It is not often that a man gets a chance of seeing a modest woman in a state of complete nudity. I do not think many married men ever see their wives quite naked. Now Miss Martin was a modest woman; she had never been seen nude by any man but her husband-perhaps he had never seen her-and she would be perfectly unconscious that she was being looked at by a man. The whole thing would be delicious! After dinner, I played a few games of billiards, and then went back to my chambers, where I read and smoked until it was time to go to bed.
Next day, punctually at a quarter to two o’clock, I arrived at the house, and on entering the drawing-room found Frances there with the camera, and all the rest of the paraphernalia, in readiness for taking the photographs. We kissed; then we looked at each other and burst out laughing. After chatting a few minutes, we heard a knock at the door of the house. “There she is,” said Frances, her eyes sparkling with merriment. “Now get behind the curtain. You shall see some fun.” I took up my position; then she left the room. There was an easy-chair in the alcove, so I sat down and amused myself with a paper I had brought with me. In about twenty minutes, the door was opened, and the two ladies came into the room, laughing and joking with each other; and at once began to get the plates ready. As they tripped about the room, making their final preparations, I saw that they had nothing on but their chemises and wrappers; their bare feet were cased in velvet slippers; and their long hair was flowing loose over their shoulders down to their waists.
When everything was fixed up, Frances slipped a plate into the camera, and said, laughing: “Now we will take two full length photographs of each other: one shall be a front view, and the other a back view. I will operate first; so strip, and take your place.”
Laughing merrily, Miss Martin kicked off her slippers, removed her wrapper, and pulled off her chemise: then, stark naked, she placed herself in front of the camera, standing in a graceful attitude. She was two years older than Frances, and about an inch taller; and also mote largely built in every way. She was what is generally called a “fine woman.” Her skin was smooth, and of a delicate creamy dm, which shone in the bright daylight like polished ivory. Her arms were round and well shaped. She had a full, deep bosom, with large, round, firm-looking bubbies, tipped with big, erect, bright red nipples, which were surrounded by a ring of dark olive-coloured skin. Her hips were very wide, and her belly was broad and unwrinkled. Her cunt was completely hidden under a luxuriant growth of long, soft, brown hair, which extended between her thighs, and also covered the lower part of her belly.
I had never before seen such a thick “fleece” on an Englishwoman. The front view was quickly taken; and as soon as Frances had put a fresh plate into the camera, Miss Martin turned round, and presented the back part of her body to the lens, and also to my admiring eyes. I like looking at a naked woman!
Her shoulders were broad, and sloping, her back had a graceful curve, and she had fine loins. Her bottom was worth looking at; and as my eyes roved over its swelling contours, I said to myself: “What a bottom for a whipping!” It was very large and plump, with broad, well-rounded cheeks touching each other closely the whole length of the division. Her big thighs were well-formed, her legs were shapely; and she had neat ankles and pretty feet.
When the governess’s “back settlements” had been successfully photographed; she put her wrapper on her naked body, and took her place behind the camera.
Frances then stripped, and was photographed, back and front, by Miss Martin.
As Frances had promised to show me some fun, I was curious to see what she would do next; for I had a shrewd idea that the taking of the photographs was merely an introduction to the seance,
The little game was soon begun. She got a tape measure, and going up to Miss Martin, said laughingly: “Take off your wrapper, and then we will measure ourselves all over, so as to find out exactly how much taller and bigger you are than I.”
Miss Martin seemed much amused with the idea, and she at once threw off her wrapper. Then the two naked women stood bottom to bottom and measured their respective heights; Frances being five feet five inches, and the governess: five feet six inches.
Then, laughing and turning each other round; they measured their arms, and thighs and legs; and their busts, waists, and hips. While they were thus engaged, I was able to make a fair comparison of the charms of the two ladies.
Miss Martin’s cream-tinted skin was pretty, but it did not please me so well as the lily-white skin of Frances. I preferred the slight shading of curly, golden hair on Frances’ cunt to the thick growth of straight brown hair which hid Miss Martin’s slit That lady had a fine bosom, a grand bottom, and well-made limbs; and altogether her figure was good; but it was not so good as that of Frances.
Again, Miss Martin, though a graceful woman, was not so graceful in all her movements as Frances. And to sum up, I may say that both women were fine specimens of different types of ripe feminine beauty. But in my opinion, Frances had a more thoroughbred look than the governess.
After completing their measurements, they stood face to face, closely inspecting each other’s charms; and the whiteness of Frances’ skin seemed to attract Miss Martin! She laid her hand on Frances’ bosom saying: “What a beautiful white skin you have got I wish mine was like it”
Frances laughed. She was very proud of her alabaster-like skin; but she said:-untruthfully, I thought-“Oh, I think the tint of your skin is prettier than mine!” Then she put her left arm round the governess’s waist and gave it a squeeze, at the same time feeling her bubbles, and pinching the big red nipples with her right hand; saying: “I admire your titties very much.” The governess smiled, started slightly, and her eyes began to shine, but she made no remark. Frances next put her hand on the lower part of Miss Martin’s belly and played with the hair; twining the long locks round her fingers; remarking: “What lovely long hair you have got here! I never saw anything like it before, on any woman.”
Then she began to tickle the “spot” with her forefinger. A strong tremor passed over the governess from head to foot: her breath came and went; her big titties rose and fell; her face grew flushed, and her eyes sparkled; and suddenly throwing her arms round Frances, she kissed her on the lips, exclaiming in a hot whisper: “Oh! Mrs. Markham, you are exciting me awfully! Oh! how I wish you were a man!”
Frances embraced her; and the two women clung to one another; each one grasping with both hands the cheeks of the other’s bottom; their bosoms touched closely, and they rubbed their bellies together; the hair of their cunts mingling, while they kissed each other on the lips.
Poor Miss Martin was evidently full of desire for a male; but Frances was perfectly cool: she was merely playing with the governess; partly out of devilment, and partly to amuse me.
After a few seconds, she pushed her companion to the sofa and extended her upon it on her back: then, acting the part of the “man,” she stretched out Miss Martin’s legs, and separating the lips of her cunt, inspected the pink orifice; saying with a little laugh: “Why, the passage is almost dosed up!”
Next, she got on top of her, and clasped her hands under her bottom. Then the pair went through all the motions of a man and woman poking. Frances worked her bottom up and down, pushing her cunt at each stroke against Miss Martin’s cunt; while that lady moved her bottom in the feminine way. And I think she must have spent: for I saw a queer look come in to her eyes, and a slight quiver passed over her. She was evidently quite ignorant of “tribadism,” and everything of that sort. Frances, had she liked, might have enlightened her. But she did not After a moment, the woman sat up. Frances was still cool and collected; but Miss Martin was not, and was palpitating. She blushed, and exclaimed: “Oh, dear me! What have we been doing! I’m afraid we’ve been very naughty. It was nice, but very unsatisfactory, and tantalizing. Oh! I would give anything at this moment to be in the arms of a vigorous man!”
I felt very much inclined to step out and offer myself.
After a moment, she went on: “Do you not miss your husband very much at night, Mrs. Markham?”
“I can’t say I do,” replied Frances demurely; but glancing up at the curtains, with a twinkle in her eye. She knew that in a very short time she would have a “husband” on top of her.
“I am surprised to hear that. You seem to be of a warm disposition,” observed Miss Martin.
Frances laughed, remarking: “I think you also, have a warm temperament.”
“Yes,” said the governess. “Unfortunately for myself, I have, I often find it very hard to keep straight-”
“It «very hard for us widows,” said Frances, sighing, as if she was really lamenting the difficulty of keeping straight.
Miss Martin continued: “I would get married again if I were a widow. But I have never heard of my husband’s death; and he said he would come back some day. Though if he does, I will not live with him. He is a bad man, and he treated me shamefully.”
“But,” she added shyly, after a little pause; “he was a strong man, and he used to embrace me most
