“What a considerate love partner.”
“Wasn't she? There is, as you must know from all your reading, a certain sordidness to that preparation in the act of love, a delay that makes love-making seem at that moment a bit too prosaic. Happily I was spared that. When she returned, very quickly, I noted that she had perfumed herself and applied fresh lipstick. Her pompadour was still very prim and I chuckled at the thought that this stately beauty could indulge so wantonly in passion without disturbing her coiffure.”
Marcia giggled sympathetically, crossing one beautiful leg over the other, puffing on her cigarette, her left hand resting idly on the seat between the two of them. Max's eyes shot furtively to the jut of her wonderful breasts; they were agitated in movement now, evidencing her inner stimulation by his recital.
“She asked me, in fact, what I had found so mirth inspiring and I told her. She laughed herself and said I was extremely whimsical as well as extremely virile. She begged me then to indulge her erotic fancy, taking leave of me with great reluctance. I gave her carte blanche of course. My eyes followed her beautiful nudity, watching her fluid movement, the supple hips and thighs and waist, the jouncing elasticity of her bosom. Then, she begged me gently to sit up and I did, on the edge of the couch, and she knelt down, putting her long hands on my thighs and intimating that I was to part them wide, which I did at once.
She then bowed her golden head between them and while her fingers stroked the insides of my thighs, rousing the most delicious sensations, her lips and tongue gently began to attack my organ and testicles with a deft and lingering attentiveness that rendered me at first quite languid but then began to kindle new fires in my loins. The moment she perceived this, she laughed softly and rose saying, “That's as much as I dare if you're to be fit for the others, my dearest. Now, what time is left you may spend with me as you will, barring another act of love, of course.' She was so charming in her speech. I told her gallantly I'd like nothing better than to be with her all night and complimented her on her beauty, at which she flushed with pleasure. Then I asked if I might, since she would permit nothing bolder, take her on my lap and caress her lovely sweet body. She agreed at once and sat down on my knees, circling my neck with a soft snowy arm and smiled at me complaisantly, giving me a look that authored my wishes.
“I began at once to cup and mold her lovely firm naked breasts, the nipples of which had darkened and stiffened like petulant buds under the sun's warmth. Then I nuzzled the breasts with my lips and she moaned, letting her head fall back, whispering that I must not excite her too much or she might forget her obligations to her friends. More and more I had the feeling of an unreal fantasy, yet the warm pressure of her buttocks and thighs on my legs dissuaded me. Imagine my having so much intimacy with a handsome, titled woman whose existence I knew nothing about a few hours before and-as if that were not enough — to have her calmly propose to share me with her friends.”
“Oh, Max, it must have been a wonderful feeling. I can almost see it, you tell it so vividly and I think-”
“Yes, my sweet?”
She blushed furiously and regarded the floor as she murmured, “I think I shall have my work cut out for me tonight if I'm going to make you forget all that.”
“You angel.”
She shook her head, “Oh, no, not angel. I don't want to be angelic tonight of all nights, Max, my lover. But do go on.”
He smiled with delight at her sensual mood; it was inflaming and inspiring to say the least.
“Then seeing that caressing her bosom seemed to rouse her desires, I contented myself with stroking her back, bottom, and thighs, and she closed her eyes and gave herself up to it like a contented little kitten, sighing softly and stretching and turning gently. At last she rose, her eyes wide and humid and murmured that we must prepare to say au revoir now. I rose now too and took her in my arms, drew her tight against me, and took her lips, forcing my tongue between them. For a few moments she avidly returned this manner of kissing, her hands stroking my hips and thighs, and I felt my organ bold and eager again, thrusting intimately against her. With a saucy smile on her pretty mouth she said I was breaking down her self-control. She then led me to the bathroom and waited for me to freshen up and put on my robe and slippers. She then led me to the downstairs room, having herself resumed her scanty attire, and announced to the party present in the salon that I was to be put up for lottery.”
“I'll bet you were sorry to leave her, Max.”
“I was indeed. But the notion of being bartered off as at a slave market auction was very flattering to my male ego, I assure you.”
“You said two more girls had you.”
“Yes, there was about 15 minutes to pause now, during which the lottery was run again, with myself as stake. I then drank and smoked and chatted with one of the other women, a wife of one of the men there who had been making rather hectic love to another husband in a corner of the salon as I came in. She asked Clarisse how I had behaved and my blonde inamorata said it had been thrilling beyond expectation and she only hoped this woman would be fortunate enough to draw me.”
“Didn't you feel self-conscious, Max?”
“Extremely so, at first, but after coming down with Clarisse, I felt very proud and competent and — well-very intrigued by the future prospect and quite willing to let it come as it surely would.”
“Oh, and who won you next?”
“A third girl, whom I hadn't seen before. She was one of the wives of those three young couples present. After that the divorcee who had come with the other bachelor. That of course came after an hour pause between my second and third 'interviews' as my introducer so euphemistically termed them.”
“What happened with the second girl? What was she like?”
“Oh, very delicious and amoral. She was a strikingly svelte redhead, though not as tall as my blonde Clarisse. She had a drink with me; we chatted a bit on American life and loves and then she asked me to go upstairs with her and leave the door open. She said she wished her husband and the divorcee who had won me last, as you know, to witness.”
“Now I'm sure you were embarrassed at that.”
“Pretty much so, at first. Never in my life till then had I made a public demonstration of love-making.”
“Fibber-the way you kissed me in Ciro's the other night-”
“Oh, that doesn't count as love-making really. You know very well what I mean, you sly minx. Now I insist on silence, darling, or I finish my story here and now.”
“I'll be good.” She clapped both her hands over her mouth, looking like a naughty little schoolgirl, eyes big and wide.
“That's better. By the way, you look so charming in that combination, my darling-just like the little wench in Le Roe Pausole. All you need are furry blue pompom mules.”
“Then you must buy me a pair for our trip.”
“I shall. In fact, if your service is satisfactory tonight I rather think I will lock you up in the stateroom of the Roma and keep you in nothing but those pompoms. That way you won't get into trouble.”
“Oh, but I quite well might, dearest. The nine-month trouble, you know. But it is a very interesting paraphrase of that old American saying, to keep a girl bare and pregnant all the time.”
“Marcia,” he breathed, and this time his desire flamed and would not be appeased till he had taken her in his arms and exchanged a long and searing soul-kiss that left them both flushed and trembling.