Parisian Frolics

CHAPTER 3

On a warm summer morning, a young lady of elegant appearance was strolling in a pretty park, selecting the narrower paths when possible and every now and then looking behind her over her shoulder as if she was on the way to some love-tryst and feared that she might be followed. As a matter of fact she was being followed by a gentleman who did not lose sight of her for a single minute as he slipped along, hiding himself in the brushwood like an Indian in a jungle!

My fair readers, do I hear you say, what is he going to relate to us? — a scene of jealousy? — a husband surprising his wife just as she is about to enjoy with the sweet help of her lover a supplement to the monotonous conjugal attentions? Oh no I Please be reassured! Should anything drip it certainly won't be blood, — and if you should be affected by the fortune of our heroine it will be only with the most delicious of emotions!

The young lady quietly made her way to a sort of summer-house, then after a final look round she picked up her skirts (thereby revealing prettily shod feet and shapely calves), pressed through the surrounding herbage to the door, opened it quickly and disappeared within.

Sic vos non vobis…

For it was no other than myself who was thus taking a share in this adventure, a poacher in conjugal preserves!

Since I first met Mme. de Baisieux in Paris and obtained an introduction to her, and above all at the Chateau de C… when kind fortune had made us guests together, I had made assiduous siege to her with a certain hope of success as her husband was away on a long sea trip. But up to date I had been frustrated, — and now my want of success seemed to be explained, the place I desired was already occupied!

I thought of withdrawing, but I wished first to make certain of the position; and may I confess that I was also seized with the desire of being a spectator of the piquant scene which no doubt was about to take place and which would finally and convincingly show me the uselessness of further pursuit.

"How shocking!" my lady readers will no doubt exclaim! Well, perhaps so, but I ask them to deal not too hardly with me in a matter of curiosity!

Thereupon I sought for the means of seeing without being seen. A little garret-window afforded me the desired assistance, and through it I obtained a view of the interior, full of hay, a suitable furnishing to a rustic boudoir. Mme. de Baisieux was still alone; after having carefully closed the door, she seemed to De choosing a suitable spot for the sacrifice. I held my breath in my absorbed attention, quivering at the idea of being able to witness the scene which the principal actress was preparing against the arrival of the leading actor. Only I could not understand why she had so carefully fastened the door!

As soon as she had found a suitable place, Mme. de Baisieux seated herself, took out of her pocket a little book and hurriedly turned over the pages. At last she seemed to find what she was seeking. Forcing the book open so that she could easily hold it so in one hand, she stretched herself out voluptuously, supported herself on her elbow, — while her disengaged hand…

My dear lady readers, have you guessed? Need I draw a curtain over a picture which you all must recognise? Will you not prefer to take a naughty peep at the sin your sister is about to commit?

This hand with a graceful movement raised her dress and the white petticoats beneath it. In consequence of the heat, she had not put on any drawers, and so my eager eyes were able to travel delightedly over all the charms I so ardently coveted but which so far I did not possess! And all I saw only inflamed me all the more, — for her charming

exterior had not lied and her naked person was all and more than all I anticipated would be found under her clothes. All was rounded, plump! Above the dainty shoe came a slender shapely leg with a delicately rounded calf, a neat knee, then higher up a thigh underlined prettily by her blue garter, — the whole issuing from out of a wave of lace frillings! A fold of her chemise had dropped and so hid the part to which her hand had stolen! It was a living representation of Boilly's picture "midi" only with all the movement in it!

So far I had never been privileged to witness this solitary feminine pastime! It was therefore with strangely concentrated attention that I followed every movement of her hand — as it first began to rove from one end to the other of her slit, sweetly and caressingly, as if to gently flatter and excite the deity it sought to tame.

She read a few lines, — then her movements quickened! There was a gentle tremble, as if a tremolo was being executed on the charming instrument on which she was playing, — then quicker, and still more quickly… The book slipped out of her hand… her body and her head fell back… her eyes half closed, showing the whites… while her lips half opened, displaying her pearly teeth…

Between her widely extended legs her hand continued its tender gymnastics. She jerked her stomach upwards in violent up-heavings, which allowed me momentary glances of blond clustering hairs, but not of the dainty tickling finger which had been entrusted with the delicate mission of awaking and exciting the sources of her pleasure… Ah! now it was over… the delicious crisis had come and gone!

Mme. de Baisieux raised herself, put the precious book into her pocket, brushed the dust off her garments, inspected herself in a pocket mirror, — and satisfied with the result, slipped prudently and cautiously away.

I quitted my peep-hole in a state of excitement more easily understood than described. My brain seethed with fresh desires and with them the hope of being able to enjoy them in the company of her whom I coveted, all the more so as it was evident now that she had no means of obtaining for herself a more solid and satisfactory way of solace.

I made a long round in the park timing myself so as to meet her on one of the pathways where she was amusing herself with plucking wild flowers. The action was natural enough as was our meeting, nevertheless she blushed, — for a woman will betray herself thus under such conditions. And she was not any more at her ease when I remarked that she was looking pale and tired. All the evening, I harped on this theme, leading her to think that I suspected her of having kept an amorous rendez-vous, a teasing she accepted in good temper in the impression that she had completely thrown me off the scent as to her real occupation of the morning. Nevertheless, it was many days before she went out by herself. Was this the result of distrust, or prudence, — or was she able to solace herself in the house? I learnt the truth later on; the poor girl occupied a room that communicated with that of the lady who owned the house, her aunt, — and it was a regular school-girl's room in which she had no privacy whatever; hence her visits to the summer house.

The recollection of my delicious vision was always with me.

I dearly would have loved to have witnessed again the charming scene, to plan so that I could turn up at precisely the right moment, — at all evens to get a chance of a talk with her by ourselves!

One day, the owner of a neighbouring estate invited the gentlemen of our party to his place for some rabbit shooting. I loved the sport, but what were my feelings of regret that I had accepted the invitation, when I saw that Mme. de Baisieux, straw-hatted, was on the point of going out by herself while we were filing our cartridge pouches! Hardly had we started, when I pretended that I had forgot mine (as a mere pretence for getting back to the house).

"We'll lend you some," my friends exclaimed.

"They won't do," I explained, — "I use number 12."

"I believe I saw the gentleman place his cartridge pouch in the wagon," said a servant.

The gentleman had carefully taken them out again quietly!

"Shall we wait for you?"

"No, no, — I'll follow on foot. Begin without me. You may as well take my gun along with yours though."

Off they all went! And now for the park!

The summer-house had its back on the wall of the roadway. I took the quickest cut to it by not entering the park by the side gate, and soon I was at the gable end. Perhaps Mme. de Baisieux had already begun to… to…! In a desperate hurry, I scrambled over the wall and jumped down on the other side.

Crack went something! Oh, bad luck! A confounded nail had caught in my breeches and had ripped one leg open from waistband to knee! And I wasn't wearing drawers! What was I to do!

Just then, I caught sight of Mme. de Baisieux at the foot of the little slope on which the summer-house stood, evidently making her way to it. She was leading her little cousin by the hand, from which I came to the conclusion that she did not propose to day to satisfy the cravings of sexual desire.-I was rather pleased than otherwise, for now I could slip in and hide there till the evening or until I managed in some way to mend my torn breeches.

So in I slipped, and was hardly among the bundles of hay and certainly not full of voluptuous ideas, when the door suddenly opened, and I saw Mme. de Baisieux enter, leaving the little child outside.

"Don't you come in," she said, — "I'm going to see if there are any rats here and to kill them. So don't come in, for they may bite you."

"Don't be long, cousin!"

"No, no." And she set to work to find the spot she occupied on the last occasion.

I had taken off my breeches and I had them in my hand, greatly embarrassed. Here was the much desired tete-a-tete, and a stupid accident was preventing me from benefiting by it! But the sight of Mme. de Baisieux, looking more charming than ever inspired me with the most voluptuous ideas and re-animated my somewhat chilled desires and gave me the necessary audacity that the situation demanded. The recollection of the charms which I could still imagine under her clothes and which I perhaps was again going to see in their lovely nudity soon produced on me the effect that no pretty woman can help producing on any man worthy of the name. Rather than appear after the conclusion of the little play she was preparing for herself (and which would make her the of shame if she thought I had been a spectator of her actions) I showed myself without further delay.

A cry of startled modesty, quite natural, greeted me.

"What are you doing here, Monsieur? — I thought you had gone off with the shooting party!"

"I did start with them, but I left my cartridges behind and came back for them, — and chose the quickest way; and in climbing over the garden wall I have torn my breeches badly. I saw you coming along and so took refuge here, — and was horribly astonished when you came in! Now will you do me a great favour! can you somehow get me a needle and thread so that I can repair this disaster as far as may be possible, at all events sufficiently to allow of my getting out of my present extremely unfortunate and inconvenient position!"

Mme. de Baisieux broke into hearty laughter, no doubt relieved to find that I had not been spying on her; my accident thus saved me from suspicions which would have entirely spoiled my chances!

Briefly, so as not to tire my readers with conversations and explanations, after some hesitation on Mme. de Baisieux's part, we arranged that I should hide in a corner and throw my breeches over to her; she then would mend them as much as was possible and throw them back to me. She had the necessary needle and thread with her and in a few minutes she completed her work.

"There you are, Monsieur!" she exclaimed as she threw the breeches back to me, and which I quickly slipped on, — "now good morning!"

"Oh please, wait a moment to let me thank you!"

"No, no. — good-bye! If any one should find us together here!.."

But by this time, I was alongside of her and had slipped my arm round her waist while I begged for a sweet kiss! — I then stole one.

"Enough! enough! no more!" she protested, — suppose any one should come in!.. And my cousin?"

"Only one word, please! I must tell you!"

"Quickly then!"

"I didn't scramble over the wall to get my cartridges, — I wanted to get here without exciting anyone's suspicions, for I saw you on your way here. I wanted to tell you that you are the prettiest girl I know, that I adore you…

And I rained kisses on her cheeks.

"Oh! oh! — Monsieur Henri, how can you!.. I couldn't have believed it…"

"I adore you! you are so pretty, so sweet! Oh! Bertha, my darling, my love!.. you will?… — you will?… won't you?…"

"What!.. do you know my name?"

"It's the first thing a man learns about the girl he loves, — and I've known it for a long time!"

All the time I continued to shower kisses on her as I held her tightly clasped in my arms against me. I could feel how her flesh was quivering through her thin summer dress, as I covered her cheeks, the nape of her neck, her throat, her mouth and lips with my ardent kisses. She let herself sink down on the straw murmuring "Enough!.. enough!.." then, as if to conceal her surrender of herself now commencing, she fell into a half-swoon, closing her eyes which I kissed, and half-opening her lips, between which my tongue promptly slipped without however getting any reciprocal response from hers! One of my arms supported her body, the other hand crept under her dress and petticoats and caressed gently her dainty calves, then after a pause crept higher up to her garters where when a woman's leg is bent one can so deliciously lodge one's hand between the swell of the calf and the skin of the thigh! From this point of vantage, getting bolder, my hand crept still higher! Oh! what a sweet thrill ran through both of us when my fingers touched the soft warm bare flesh of her plump rounded thighs which she was vainly squeezing against each other.

This time also she had no drawers on! From the top of her dainty shoes to her smooth satin belly, the hairs on which I now gently was playing with, there was no obstacle to my full view!

"No!.. no!.. "she murmured as she felt my fingers invade her slit, — "not there!.. not there!.."

But in spite of this flicker of rebellion, this last effort of expiring shame, my finger settled itself on her tiny clitoris and commenced the ecstatic function which Mme. de Baisieux hitherto had reserved for her own little fingers! Under its sweetly mysterious influence, her body began to stretch itself out, her faintness increased, her tongue began to respond to mine! And then her legs commenced to open out! She was mine! — she had surrendered herself to me! — I now only had to take possession for her!

In one's first amorous encounter with any fresh woman, it is always most advisable that one should go slowly at first, watching her carefully and defeating every attempt at resistance, — to pretend to be seized with delirious passion for her — until your sweet combatant yields herself under the repeated thrills of pleasure you have communicated to her, — then let yourself go and indulge to the utmost your concupiscence and your desires.

I was now burning to look closely at all the charms that so far I had seen from a distance only. Quickly I threw up her clothes so as to get a good look — and as I did I thought of the piquant spectacle we would afford any one who might have his eye where I had mine on the previous occasion!

All I saw were now mine!.. mine! These lovely legs, these slender, dainty calves. She was wearing the same underclothing as on the last occasion, — tiny kid-shoes, cream-coloured silk stockings, blue garters. On her right thigh was a tiny brown mole mark! Oh! how I longed to kiss everything! — that lovely satin skin, that silky chestnut triangular patch of curls which formed so adorable a contrast to her blond beauty! — how I would have liked to put my mouth on the delicious little slit which was now beginning to open its pouting lips! But I hadn't the time now! I had to keep holding her clothes up! Another time I would repay myself with interest!

Recalled thus to the sweet reality, I placed myself between her charming legs, I pulled her clothes still higher up, I rapidly undid the front of my breeches and freed my imprisoned member — then shoved it still and burning into the sweet opening that was impatiently awaiting its introduction, — while at the same time I thrust my tongue as deeply as I could into the mouth of my pretty victim.

"Bertha!.. oh! Bertha!.. oh! how heavenly!.. you're delicious!.. divine!.. oh! you angel!.. you angel!.."

Women as a rule do not let their lovers who are rogering them for the first time understand how they appreciate the pleasure that is wildly rioting through them all the time, for they love to behave as if they were being violated! Mme. de Baisieux only departed from this policy to murmur as we were approaching the sweet ecstatic conclusion. "Oh!.. please… please… take it out!.. not inside me!.. no! no! please!" Although I was mad with pleasure I had sufficient control of myself to obey her. Unfortunate results might otherwise arise from our pleasure. Oh! mysterious decrees of Providence! — without you how much more amiable and obliging women would be, — and also how deliciously libertine!

It comes back to me how I was kissing her tiny ear ornamented with a single pearl as I awaited the moment when I must withdraw my prick from inside her in accordance with her prudent request. The moment arrived, — everything shot on to her white petticoat!

I offered her my handkerchief.

"But then you won't have a handkerchief!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, yes! — I'll preserve it in memory of the delicious use you will have made of it!" I replied with a smile. She blushed prettily.

While we were exchanging the loving kisses which follow so tender an encounter, we heard a little voice at the door!

"Cousin, cousin, haven't you finished killing the rats yet?" We had absolutely forgotten all about the child that was patiently waiting outside!

"Yes, yes!" called out my lovely companion raising herself hurriedly and flushing scarlet — "I'm just coming! — I've killed the last I think!"

We couldn't maintain our seriousness at the plaintive trouble in the little voice that had thus interrupted us.

"Here I am, dear, I'm just coming. Don't come in!"

"Good-bye Bertha, my darling!" I, whispered, — when again?"

"Oh! — never, never!"

"You little humbug! Shall we say tomorrow?"

"No, no!.. I'll tell you, later!"

"One last kiss then!" She gave me a delicious one in which her tongue and mine also said goodbye!" Now goodbye!..Au revoir!"

As she neared the door, she brushed and dusted herself, took a glance in a pocket mirror she had with her, wave her hand lovingly to me, said goodbye again with her eyes, — then slipped out.

As soon as I considered she would got to a safe distance, I in my turn crept out, hurried off to my bedroom and quickly changed my things, as they carried evident traces of our sweet combat! Then I picked up my cartridge pouch and set off to rejoin the shooting party, my absence being hardly an hour. How one can employ time sometimes!

From that day, for Mme. de Baisieux and me, the term to kill a rat became synonymous with "have a turn." In spite of her innocent air, she was full of mischief, and did not hesitate to let herself loose in her love-letters to me. In memory of the adventure she adopted the following formula in her billets-doux.

"Mon cher Monsieur, will you give the pleasure of your company at a rat hunt on… next at the usual place." She continued to send me these invitations after we had returned to Paris, even when her husband was there; he did not stay there long, but his presence nevertheless was a nuisance as it of necessity reduced the frequency of our "hunts and the consequent opportunities of satisfying our desires!

When our liaison had become very intimate I told her that one day I had surprised her in the act of "frigging" herself! I was sweetly scolded for thus playing the spy on a "poor lone woman," but I was soon pardoned, and she consented to let me see the book which seemed to arouse the desires which she strove thus to satisfy. She had found it among her brother's papers. It was The Confessions of a Woman of the "World," illustrated in the most lascivious way, — enough to excite anyone's senses!

"On the day we first killed the rat, what bit were you reading?" I asked softly.

In pretty embarrassment she pointed out to me the following lines, which we then read together:

"As I lay on my back on my sofa, stretched out at full length with my legs widely parted, my lover fell on his knees in front of me and in the most delicious way sucked me till I spent in thrilling delirium!"

Needless to sat we did not read any more that day! And I take this opportunity to express to the amiable author and to his clever illustrator my sincere thanks for having thus aroused a fire which I was able to extinguish in the pleasantest way possible!