did not think favorably of him. Almost every girl had a lover; but when they talked of them among themselves, I only listened. Had this man pressed the least bit in making his desires known, I would have fallen an easy victim. Of this I am sure.
I recall one night in particular. I might mention here that he was a splendid-looking man, not a day over fifty, tall and well formed. He had asked me to dine with him that night, and I had accepted.
The place he chose was notorious for its ribald parties, but I didn't mind; I was in rather a strange mood that night. As is customary on such occasions, we occupied a private dining room. This room, besides having the necessary table and chairs, contained an inviting couch. I happened to be wearing a very becoming dress. At that time, if you will recall, the women were going in for the extreme in decollete and were trying to out rival each other-or so it seemed-in indecent exposure. Because it was quite the proper thing, I was also wearing a decollete gown that revealed both my breasts and quite a bit below them.
We enjoyed a delightful repast. Also, we consumed a considerable amount of wine, and it wasn't long before I began feeling rather frisky. Shortly after finishing our meal, we adjourned to the aforementioned couch. This couch, as everyone knows, was there for but one purpose, and I wasn't so sure that I didn't want to put it to its destined use.
Then, too, he seemed more caressing than I had ever seen him; my lips weren't enough for him and he was soon passing his lips over my naked titties, kissing and sucking the nipples like a true lover. That was as far as I had ever allowed a man to go before that night, but that particular evening I felt randy, and I made not the slightest effort to resist him as he laid me over against the pillows with which the couch seemed covered.
At this point, he took hold of my ankle and toyed with it; I knew what was coming but I didn't stop him, and soon his hand was working its way up my leg and thigh. He even slipped his fingers into the lacy drawers I was wearing and toyed with the curls there. Why I didn't put a stop to all this I don't know; I do know, however, that his fingers felt lovely as they toyed with my burning cunt, and it wasn't ‘till he attempted to press his face between my thighs that I called a halt, and only then because I had gone off twice. I was weak after that and I am sure that, had he pressed his advantage a little more, I would have willingly accepted his cock, which even then was sticking from his trousers. He had taken it out with the hope that he would be allowed to slip it into me.
To his everlasting credit, he did not force me; he simply took it for granted that I did not wish it at that time, and though the man never got another chance like that, his presents never stopped coming to me. As he said, “He lived in hope.'
Now I shall tell you of that strange experience I had and let you judge for yourself just what temptations lay in wait for a girl.
The night I have in mind, I received a basket of flowers. Strangely enough, I hadn't sung that night, so I couldn't account for its reception. In the basket, well hidden, was a letter. It was addressed to me. There being no longer any doubt that it was intended for me, I opened it. It was a request that I have dinner with the sender. In still another part of the basket, I found a long slender box. Upon opening it, I found it contained a necklace of very fine pearls. Wondering why anyone would send me such a valuable present, I put the matter up to one of the girls.
'You're a lucky devil,” she said after reading the letter.
'Lucky?” I asked.
'Lucky is right. Why couldn't I get an offer like that from the old duffer!” She seemed peeved at what she believed was her ill luck.
'Tell me about it,” I prompted her. “What does one have to do?'
'That's where the funny part comes in,” she smiled. “All the old geezer wants is some peeing!'
'Peeing?” I asked, mystified.
She nodded. “I know a dozen different girls he's had out to his place, but I've never been lucky enough to get asked; I guess he doesn't like my kind.
'But tell me,” I insisted, “What, exactly, does one have to do?'
She patted me on the shoulder. “Listen, dearie, if you turn down this offer, you're a far bigger fool than I could possibly think! Go ahead, you lucky devil!” And with that, she turned and left me.
I might have asked someone else; I wanted to know something more about this “peeing” business, but there seemed no one else there who knew very much about him.
The letter said that he (the writer) occupied the number two box, and to avoid mistakes, he was wearing a yellow flower in his buttonhole. It also instructed me on how to join him outside the theater. I was to enter a certain carriage, which I would find at the exit. Here I would find him waiting, and he would explain his wishes.
I had little time in which to make up my mind. The play was almost over, and I had to decide quickly. Going to the little peephole through which the players were able to see out without being seen, I searched the box in question, and there he sat. Naturally, with the theater in semidarkness, I couldn't see very well, but from what I could make out, he didn't look very dangerous. Then, too, I was to talk with him, in his carriage, and if I didn't care for his proposal, I wasn't obliged to go with him. Anyway I looked at it, the affair had the promise of a thrilling experience.
As was the habit with me, I made up my mind quickly. I would go, just for the novelty of the thing!
Following his instructions to the letter, I left the theater and entered the carriage that was waiting at the exit. Sure enough, the gentleman was within and waiting for me.
'You are prompt, my dear,” were his first words, “and I am very grateful to you. You will find me a gentleman, so you need have no fear of me. Rest assured I shall treat you with every consideration.'
'I am sure of that,” I answered, by way of starting a conversation.
Little was said by either of us, however, as the carriage moved through the city, and it wasn't until we had entered a very beautiful villa that he made any suggestion as to what I might expect. Indeed, we were seated at the table and had sampled the delicious foods and the splendid wines before he enlightened me.
Then, quite nonchalantly I thought, he told me that he cared nothing whatever for women; that is, he cared nothing for them in a sexual sense. Only certain women appealed to him strongly, but in another sense altogether.
I must have appealed strongly to him for he went into the business at once. Rising from the table, he stepped to a closet and brought out a white dress. With almost the same motion, he produced a purse and laid it beside the dress.
'In the purse there are one thousand marks,” he said, “and they shall be yours if you will don this dress and do my bidding, acting as if you were my dutiful wife. You have nothing whatever to fear from me. I admit my request is a strange one, but since I have given my word that nothing will happen to you which might harm you in any possible way, I will be delighted if you will assist me by doing your simple part that I might enjoy myself in the only way I can. Will you do this?'
Really, I was thrilled. I had become reconciled to being alone with him; I could see nothing in his manners which might lead me to believe him insane and, in truth, I was beginning to get a real thrill out of it already. Besides, I would have something really spicy to tell my friends!
'Very, well,” I answered, “I promise to go through with it providing I might rest assured that you will not whip or hit me or molest me in any way.'
He nodded his agreement, then said, “You will find your task simple, indeed. Go into this room,” he said pointing to a door, “and remove all your clothing. Then you are to dress in this costume. You will find slippers and stockings to match the dress in the room. Put them on. But remember, you are to wear nothing but the dress, slippers, and stockings.'
Without further ado, I picked up the dress and entered the room in question. He held the door open for me and closed it, telling me to return as soon as I had changed.
I heard the door click shut behind me. It was too late to back out now. I hurried out of my clothes. Then, before dropping my last garment, I nervously looked all about but could find nothing amiss. In fact, it was nothing but a beautiful bedroom with a dresser, chairs, and a wardrobe that contained many other garments-to say nothing of an endless assortment of slippers and stockings. These seemed to be a weakness with the old boy, I thought.
Choosing a pair of each suitable to my feet and legs, I sat down to put them on. Suddenly, a strange feeling that I wanted to make water came over me. This I thought unduly strange, for I had attended to my wants before
