'Then let me come with you! You don't know the road and you will most likely take the longest way round…'
But Mme. de Schoenfutz had galloped off as he spoke! And now I recognised why old Ovid had included the chase among his Remedies for Love! M. de Z… did not insist on following. The lady riders all dismounted quickly and crowded into carriages to drive back to the Chateau, while the men unanimously allowed them to go off unescorted while they themselves made the best of their way to T… to wait there till the rain was over and the hunt could be resumed.
'This is much jollier than with all those petticoats hanging about!' remarked F…, a woman-hating sportsman. 'Come along to T… — there's a good hotel there, a good stable, and a good billiard table on which we can have a game while we wait.'
'Sorry I can't come, old chap,' I replied, — 'I must go off to see one of the keepers about a dog. Well's meet presently.'
It had stopped raining, but the sky was more threatening than ever. My intention was not to stop at the keeper's but to get off to the Chateau and try and find Mme. de Schoenfutz, — for in such panics, it is seldom that an enterprising gallant does not have some luck, because everybody is too busy looking after himself or herself to notice what any one else is doing. So after a few minutes at the keeper's house, I galloped down a bridle path which was a short cut to the Chateau and led into the road Mme. de Schoenfutz had taken.
As I joined the road I saw some way down a lady riding slowly by herself. It was she! I soon caught her up.
'What! not home yet?' I exclaimed.
'No,' she replied. 'My horse has a stone in his hoof and I have nothing to get it out with. So I am forced to go slowly.'
I had with me the necessary implement and soon put matters right, then remounted.
'Are they all coming this way?' she asked.
'Yes, the carriages are just behind, with all the women inside them.'
'Then let us get out of their way, — for if they see me with you after the way I rushed off, they will conclude that our meeting was premeditated.'
'You are quite right! Let us ride down here.'
As soon as we had got out of sight of any one on the road, I drew alongside my fair companion and slipped my arm round her slender waist, then drawing her quickly to me I kissed her lips ardently.
'Enough!.. enough!' she exclaimed, trying to release herself, 'here comes the rain!'
'I don't mind the rain as long as I have you!' And I renewed my amorous assault, clasping her passionately against me as I kissed her furiously, darting my tongue into her mouth, squeezing her waist with one hand while the other attacked her bosom, her knees, her thighs which I felt and pressed through the cloth of her habit. So impetuous was my attack that I nearly caused her to fall off her horse.
'Oh!.. oh!.. what are you doing! — is it the storm that has made you so mad?'
'Yes!.. yes! a storm of love and desire! I am full of love's electricity, like the clouds.'
'And so you want me to be your lightning-conductor! but I thought I had become incapable of electrifying you to such an extent.'
'You know well that you are to me what no other woman can be. And if you would like a proof of your power over me…'
'As a matter of fact, folk that have known of our old liaison suspect me now to be with any one but you.'
'But you haven't answered my question! Do let us take advantage of our security! Let me prove to you that you have electrified me to the uttermost of my capacity! Will you?… may I?…'
'Well… yes I… but you're not allowing for the storm!'
As a matter of fact the rain now had begun to come down heavily, rain that clears the air but which is a horrible nuisance to an out-of-doors rendez-vous without any curtains beyond the kindly trees!
We went off at a gallop down the path. Was it never coming to an end? Soon I noticed that we were going away from our proper course, the fault of our hasty flight. I was somewhat upset by this, but said nothing. We continued to gallop. Presently a signpost came in sight, I rode up to it — the chateau was a good three miles from where we were.
'Where are we?' she asked.
'Oh, not far off.'
'Then which is the road? This way?'
Just then I caught sight of a shanty (or hut) hidden in the forest. It was a sort of hunting shelter with a lean- to for the horse's. The sight put a droll idea into my mind, — here was a nest for an amorous pair!
At all events it would be only prudent to avail ourselves of this unexpected shelter. We tied the horses under the lean-to, and forcing open the locked door we went inside. We found ourselves in a fair sized room, quite bare except for one or two straw seated chairs and a fireplace. In the ceiling there was a trap door which evidently communicated with a hay-loft.
Hardly had we entered when the rain began to come down in torrents. What we had experienced was nothing to what was now falling, a veritable deluge! I kindled a fine fire in the hearth with the debris and straw I found lying about, — then I took off my coat and hung it across the back of a chair in front of the fire. Mme. de Schoenfutz slipped out of her riding-habit and did the same.
She looked deliciously piquant as she stood thus, decollete, her pretty arms bare, with her riding-breeches, her dainty riding-boots and little man's silk hat!
I gently caught hold of her and drew her against me, — then slipped my hand under her chemisette and getting hold of one of her round full breasts, I drew it out of its hiding place and kissed it passionately. 'Suppose some one should come!' she whispered.
'Wait a moment!' I replied, and went out. I brought the horses inside, then barricaded the door, — now no one could possibly suspect our presence, for even the fire (now reduced to a glowing mass) did not throw off any smoke to call attention to human habitation.
'Now we're at home!'
Seated on a chair with Mme. de Schoenfutz on my knee, I surrendered myself to my desires! On her part she abandoned herself entirely to me, returning me kiss for kiss, laughing delightedly at the originality of our situation. She simply adored such situations! By now I had pulled both of her sweet little breasts out of her corset and was kissing them fiercely, — under my burning lips, the pretty little nipples began to swell up and get hard.
'I really believe they recognise you!' she said laughingly.
'Then what about my third little friend, the sweetest, the sauciest, the wickedest of them all!' — and my fingers unbuttoned the front of her biding breeches and slipped inside!
'It's an odd sensation,' I remarked maliciously 'to find a cunt inside a man's breeches!' And my happy hand set to work to caress and play with the sweet feminine hairs it found, then stole between a pair of soft plump satin-like thighs which it felt and handled, — and then my finger made its way into a certain opening already warm and moist and commenced to play on her little quivering clitoris!..
As her pleasure crept over her, my pretty companion began to become sweetly agitated. Her hand stole towards me; I delightedly guided it. Quickly unbuttoning my trousers I helped her to drag out what she was seeking and what she now had got hold of!
'Just suppose that you had found something like this when you put your hand inside, my riding breeches!' she remarked laughingly.
'What an idea!'
'He recognises me, I'm sure! He wants to see his old friend!'
The way in which we had placed ourselves was not propitious or convenient for the prosecution of our adventures. True pleasure demands horizontal position, — and I, at all events, consider that one only cheats Venus if one sacrifices to her in the odd positions which are only allowable when there is absolutely no help for it. So instead of making her sit astride on my knees (as she seemed to expect) I suggested that I should climb into the hayloft to see whether we could not build for ourselves a more comfortable nest up there.
The ladder was rather rickety, — however I got up all right. The loft was full of hay, sweet-swelling. I quickly persuaded Mme. de Schoenfutz to join me, — but as the ladder was a little short for her I had some little difficulty
