Vauxhall Vixen

by Cindy Lee

  “Uhh…ahhh!” The suddenness of Vivian’s movement and the sensual feelings that were cascading throughout his body as she savored his hard cock caused David to cry out. However, even in this extreme state of arousal, he managed to register the surprising fact that Vivian was now performing exactly as the woman had in his dreams.

  His exclamation did not give her reason to pause. Vivian forged ahead, alternately licking and sucking his shaft, obviously intent on providing him with maximum pleasure while at the same time proving her point about the powers of imagination. Vivian wrapped her hands around his vitals, gently pulled the skin on his cock taut and ran her wet tongue up and down his erection. He hazily registered the notion that the power of fantasy certainly could be described as an elixir for passion just before he felt himself cascading, up and then swiftly down to earth once more, in a very powerful release.

  David lay back against the pillow, taking deep breaths as he willed his frantically beating heart to slow to a normal rhythm. Vivian gently wiped the head of his softening penis with the handkerchief and then handed it back to him. She straightened and backed away from him as if preparing to stand. David swiftly reached out to grasp her hands. “Forgive me, my dear, I am reluctant to surrender all contact with you after such a memorable experience,” he appealed to her somewhat breathlessly as he lightly held her hands in an unconscious repetition of his actions in his dream.

  His companion made no comment. Rather, she held herself quite still and allowed David to run his hands back and forth over her exposed skin. She permitted him to caress her for several moments. Finally, she made a slight tugging movement and David hastily released her. She sat up straight for an instant before standing to shake out her skirts and adjust her veil. These simple tasks completed, she sat on the ground next to David once more. “I trust my unorthodox methods to provide my client’s pleasure meet with your approval, Lord Maxton?” Vivian inquired with a faint hint of sarcasm in her voice.

  “Obviously, my dear, you have firsthand knowledge that your techniques are most effective,” drawled David, now that his breathing had slowed to a more normal pace. He reached down to retie his drawers and adjust the fall of his trousers. “I can certainly attest to the benefits of the use of your costume, and your teasing mannerisms can be described as vixen-like. But I must insist that you tell me who you are. My curiosity has definitely been aroused, so to say.”

  She sat quietly for a few moments. The soft material from Vivian’s veil brushed against him as her bare hand moved forward to grasp his forearm tightly. “A very important element of my costume is the unknown ingredient. Divulging my true identity could possibly ruin the sensual effect of my disguise. Tell me why I should comply with your request, my lord?”

  David was acutely aware of the heat radiating from her palm as she squeezed his arm. He studied the faint outline of her head underneath the veil. He still had only a vague idea of her outward appearance. He admitted to himself that what he thought she looked like was probably a figment of his imagination and actually nothing like the woman’s true form. As David came to this realization, he also acknowledged the feeling of a singular connection with the figure waiting silently at his side for his reply. Where exactly their relationship would lead, David could not say at this early stage. All he knew was that he wanted to know her better. He must make certain that she saw him as someone who truly wanted to know the person underneath the disguise, not just another customer, but someone who felt a special bond with her.

  “Do you believe in fate, Vivian?”

  “Yes, I believe that certain things are destined to occur.”

  “I believe that you and I have a special connection, Vivian. We were destined to meet.” He felt her hand tighten on his arm once more and he reached over to cover it with his own. “Let me explain my reasoning, my dear. Several months ago I had a dream. I will not tell you that up until this point in my life I had never dreamed, but previously they were simple images flitting through my mind as I slept.”

  “This dream was different because it was so real. I could smell every odor and discern every touch. The images were so tangible that when I did awake and discover myself in my own bed, I attempted to remember how I had arrived back in my own home. It never occurred to me to question whether the episodes had actually happened. But as the same dream began to occur once or twice every fortnight, I was forced to acknowledge my experiences were not reality.”

  David paused and attempted to guess at Vivian’s interest in his story. She remained motionless and he took this as a sign of attentiveness. “Allow me to describe as best I can my dream to you. It is evening, I am in a garden sitting on a hard bench, I can hear an owl hooting in the distance and the rustling of leaves on the trees. I see the faint outline of a fountain in the distance, very similar to the one we passed by earlier in the evening. I am aware of the sweet smell of violets. A veiled figure of a woman is kneeling before me. She is doing unbelievable things to my cock with her mouth.”

  He heard Vivian gasp before she dropped his forearm and sat up straight. “This is not possible, my lord. I know I have never met you before this evening.”

  “Ah yes, you are certainly correct, my dear. We have never met in this world. However, you must be the woman who appeared in my dreams. The circumstances are too similar to be denied. Why, just before the woman left me, I called her an angel. She replied, ‘I could never be an angel. I am a vixen.’ You must understand now why I allude to a special connection between us and why it is so important to me that you answer my questions, my dear. What is the source of your name and the purpose of your costume?”

  Vivian reached out to brace her hand against the fallen tree and pull herself up into a standing position once more. In one deft motion, she adjusted the filmy covering more securely across her face. Then she clasped her hands at her back. She paced back and forth several times in front of David, occasionally sending a small shower of leaves into the air with her slippered feet.

  David relaxed against the pillow as he waited for Vivian to come to a decision about whether to confide in him or not. Surprisingly, he was sure she would divulge her story to him in the end. The past several minutes in her company had alerted him to the fact that she was no common doxy but rather a mature, independent woman with above average intelligence. He was certain she would understand that his dream was something that he had truly experienced.

  Just as David reached this conclusion, Vivian ceased pacing, dropped her hands to her sides and stood quietly in front of him.

  “You are correct, my lord. I acknowledge the connection we obviously have because of your mysterious dreams. The questions you have about this strange occurrence can perhaps only be answered by the telling of my own story.”

  Her profile could be seen as she moved her face upward toward the sky. It was in this position that she began to tell David her story. “I am the bastard child of John McGlade, Earl of Huntgate. My mother, Alice Cassell, began working as a kitchen maid at the Huntgate estate as a young girl. She is now the head housemaid. Up until a fortnight ago, I was also employed at the estate as a laundry maid. My father does not acknowledge my connection to him nor does his countess know of my existence or of the earl’s previous relationship with my mother.

  “In March of this year I turned thirty-four years of age. In April, my best friend Jane, who formerly worked as a kitchen maid on the estate and has now become a courtesan, came to visit me from her new home in London. She was full of wondrous stories. One of her tales especially caught my interest. Her brother works as a footman in a Duke’s household. He told her of a man named Beau Brummell who captured the ton’s imagination and had become someone of great importance just on the strength of his unique habits and style of clothing.

  “Until I heard Jane’s stories, I had resigned myself to living with my mother as a servant on my father’s estate. I have had several men who worked on the estate express interest in me but their notice never caused my palms to sweat
or my heart to race. My dreams of a loving relationship with a man were not realized and I turned down each of their proposals of marriage. However, even at my rather advanced age, I was still vain enough to believe that I had the ability to attract the interest of men. I began to dream of visiting London and also becoming a famous courtesan. But my romantic nature caused me to hesitate to offer myself to gentlemen who meant nothing to me. I determined that I would wear an uncommon costume and provide special services for my customers. I would adopt high standards when choosing my escorts and I would charge higher fees for my attentions. I was convinced that I would become an overnight success because of my unusual methods. My goal was to become wealthy and purchase my own cottage on the outskirts of London. At that time, I planned to notify my mother to leave her position at Huntgate to join me in my new circumstance. She would live out her days with me, away from her life of servitude and the occasional unwelcome contact with my father, the earl.”

  David sat quietly for several seconds contemplating Vivian’s story. Then something she had said just moments before caused him to speak. “You mentioned something about special services for your customers. What exactly are those services?”

  “I will carry out all of the usual requirements. However, I will never show my face to my customers, my lord. In that way no one will ever know who truly is performing these services. I will never personally be required to admit I carried out the acts when my heart was not engaged. It allows me to feel a sort of justification for my actions, to be very frank. Oh, I realize my higher fees call for splendid and sumptuous performances. I plan to use the mystery and allure of my costume as a course to greater fulfillment, as you yourself have just experienced, my lord.”

  David rose. He studied the veil covering her face intently before he spoke once more. “Are you telling me that you are willing to sell yourself and your ideals of romance in order to obtain a home for yourself and your mother?”

  “Yes, that is correct, Lord Maxton.”

  “I suppose it could be said that I came upon you unawares. I knew nothing of you and I have never visited Vauxhall before this evening, with the exception of my dreams of late. So explain to me, if you will, what exactly you would have done if I had wished to see your face? Would you have denied my request?”

  Vivian did not answer right away. After several moments of relative quiet, barring the sounds of occasional murmuring from nearby copses and the soft rustling of leaves, she surprised David with a question. “How old are you, my lord?”

  David found himself grinning at the unexpected query and this further evidence of what he was beginning to realize was Vivian’s singular, bold manner. “I am twenty-nine, my dear.”

  “Ah, it is as I thought. Your disposition is on the mature side but I could also sense an air of youthfulness in your manner. Oh, my, the many treasures of a younger man!” Improbably, David heard her giggle softly before she continued the discussion. “Your situation with me is definitely unusual, Lord Maxton. I must admit when I first met you on the South Walk, I felt certain I could trust you. I never doubted that you would understand my somewhat unconventional methods if circumstances progressed to that point later in the evening. You provided me with additional evidence of your honorable character when you championed Paula.

  “If I had been available when your friends enquired of Madam Page for my services, Lord Maxton, she would have made my rules and requirements clear. You are my first client. It is of great importance that my future clients know that my style is unique and that they should readily accept what I have to offer. If they require other more conventional methods, they should go to other women.”

  David slowly walked toward Vivian as she finished her explanation. He stopped directly in front of her and then boldly wrapped his arms around her waist. He moved his arms and lightly twisted her around so she faced away from him. “You mentioned ‘the many treasures of a younger man’. I am ready to display more of my ‘capital’, Vixen,” he whispered as he pressed his enlarged penis against the back of her gown. “I trust that you are prepared to go further, Vivian?”

  “Ah, yes, yes, my lord,” she replied breathlessly as he found her earlobe through the fabric on her veil and began to lick the sensitive spot. Unconsciously, she began thrusting her hips back and forth against him as he continued his sensual assault on her ear.

  Suddenly, Vivian became aware that Lord Maxton had deftly spun her around to face him once more. He was now gently tugging the front edge of her veil. She made a movement as if to step back but he was before her, placing a firm hand upon her shoulder. “Relax, my dear. I promise not to look at your face. I agree wholeheartedly with your views on the power of imagination. However, I must admit I saw a fleeting image of your mouth while you were working your magic on my cock earlier in the evening. I have an earnest desire to raise your veil slightly and to kiss your luscious lips, Vivian.”

  She felt the cool night air upon the lower part of her face as Lord Maxton slowly lifted the material away from her mouth. He anchored the fabric underneath the hand that clasped her shoulder. Then he bent his head and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned with sudden desire and wrapped her arms around his neck. The sensation of his firm, sensual lips covering hers was a new revelation to Vivian. His long fingers caressed the tender skin on her chin as he guided her mouth to a perfect accord with his. The thought briefly flitted through her mind that nothing could be better than the act of kissing someone who gave such pleasure and who truly cared for her as a person. These thoughts had barely penetrated her consciousness when she became aware of the viscount’s warm tongue pressing against her teeth. Only briefly registering surprise, Vivian swiftly opened her mouth to his urging, eager to savor his sexual play.

  She quickly became enthralled with her companion’s kisses. Vivian zealously matched each thrust and sweep of his tongue with similar moves of her own. Inadvertently, she began to wiggle her bottom and press her breasts, now with nipples straining, against his firm chest. Even in this hazy state of consciousness, Vivian marveled at the similarity of the act she had performed with her mouth to the pleasurable maneuvers the viscount was executing on her tongue.

  Suddenly Lord Maxton pulled away from Vivian and released her veil to allow it to drop into place once more. The sexual awareness and desire for her companion only increased with this momentary pause in their foreplay. Vivian quickly made a resolution. She knew that this was the moment to live up to her newly adopted name. It was now her opportunity to begin to use her own versions of the sensual ideas that Jane had discussed with her.

  Without wasting any more time in thought, Vivian hastily reached in the pocket of her gown and pulled out one of the sheaths made of animal intestine that Jane had thoughtfully provided for her use. She held the casing up in front of her. “I believe you will be requiring this before we move to the next part of the performance, my lord?” She moved forward and put her free hand on his waist and then tugged. He put up no resistance. Lord Maxton eagerly advanced once more in her direction.

  “It appears that you have thought of everything, my dear,” Lord Maxton told her gratefully as he pressed his body against hers. He released the falls on his trousers and then reached for the tie on his drawers.

  “Perhaps you would allow me to have the honor, my lord?”

  Lord Maxton halted his movements. “Of course, Vivian, do your magic.”

  She pulled the silken cord free on his drawers, releasing his swollen cock to her keen gaze. She guided the sleeve over his penis and tied the cords around the base, just as Jane had instructed her. Her friend’s advice came back to Vivian now.

  For your first time, it is important that you are hot. Your cunt must be wet. Think of something that will make you feel wanton and do it without pause or reasoning.

  After she had applied the casing, Vivian kept her hand wrapped around her companion’s cock. She moved her hand up and down his shaft. She became aware of a sensation of dampness between her
legs as she relished her sudden feelings of control. Vivian placed her hands on his shoulders and gently applied pressure. “Sit down on the ground with me. I want you to lie against the pillow, my lord.”

  “It has never happened like this in my dreams.”

  “You are not dreaming any longer, my lord. This is happening now. Lie back and enjoy the proceedings.”

  Lord Maxton lay back, leaving his penis exposed. She grasped the shaft once again, stroking the sheathed skin up and down. With her free hand, Vivian untied his cravat and released the top buttons on his linen shirt. She ran her hand across the coarse hairs on his firm, muscular chest.

  As she felt increased moisture begin to pool in her crotch, Vivian judged it was time to make her move. She released her partner’s enlarged penis and reached down to pull the heavy skirts on her gown up to her waist.

  David stared at her shapely, long limbs encased in black stockings—a vision so like his dream—before gazing reverently at Vivian’s exposed mound. “You are beautiful, Vivian.”

  “Make me feel just as enchanting as you say I am, my lord,” she commanded as she placed her legs outside his and straddled his erection.

  He thrust his penis upward into her canal and then stopped all movement just as suddenly when he felt his organ hit a barrier. “Vivian, I am sorry. I had assumed…are you a virgin?”

  Vivian felt as if a wave of hot desire was flowing in her veins when she felt his penis on her cunt. She ignored Lord Maxton’s query, braced her arms on the ground on either side of him and thrust her hips into the air once more before impaling herself upon his cock, immediately piercing the skin blocking the entrance of her channel. She felt a momentary pain but any discomfort was soon erased by the erotic sensations that were flowing throughout her body. After a short pause in her rhythm to adjust to his size, she began pumping up and down upon her companion’s erection again.