“He raised the skirt once more — and exhibited the lovely limbs in their contrasting apparel. 'Just look!' he cried admiringly. 'I'm sure you will like the effect'.”
Doris Tasker sat up. She tried bashfully to pull down her skirt. Determinedly he lifted it again-calling her own attention to the stocking through whose sheer mesh the lovely thigh and leg shone whitely.
“Ohh!” she cried delightedly. “It is lovely-isn't it- George?”
“It is!” he assented. “It is worthy of wearing such an exquisite sheath of silk and pearls'.'
“Ohh-silly… I meant that the stocking was lovely — not the leg,” she explained. “I feel like a queen in stockings such as these!”
“If you wore the stockings… and nothing else-you would be more than regal!” he muttered thickly. “Oh! Doris, you're lovely beyond words!”
I think his loss of composure gave her an assurance she had lacked until now. Any woman, in the presence of a masculine desire of that kind, is likely to feel herself the stronger of the two, unless…
And Rose gave her companion an apologetic glance, “Unless the man simply crushed her beneath his will and strength,” she concluded.
He smiled at her. “No woman is worth taking-except quite casually-save as a subdued and palpitating captive,” he stated.
“Ohh… not-not as a companion?” quavered Rose. “Not as one who would be so-so loving-and grateful… if she were allowed to feel herself as a comrade-as well as just a plaything?”
“The child and the parent may be comrades,” he stated.
“But the woman should feel herself to be both subjected and obedient-for she will have-if she learns to care for the man, the consoling knowledge that she is quite irreplaceable to him-that wives and mistresses abound but that voluptuous serfs are rare.”
Glancing up at him shyly, Rose considered this. She sighed softly, and leaned against him.
“You left Mrs. Tasker in a rather parlous state-for the chaste wife of a minister,” he reminded her.
“Well-I was surprised,” Rose continued. “For she was so entranced by the vision of her beautiful limb thus clad that she seemed as if hypnotized. And she was childlike in her desire to see both legs thus adorned.
“Clutching her light skirt at her crotch so as to make more unseemly exposures impossible, she allowed both her legs to remain exposed to their summits. She quivered a little as he persistently caressed her silken skin in taking off her other stocking-but when he had replaced it with the other Parisian sheating she could not hide her delight at the effect.
“Standing now-maintaining her skirt at the peak of her thighs-she gazed downward and admired the new marvels that she wore. I think that she was intoxicated with her pleasure. For although she was normally a modest and quite refined woman, she made him now a concession which was far more serious than she had expected.
“She gave a silvery exclamation of delight when he softly whispered that she should have all six pairs of stockings if she would grant him a favor-'four kisses for an old and affectionate friend.'
“She assented with a quick nod. And as he rose, she had a coquettish little smile for him as she let his mouth take her lovely lips. He was wily enough not to prolong that kiss unduly, or to put too much fervor into it. As their mouths were parted once more, nevertheless, her color was vivid-and she was sighing softly.
“He dropped to his knees again. She looked at him with a questioning gaze-and then, as he raised her skirt-she littered a whispered protest.
“But I have three kisses coming…” he explained.
“Ohh… but-I thought, of course-” she stammered, “that you meant-on my lips?”
“There were no such restrictions mentioned,” he replied. “One just above each stocking top is my thought, Doris, you lovely creature.”
“Her own fine eyes were again on the superb stockings as she humored Mm in this. He gave her the skirt to hold — and he pressed long, ardent kisses on her snowy nudities just above the stocking tops. And so long were these new hose that his hot lips were pressed to her velvety flesh almost at the juncture of her thighs.”
“And now the last one!” he said huskily.
“But… but where?” she stammered bewilderedly.
“Here-right here… you delicious darling!” he said in a hoarse whisper.
Still mechanically holding up her skirt, the charming Mrs. Tasker literally staggered on her feet. For his head had been thrust swiftly beneath the scanty while silk that fell about her crotch. I saw his fingers seek frenziedly to unbutton whatever obstacle was there, and then his hot mouth was glued to the very centre of her lovely cunt.
Doris Tasker wailed aloud. Her face was raised to the ceiling. It was aflame-and all her features were working convulsively. She was unable to speak-or even to remove his vampire mouth. She shuddered with a voluptuous ecstasy and she displayed a blazing, incredulous rapture so great that it was clear that she had never imagined such a caress was possible.
In her fearful perturbation she had unwittingly lifted her skirt still higher. The hanker had, as I imagined, unfastened her undies. Her sexual regions were entirely bared. His lips were hotly pressed upon the upper part of her delicate slit. His face was pressing down, striving eagerly for a deeper penetration between the gloriously naked legs.
The woman cried out hysterically. I saw the groove of ruddy gold in which his face was resting rise and fall with the palpitation of her flesh. Her legs involuntarily parted — admitting his lips now to all the delicate flesh of her rosy cleft…
Rejoicing in this exposure of all her secrecies, the man withdrew his face for a second to admire her splendid nude body. I saw-with him-the dainty carmine of an excited slit-begging to be caressed.
He plunged down again. He kissed madly. I saw his hot tongue emerge to participate in this frenzied caress.
“Almighty God!” gasped the distracted Doris, as she fell backwards and collapsed into the chair behind her.
“And so she escaped him-did she?” queried Francis. “I always had an idea that the only use he ever had for a girl was to treat her like a ripe fruit-and suck out her juices.”
“Oh! He could have done more,” whispered Rose embarrassed to blushing. “I can assure you that he-his- thing… stuck out finely-when he was kissing her… there…!”
“Learn to speak plainly,” he bade her. “If you mean to say that his prick was stiff while he kissed her cunt, then come out with it!”