Ten days later Jim was tending horses on board a P. and O. mail steamer in the Red Sea, as head groom to the new Vice-President of Madras. He received a considerable advance in wages. I was well rid of him.
We sat close together. We spoke of the future. I explained the arrangement for my wedding and told Lord L- the date I had fixed. He willingly assented to all. He said it had his entire approval, and that Lord Endover had already written to him on the subject. We could not help feeling that we were now more than ever thrown together. The sentiment of mutual confidence had become rivetted between us. There was just a touch of sadness in his voice as he spoke of my forthcoming marriage. I thought I detected a certain feeling of jealousy in it which pained me.
'We shall always be the same to each other as we are, dear papa, shall we not? Nothing shall ever change your little girl as regards her love for you, dear.'
'My only anxiety is that no harm may befall you, my dearest child, no awkward contretemps take place before your future is assured.'
'Have no fear on that account, darling papa. All is quite safe and will continue so.'
'Where are you going, Eveline? That black silk bodice and the lace become you charmingly.'
'I was going to my bootmaker, dear papa.'
'Extravagant little puss! Why those you are wearing are lovely!'
'Do you like them? See-they do not fit badly-what do you think?'
I turned my foot about to show him. I raised my skirt sufficiently to exhibit my dainty calf in its glistening silk stocking as well.
'By heaven, my child, you tempt me frightfully.'
He caught me in his arms. He sat me on his knee. With trembling hand he fondled both boot and leg. Our lips met in a long, hot embrace.
'What is to stop you, dear papa? Certainly not your Eveline.'
His excitement increased. We were safe in his room. I was sure of him now. I wanted it so badly. He could read the flames of lust in my eyes. He drew me still closer. I put my hand on his trousers. His limb was quite stiff. It was so long since I had felt it-so long since it had had any enjoyment. His pent-up passion betrayed itself in every muscle of his face-in every movement of his nervous frame. He put me off his knee and stood before me.
'Oh, Eveline, my child-I must have you at once. We have a good chance. Oh, my God! How I long for your enjoyment; how I pant for the pleasure we shall give each other!'
His passion rose as he spoke. He threw his arms about me. I unbuttoned his trousers. I caressed his handsome limb in my new black kid glove. Papa glared at the lewd spectacle as my little hand moved slowly up and down the standing object in my grasp.
'Is this dear thing so bad, dear papa? Eveline will comfort it. It shall have all the delight it wants. We are alone. Let us do all that will give us the most pleasure.'
I put my lips to his ear. I whispered so indecent an invitation that with a low growl of lascivious frenzy he bore me towards the sofa and raised my clothes. I fell backwards. He fell upon me. I was all a-swim with longing for the incestuous encounter. I guided the shiny knob of his thing to my eager parts. The strong and erected instrument slipped voluptuously into me. He positively foamed at the mouth in his agony of enjoyment. For a few seconds no sound was heard save his stentorian breathing and the rustle of my black silk dress. My spasms became delicious. My womb seemed to open to him invitingly. His limb hardened throughout its length. He discharged with a low groan of rapture. I received every drop of his thick seed-the seed of which I was made. When he retired I kissed off the slippery exuberance of his spendings from the drooping head of his limb. I rearranged the disorder of my condition, baptized as I was in his rich sperm. I made my preparations to go out. I went alone. The cab set me down at the corner of Great Castle Street. I entered the shop of Monsieur Dalmaine. I had made an appointment with the artiste.
'Good morning, Monsieur Dalmaine. Are my new boots ready?'
'But certainly, mademoiselle! Am I not always of the most exact; besides how could I keep waiting my most beautiful client?'
'Let us try them then.'
He led me into his back room, beyond which was his atelier. I seated myself in the large chair. Dalmaine produced the boots from a glass case. He held both pairs up for my inspection. His little eyes danced with pleasure as he scrutinized the glossy black peau de chevreuil and the exquisite work of his skilled assistants.
'They appear perfect. I trust they are not too tight. Not like souliers de vingt-cinq-you know, Monsieur.'
'They are the correct fit for your lovely foot, mademoiselle. I know not your souliers de vingt-cinq. What are they?'
'They are neuf et treize et trois, Monsieur Dalmaine; consequently they are vingt-cinq.'
'Ah, mon Dieu! Not only do I discover you, it is too good! Neuf et tres etroit! Mais c'est splendide?'
He sank down at my feet. He removed my boot. He inserted my toe into the new one. I pushed my other foot against his apron. The cucumber was already in evidence. I could feel its magnificent proportions. Meanwhile, without noticing my proceeding, the Artist in Ladies' Boots became wholly absorbed in regarding the elegance and the delicate fit of his darling study. He no sooner had my foot in, than he commenced the lacing in the most exact manner, his face beaming with smiles as he drew the silk cords together. Not a sign escaped him to show that I had ever permitted any undue familiarity. Nothing marked his conduct beyond the most respectful attention to do credit to his employment.
'I think you had better put on the other boot also, please, so as to make sure there is nothing amiss.'
He trembled with delight as he beheld the pair invested duly into office. He molded them. He fondled them alternately. I pushed my right foot towards the cucumber, now evidently getting beyond control.
'Ah, chere mademoiselle, it is too much! You make me so bad! It is not possible to resist. You are so beautiful.'
He pushed his hand up my leg. He lost suddenly all his reserve. His other hand was engaged in releasing his member. He turned up my dress as carefully as if he were my own maid. I saw him fix his gaze upon my thighs. His fingers pressed on higher yet. He met with no restraint. Suddenly he bent forward, his face pressed upon my naked legs. He pushed on until his head was quite buried beneath my clothes. He found his way to the central spot of his desires. I felt him seize on the coveted spot with an exclamation of rapture. I pressed his naked limb between my feet. I parted my legs to give him room. His large tongue was now rolling upon and around my clitoris, already excited and swollen with the previous exercise papa had given it. He gave me delicious pleasure. I pressed down upon him, continually responding to his amorous caresses with renewed effusions. At length I drew back. He raised his streaming lips. He pulled aside his white apron. I saw his huge member, red-capped and shining, stiff as a bar of ivory, distended in front of him.
I gloated on the luscious morsel before me. It resembled John's. It was just as handsome. I seized on it-I fingered it all about.
'Stand up-it is my turn now.'
The excited artiste obeyed only too willingly. The stiff limb was within a few inches of my face. I examined it thoroughly. I pressed back the thick white covering skin which lay around the glistening head.
'So this is what you go 'crack' with, Monsieur Dalmaine?'
He was apparently too engrossed to reply. He glanced toward the shop door. He saw that the bolt was shot. All was quiet. He smiled.
I imprinted a moist kiss just on the little opening in the head.
'Oh, mon Dieu, mademoiselle! You will drive me to the mad!'
I repeated those moist kisses; my pointed tongue even took part in the salacious game. The cucumber acknowledged my condescension by stretching its warm length eagerly for my caresses.
I delighted to watch the voluptuous effects upon my companion. I continued my kisses-my tickling touches-I worked my little hands in unison.
With the unerring instinct of his countrymen, the Frenchman divined my intention. He still further loosened his clothing and drew back his shirt and trousers. He exposed his belly-his thick bush of hair-his large testicles, closely drawn up beneath his standing member. I noted all. I determined to gratify him to the utmost. My whole being vibrated with prurient exultation at the delicious prospect. He pushed his loins forward. My lips opened-they engulfed the head of his limb.
'Ah, quelplaisir! You are giving me the pleasure celestial.'
