Vauxhall Vixen

by Cindy Lee

  Her hands were not permitted to stay idle long. Lord Maxton held out the bunched material from the front of her gown. Vivian became aware of the cool night air as it flowed across her exposed limbs. The viscount stared appreciatively down at her shapely legs. “I must request you to hold this for me once again, my dear.”

  Vivian grasped the material from her gown as if it was a lifeline of sorts. Her entire body was shaking but it was definitely not from the cool air in the room. She was on fire. She could feel beads of moisture pooling upon her forehead. At that moment, Lord Maxton brushed the tips of his fingers upward, across her stockings, to come to rest on the bare skin at the apex of her thighs and once again she felt liquid forming inside her canal. She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. This slight adjustment in her stance caused her naked mound to thrust forward directly in front of Lord Maxton’s lowered head.

  “Ah, yes, lovely Vivian. Enjoy what I am giving to you, my dear.” Then she felt the warm, moist sensation of Lord Maxton’s tongue as he began to lick the delicate nub at the center of her slit.

  She whimpered at the intensely pleasurable touches as the viscount laved and flicked his tongue over the tender skin of her bud. He licked and sucked her until she was hot and swollen with a heady need for release. Vivian felt as if she were drowning but there was no sense of panic, only an intense yearning, a need for some type of deliverance.

  At that moment, Lord Maxton pressed and sucked the swollen skin with even more vigor and the fireworks he had promised her earlier erupted in one unbelievably intense explosion of sensation, from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.

  Vivian’s chest rose and fell quickly as she struggled to calm her racing heartbeat and to will her scattered wits back to some semblance of normality. The energy that had coursed throughout her body just moments before seemed to have disappeared to be replaced by a feeling of deep lethargy.

  She became aware of the viscount’s palms gently squeezing her rear end and she moved her head to stare down at him. “Surely we are not finished?” Vivian questioned breathlessly as Lord Maxton suddenly dropped his hands, stood up and began to move away from her.

  He halted his steps and turned to gaze at her in the dim light of the room.

  Not trusting that her still unsteady limbs would carry her to his side, Vivian secured her gown in one hand and held the other out toward Lord Maxton in a gesture of invitation. “I want you inside me…now.”

  He quickly reversed his steps and stood toe-to-toe in front of her, his mouth inches away from her lips. “Of course, my Vixen.”

  Lord Maxton freed his swollen cock to her avid and hungry gaze. Vivian was ready with another sheath and she deftly placed it over his enlarged penis before guiding him into her hot and wet canal.

  “Oh, you feel so good,” David whispered against her mouth as he clasped his arms around her waist. He braced his feet and inched his cock deeper inside her hot pussy.

  Vivian moved her free hand up Lord Maxton’s chest, relishing the feeling of his tight muscles. She placed her full lips against his and tasted the salty residue from her cunt on his mouth. The aroma triggered a primal urge in Vivian. A groan escaped her as she ground her hips against his in a sudden, urgent need for release. “Yes, yes, it feels so wonderful,” she cried out as her wet canal tightened around him.

  She felt his cock swell and harden even more inside her in response. His hands gripped the back of her gown. He grunted and pushed one last time before pouring his hot semen into the sheath.

  They stood connected, using the wall for support, allowing their breathing to return to normal. Suddenly, they each became aware of the clatter of footsteps on the floor above.

  “Madam Page, no doubt coming to investigate some suspicious noises,” Vivian slowly pulled away and whispered regretfully into her companion’s ear. “I must ask you to leave, my lord. It would never do to have my proprietress discover the Vixen with a customer in her vestibule.”

  Lord Maxton placed a kiss upon one of her hands and then took a step back. “If that is what you wish, my dear, I will go away. However, I must inquire if you are available tomorrow night.”

  They both heard a door opening and closing somewhere close by. “I have no commitments for the evening, my lord.”

  David placed the used sheath into his handkerchief with the previous one and then reached for his previously discarded articles of clothing. “I must say that your news fills me with delight, Vivian. I am eagerly anticipating another evening enjoying the Vixen’s services.”

  Vivian glanced nervously toward the back stairway before answering. “I promise to make the night just as memorable as tonight was, my lord.”

  David shrugged on his coat and then looked intently at Vivian in the shadowy light of the room. “I look forward to the experience, Vivian.”

  “Please visit Madam Page in the morning and formally request my services, Lord Maxton.”

  “Of course I will, my dear. Is it possible for us to meet tomorrow evening near the fountain on the South Walk?”

  Vivian silently pondered his request. “I believe that would be best, my lord,” she replied. “I know of a secluded glade quite close to the fountain. Few people know of its existence so the chance that the location will not be occupied is good.”

  “That sounds like the perfect setting for our encounter, my dear.” He leaned forward to place a lingering kiss upon her lips. Lord Maxton’s mouth still had a slightly salty residue upon it. Vivian savored the taste as she returned his caress. He turned and walked to the door. With his hand upon the doorknob, the viscount moved to face her once more. “Please call me by first name, David, when we are alone from now on, Vivian. We have certainly come beyond the use of formal titles.”

  “Yes, of course, David,” Vivian whispered to his shadowy outline.

  She saw the brief glimmer of white from David’s teeth as he smiled when he heard her speak his name. “My name sounds wonderful upon your lips, Vivian.”

  The door opened and then closed upon Lord Maxton. He left her, the Vauxhall Vixen, alone with an array of exciting and pleasurable thoughts as well as the beginnings of a deeper emotion to keep her company for the rest of the long night.

  Chapter Four

  David was ready for his meeting with Vivian quite early the next night. His valet had turned him out in style in record time. The evening air was warm and the sky was free of clouds but even so, he carried a cloak with him. His speculation was the item could prove useful at the location that Vivian had chosen for their rendezvous.

  After exiting the boat at the dock, he searched for the flower seller whom he had noticed on the previous evening. The woman was sitting on a small wooden stool quite near the entrance of the gardens.

  “Fresh posies for the ladies! Fresh posies for the ladies!” the woman called out in a loud, hearty voice. She halted her outcries as she spied Lord Maxton making his way toward her. “Rosie Reeve has the best you can buy, my lord.”

  “I wish to purchase a small bouquet of violets. Is that possible, Mrs. Reeve?” David inquired of the diminutive, elderly woman.

  Rosie’s eager expression suddenly changed to one of dismay as she heard David’s request. “Ain’t no one got them flowers at this time of year, my lord. Them plants bloom in the springtime.”

  David felt a moment of regret as he realized the truth of the flower seller’s words. He had been eagerly anticipating Vivian’s reaction when he presented her with the flowers that played a special part in her role as the Vixen as well as a key detail in his previous dreams. “I apologize for my ignorance, Mrs. Reeve. Tell me, is there another special flower that I might obtain from you?”

  Rosie’s serious countenance quickly changed to a look of satisfaction. “Call me Rosie, my lord. I got these here violet-colored asters, my lord. It be hard to see clearly in this light but a more beautiful flower is not to be had, in my humble opinion. Can you see the deep purple petals with the bright yellow center?” />
  David studied the daisy-like flowers on her palm. The color was assuredly what he had had in mind. “They are certainly very singular flowers, Rosie. Could you make up a small bouquet for me?”

  “Surely, my lord, it will only take me a moment,” she assured him as she reached for a piece of purple ribbon and then deftly tied it around several short stems on the asters. After a final adjustment with one of her gnarled hands, she handed the bouquet to David with a flourish.

  He studied her handiwork and admired the display before dropping several coins into the woman’s outstretched hand. “I appreciate your assistance, Rosie. I am certain the lady will be pleased with the flowers.”

  “Aye, that she will be, my lord. Especially if the lady knows the flower be a symbol of love!” With that surprising announcement, Rosie turned away toward a large group of gentlemen who were making their way to the garden entrance. “Fresh posies for the ladies! The best you can buy!”

  David strolled away from Rosie carefully carrying the bouquet underneath his cloak. He paid his entrance fee to Vauxhall Gardens with a bemused expression on his face as he pondered the information the flower seller had given him. When he first heard her pronouncement David had to admit to himself that he had thought about asking Rosie to make another choice. Surely to present Vivian with a bouquet of flowers which were a symbol of love was not quite appropriate at this early stage in their association? However, then David remembered their conversation in the garden the evening before. Surely the special connection they had to each other and the enjoyment they experienced in each other’s company bespoke of some extraordinary emotion. Additionally, the erotic and sensual pleasures that they had both enjoyed together signified an even greater testament to their unique relationship. As David strolled down the South Walk, he reflected upon these thoughts and came to the conclusion that the flowers were a very fitting token of his affection for the Vauxhall Vixen.

  “David, David.” The object of his thoughts suddenly emerged on the path before him. “I have been standing here observing you approach for some time. You appeared preoccupied. I was not certain if you saw me,” she murmured as she grasped his arm.

  David bent forward and placed a kiss upon Vivian’s veiled head. “Excuse me, my dear. I must confess I was deep in thought.”

  Vivian dropped his arm and stood silently at his side for several moments. When David offered no further comment on the source of his preoccupation, she said, “Would you like me to show you the secluded glade that I spoke of last night?”

  “I am very eager to see this spot, Vivian,” David answered her enthusiastically and reached to clasp Vivian’s hand in his own. “You mentioned that it was very near the ornamental fountain?”

  “Yes, come with me.” She tugged on David’s hand and began to stroll down the South Walk. “The evening of the first day that I arrived in London, my friend Jane gave me an extensive tour of the gardens. She pointed this special place out to me.” She squeezed her companion’s hand. “I have informed her that I planned to use the spot tonight so there is no concern that we will be disturbed.”

  David enjoyed the feeling of Vivian’s hand clasped in his as he glanced up and studied the archway they were passing under. Paintings of the ruins of Palmyra were displayed on each of the archways and the landscape on this particular archway highlighted a very realistic image. Presently the fountain came into view. This feature was silent and shrouded in darkness because it was only open on Gala nights. The supper boxes were located slightly off the pathway to their left. The murmur of voices could be heard but no strains of music filled the air. It appeared that the evening dancing program had not yet commenced.

  Vivian suddenly quickened her stride. “The glade is right here, David. It is on the other side of this path.”

  David matched Vivian’s swift pace and soon found himself on the other side of the archway. Vivian led him down a small embankment to come to a halt directly in front of some dense shrubbery. It appeared as if their excursion had come to an abrupt end. David started to speak when Vivian suddenly pulled one of the larger branches on the shrub toward her. An opening, large enough for one person to walk through, was revealed. “Now you can see why this site lies for the most part unnoticed, David.”

  David held the limb away from Vivian’s gown as she moved forward through the hedge. He followed directly behind her, allowing the wayward branch to fall back into place once more. He stepped out into the center of the small enclosure and studied his surroundings.

  The space was small and intimate, ringed by tall shrubs. Overhead but not quite blocking out the view of the night sky, large elm trees swayed gently in the evening breeze. Unlike the meadow on the previous evening, there were no fallen tree trunks to use as temporary resting spots. However, the ground was once again covered with a layer of elm leaves.

  “I trust that the leaves will be soft enough for our needs this evening,” remarked Vivian.

  “We can use this for added comfort as well.” David stepped forward and tossed his cloak upon the ground. As he did so, the bouquet of asters was revealed. He walked over to stand next to Vivian. “I purchased these flowers this evening for you, my dear.”

  Vivian clasped her gloved hands around the delicate bouquet and stared through her veil at the small, perfectly formed blossoms. “They are beautiful, David. Thank you very much. What are they called?”

  “Their name is aster, my dear. The dark shadows of the evening make it hard to discern their exact color but I was told the outer petals are a deep purple with a yellow center. I attempted to purchase some violets for you but the flower seller reminded me they do not bloom until the spring.” David concluded his brief explanation with a teasing grin.

  Vivian observed David’s boyish expression as she gazed at his face through the veil. She felt her heart contract and her breathing became uneven as she noted David’s cheerful, somewhat abashed countenance as he admitted his blunder to her. Lord Maxton was indeed a very handsome gentleman and her body was reacting quite sensually to his nearness.

  “You cannot be faulted for forgetting that certain flowers only bloom at brief times during the year, David,” Vivian hastily assured him. She turned away and pretended to study the surrounding shrubbery. The desperate yearning that she had experienced which caused her to act so brazenly last night was back in full force this evening. But her relationship with David was still too new and she felt wary about making the first advance tonight. Her hand shook slightly as she lifted the bouquet toward one bush. She babbled on, suddenly feeling restless and edgy, “I must make certain the flowers do not become crushed. I will place them up here on this limb. Thank you again, my lord.”

  “We are back to ‘my lord’ again are we, Vivian?” David wrapped his arms around her waist after she had secured the bouquet safely away in the shrubbery. “You are shaking, my dear. Are you cold?” he asked in concern.

  Vivian twisted around in David’s arms so that she was facing him once more. “No, no, David. I am fine. Please do not be distressed,” she reassured him, willing her frantically beating pulse to slow down to its normal speed.

  David leaned back and studied Vivian’s shrouded face. “Because I cannot see your face, I must be satisfied with your assurances, my dear. I have a suggestion. Let us lie down together on my cloak and observe the stars.”

  “What about my services that you have paid for, David?” Vivian asked.

  “There is plenty of time left tonight for you to become my Vixen, my dear,” David replied lightheartedly as they walked over to stand on opposite sides of the cloak. David removed his coat, waistcoat and gloves and laid them carefully on the upper edge of the cloak. Then he kneeled down to pull the makeshift covering tight in a few places and indicated that Vivian should join him upon the ground.

  She knelt down, very conscious of David’s warm gaze upon her. Vivian slowly pulled her gloves off and dropped them on top of David’s discarded clothing. Then she turned and lay down beside David.
He immediately moved to clasp her hand in his.

  For several minutes they each studied the night sky and listened to the murmur of the voices of the other revelers in the gardens. As Vivian lay next to David, she became aware of an urgent need to feel his hands and mouth caress her once again. She threw feelings of caution to the winds as she acknowledged this compelling hunger. She released his hand and folded the edge of her veil upward, careful to keep her eyes and nose covered. She moved her hand back toward David and shifted her palm in a caressing motion up and down his arm.

  “Please, David, will you kiss me?”

  David sat up and looked down at her partially uncovered face in surprise. “Gladly, my dear. Your mouth is delicious.”

  David cradled his hands underneath Vivian’s neck, leaned down and placed his warm lips upon hers. He began with deceptively simple kisses—light, butterflylike caresses covering every surface on her lips. Vivian wrapped her arms around David’s neck and eagerly raised her face toward his as hot desire flowed throughout her body and she felt moisture once again between her legs.

  David subtly varied his kissing technique. His warm tongue licked and traced the outer surface of her lips. Then he gently pulled her full, lower lip into his mouth and lightly sucked on the sensitive skin.

  Vivian attempted to match David’s finesse by kissing him back. Their mouths opened and their tongues interlaced in a passionate dance. Vivian began to wiggle her hips up and down in an unconscious signal of her aching need for release. With one last, lingering kiss, a groaning came from deep within David’s chest.