Eroticon 3

by J. P. Spencer

  They entered. To my surprise - and joy - this man was to play the part of Romeo, in the play in which I was to star.

  Never shall I forget the expression that came over his handsome face when he was introduced. For almost a full minute, perhaps, I stood staring into his eyes, and it was he who broke the spell.

  'Really,' he cried, his voice low, 'I had no idea I was to play next to an angel!' We all three laughed at this, and after a brief visit my manager left us. He had many duties to attend to, he said, and bowed himself out, leaving me to speculate on the outcome of it all.

  Even in those first few moments I couldn't help but wonder how wonderful it must be to be fucked by a man such as this one! And even then I promised myself the pleasure of having this man in my arms! Yes! He would be my lover!

  Even then I was speculating on how best to lure him to my bed.

  In the theatre one sees nudity on every hand, and I realized it would take more than mere nudity to bring about a union between us.

  I might add here that I was dressed somewhat scantily; my only garment, besides a short silken under-vest, was a kimono of pale silk, and low bedroom slippers on my bare feet, and I took advantage of this scant apparel to bring about a better understanding between us. 'I must beg your forgiveness for allowing myself to be caught so,' I began, motioning to my dress...

  'Pray forget it,' he said. 'I quite understand. It is rather warm and I am delighted that you are considerate enough of your own comfort to dress accordingly.'

  'But,' I insisted, a wave of almost uncontrollable lust sweeping over me, 'I am almost naked!' I laughed to show I wasn't frightened.

  'Pray! It is no matter,' he said smiling his sweetest. 'Again let me say I think your dress is quite satisfactory. However, since my visit here was but to meet you, may I withdraw?' He kissed my fingertips and withdrew before I could say a word to stay him.

  I was vexed with myself. Why had I said such a foolish thing!

  I spent a dreadful night. My thoughts were filled with nothing but that wonderful man. There was one consoling thought, however. That was, that on the morrow he would call again, and I promised myself that I would never be so silly again. In reality I had meant to call attention to my scant dress hoping in that way to attract him to my arms, but he was a gentleman, and took my remark as a desire on my part that he withdraw. I cursed myself for a fool!

  If he had but known the easy conquest I would have been I am sure he would have stayed with me, and instead of kissing my fingertips, he would have had something far more substantial than fingers to kiss. After he departed I slipped out of my gown and under-vest and donned my nightgown. Standing before my glass and viewing my image, I patted my hairy mount, saying aloud: 'Very, very soon, my dear, you shall have something far more thrilling to caress than a mere tongue-tip.'

  The following day was a long one for me, though he came shortly after lunch. Taking advantage of his suggestion that I dress for comfort rather than for convention, I was wearing an outfit not unlike that of the previous day; the only difference being that my gown was of black georgette, and I wore black silk stockings.

  My idea of the black gown was to accentuate the whiteness of my body and limbs. Somewhat daring, don't you think, my friend?

  But I can tell you I was desperate; I had been pricked with Cupid's dart - it remained but to be pricked with my lover's!

  This time he complimented me on my thoughtfulness in dress.

  'Do you realize that you are very beautiful?' he asked, 'And that I'm afraid I shall never be able to withstand your nearness?'

  I thrilled as his eyes swept over me, for while my gown covered, it did not in the least hide the outline of my body and legs! 'Nonsense,' I laughed, 'You have seen any number of handsome women, and you seemed to have survived.'

  We seated ourselves upon the divan. There we went over the lines of the play. You are familiar with the play 'Romeo and Juliet' so I won't tire you with the story. Enough to say that the balcony scene is unusually thrilling. Romeo, as you know, is supposed to climb the balcony, and here he is to meet his mistress, Juliet, and Juliet is supposed to have just got out of bed and is wearing but a nightgown.

  If you will recall, I told you earlier in this story, that the whole of Europe had gone mad over exotic scenes both in and out of the theatre, and I had been given to understand from the start that this particular scene in our coming production was to be enacted in a somewhat unusual setting. Instead of wearing a nightgown, I was supposed to wear a white georgette dressing-gown, and as we sat there scanning our lines, he came to this particular situation. 'You are being called upon to assume a most unusual role,' he said without raising his eyes from the page.

  'Yes' I said. I also kept my eyes riveted to the paper.

  'Yes,' he said. 'I hope, however, that you will have no objection to wearing the scant attire this scene calls for.'

  'Why should I?' I asked, trying to answer nonchalantly. 'After all it's all in the play, and the play's the thing, isn't it?'

  'I'm afraid it won't be all play on my part,' he said.

  'Indeed? And why not?'

  'Because,' he answered, 'carrying such a beautiful lady, and having one so beautiful as yourself quite nude might prove too thrilling - I might drop you, you know.'

  I laughed at this. I knew we were treading on dangerous ground, but I didn't care: I was more than ever determined to win this handsome man to my arms! 'Don't tell me,' I said, laughing, 'that I will be the first naked woman you have held in your arms!'

  This time it was he who laughed, then: 'I would rather not talk of that. However, if I have ever done anything like this, the lady was far less beautiful than yourself.'

  'That is very beautifully said. I hope, however, that you will not be so overcome that you will drop me - That, I'm afraid, would be too dreadful for words!'

  'Rest assured I shall not,' he said.

  How we ever passed through this day without a demonstration from him I shall never be able to tell, for God knows, I did everything possible to impress him. On three distinct occasions I recrossed my legs, each time giving him a full view of my naked thighs to the very tops, and each time slowly drawing the folds of my scant gown over my knees.

  Yet, nothing happened.

  The following day it was the same thing, and the day after that.

  By this time we had familiarized ourselves to the extent that we were ready to go over our lines together. That is, we were far enough advanced to practise our parts.

  That day I had dressed very carefully. I was careful to the extent of ridding myself of everything except the lacey dressing-gown and slippers, and the gown being a buttonless affair, I was looking forward to practising the balcony scene, though I was careful to hold my gown together until that thrilling scene was to be enacted.

  But again nothing happened. True, we went over everything again and again - but for some unknown reason he didn't think it necessary to practise the balcony scene.

  Finally I came to the conclusion that if I were to get anywhere with this man I must make the advances myself. Going about practically naked seemed to make no impression on him whatsoever.

  True, he never failed to compliment me on my attire, but compliments did little to quell the burning within my aching cunt!

  It might be mentioned here that I had managed to get a very good maid, and my housekeeper was relieved of the burden of caring for my home. This maid, however, was the worst kind of a greenhorn; I doubt very much if she knew there was more than one use for her pussy; I had given her hints enough, but she simply looked at me when I would flit about in complete nakedness.

  And, so, without even the comfort of a likeable maid, I found myself getting desperate. Something had to be done. I said: 'Why not arrange to have dinner with me tomorrow night! There is no reason why you shouldn't, is there?'

  He hesitated a moment; then: 'Why - I would be delighted! No, there is no reason why I shouldn't.'

  This was my first real step
in paving the way to love! Real love! Already I pictured myself lying naked in his arms! Already I felt his lips kissing and caressing me from head to foot—

  'You are married?' I asked, hardly knowing what I was saying.

  'Whatever gave you that impression?' he asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders. 'I don't know,' I said, 'I should hate to be the cause of trouble between you and your wife - I am glad, however, that you have none! I shall be expecting you - early!'

  I'll never forget the strange light in his eyes as he kissed my fingertips at parting!

  Believe it or not, my friend, I took an opiate that night before I could go to sleep. I didn't want to sleep; I took it for the simple reason that I might hurry the hours until I was to see him again.

  The next day everything was hustle and bustle. I am the world's worst cook, but I managed, with the help of my maid, in preparing a delightfully cooked dinner. This done, I dismissed my maid, telling her I would not need her again that night; that she was free to visit her relatives if she chose.

  From the icebox I produced several bottles of champagne and the choicest wines, placing them in a convenient place at table.

  Then I took a bath. It lacked little time before he would arrive and I wanted to be at my best that night! This night! That's right! It was this night! My wedding night! This was the night I was to surrender my maidenhead! The night I was to be ravished in every pore!

  Dried, after a highly perfumed bath, I arranged my hair. Then I began speculating as to what I should wear. It must be something unusual; of this I was sure. Already I had appeared before him in next to nothing! What, then, could I wear?

  Finally, I chose a flimsy black dressing-gown. It was a daring thing, but I didn't care, I was desperate! Beneath this I wore a short chiffon undervest. Standing before my glass I viewed the result of this and even I blushed. If this didn't turn the trick for me, then I would give up all idea of ever winning him to my arms.

  The gown came to about midway between my hips and knees, and since it was cut away daringly at the top, it was necessary to wear the frail under-garment or my breasts would have strutted bodily out of the gown. And while I was gazing at my reflection in the mirror, the bell rang! My hour was approaching! Snatching up a pin, I stuck it into my gown, to hold the thing together. Slipping my bare feet into low mules, I hurried to the door!

  I noted he looked at me strangely. Entering and kissing my hand, he said: 'Your maid - she isn't here?' He couldn't seem to understand why I should have attended door for him.

  'My maid,' I said, 'has been called away on account of sickness, but fear not, my friend, I have a splendid dinner for you!'

  I wondered how I could be so calm in the face of those thoughts.

  I saw him gaze at me, and I knew he was thrilled at what he saw, for this time the gown concealed nothing; even the hair about my aching cunt was fairly well revealed.

  'I shall have to be your serving maid tonight,' I said as I flitted about him. The dinner, as you can guess, was a huge success, and long before it was finished we were both chatting away at a great rate. We consumed much wine; we both seemed to possess unusual thirsts.

  'Let the table go,' I said as we went toward the living room. 'My maid shall attend to it tomorrow; besides, we might feel like eating something later!'

  I must have made a rather startling picture as I sat there beside him upon the divan, my gown open down the front revealing both my legs naked to almost the tops. Ah, don't think I hadn't worked out a fitting campaign. I was desperate, and I was daring. Of course one could hardly expect a lover to make improper advances while seated at table, but at table I had added to my already daring plan!

  I had brought a bottle of champagne into the living room, and by way of starting the daring plan I had in mind, I said: 'Now let us drink to the success of our dinner, and our friendship!'

  Even when saying it I could hardly control my voice. Knowing that in another minute or two I would have him in my arms was enough to thrill anyone, wasn't it, my friend?

  Very graciously he filled two glasses, and handing me one, we repeated the toast, and as I sat there holding the glass I realised that the moment had arrived! My well-thought-out plan was about to materialize! Leaning against him, I said: 'We should seal our friendship with a kiss - isn't that the proper way?'

  I saw his eyes glance quickly at the windows! Then he slipped one arm about my waist and kissed me, and as his lips met mine, I deliberately spilled the contents of my glass across my thighs, at the same time giving a startled 'Oh!'

  Quick to note this, he drew his handkerchief and attempted to dry me. 'It's nothing,' I said, 'I shall go and change it!'

  With heart beating wildly, for now I was going to do the most daring thing of all! Quickly I slipped both garments from my shoulders, kicked the mules from my feet! Then I gave a piercing scream and threw myself down across the bed, in what was supposed to be a beautiful faint!

  In an instant he was at my side! Seeing the apparent faint, he grabbed up a bottle of salts and pressed it beneath my nose. My eyes fluttered open. He placed his arms about me and kissed my lips again and again, then: 'Whatever happened? Why did you cry out?'

  I smiled. 'I saw a mouse,' I answered, 'and I - I guess I fainted.'

  Remember, my dear, I am an actress, but it took every bit of my skill to act timid then, for I was stark naked and I was in the arms of the man I loved! I made a feeble effort to arise, but he held me down. 'Please, dear,' he said, holding all the tighter.

  'But, darling,' I cried, laughing faintly and trying to blush, 'I'm stark naked! What must you think of me!'

  'I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,' he said, kissing me again and again, 'and I want to hold you in my arms, just like this, forever and ever!'

  What could I do? While saying this, one of his hands had crept down to the hairs on my lower belly! I made not the slightest move to stop him; and as his hand slid further down, my thighs fell loosely apart and his searching fingers quite took possession of my cunt!

  'I love you! I love you!' he cried.

  My arms slid about his neck. 'And I love you, too,' I answered, and kissing his lips, I added: 'I have loved ever since I first saw you, and though I am still a virgin, I want you to make me a woman!'

  Our lips met in a clinging, soul-stirring kiss!

  Raising his lips from mine, he whispered: 'Will you be mine? Now! Here! Right here on your bed! I shall never be safe to myself until I have had you - body and soul!'

  'You already have my soul, my darling, you have but to take my body - it is yours to do with as you like!'

  Then lie still and let me seal our love with a kiss!'

  With a bound he was down on his knees and pressing burning kisses squarely on my cunt! The wine, my mad desire for him, the thrill of it all drove me almost mad! Grasping his head between my hands, I held it there and went off! No longer did I attempt to hold back! His arms were about me! His hands clutched my naked body and his greedy mouth sucked and tongued my cunt in a frenzy of delight!

  Again I went off, and this time I almost fainted dead away, so intense was the shock! And while I lay there, my thighs still parted to his eager gaze, he quickly stripped off his clothes, a moment later springing, naked, into my waiting arms!

  With a dexterous motion he placed the head of his monster of a cock to the flushed lips of my cunt and pressed it in where, thanks to the many tongues and my own fingers, he soon passed the barrier!

  If I ever experienced a pain as a result of this, I know not; I know only that I was penetrated to his balls, and from the way he drove it into me, I thought he was trying to get them in too!

  At last I was being fucked! Too late now to turn back, I bucked upward against him with all my might! Mad with lust for each other, we were like two animals! Holding it far into me, he went off, and almost instantly he began again! Our lips joined, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, we fucked like mad! All the pent-up pa
ssion of years' standing was now let loose! How many times I went off I can't remember! How many times he filled my cunt with his prolific spend, I do not know!

  I know only that I was supremely happy. I had never been so happy in my life! For a long time neither of us moved; just lay there soaking in bliss. Then he gazed into my eyes. 'Do you think this is acting on my part,' he asked, 'or do you believe now that I love you?'

  'Of course you love me, Paul, darling. But let's reverse the question; don't you think I am the one to ask that question now that I have given you the one thing a girl has to give?'

  I am not going into the details of all the things we said to each other that night. Many of them are too sacred to repeat, even to you, my friend. Enough to say that we swore eternal love for each other, and I believe he really meant it; I know I did.

  But if I refuse to tell you of the things we said, I won't refuse to tell you of the things we did -You have a perfect right to that after the thrilling letter you wrote me, you naughty boy!

  After relieving me of his weight he went to the bathroom, returning with a basin of warm water and towels. Bathing and drying me between my thighs, he bent and kissed my cunt in one long, clinging kiss.

  Then he lay down beside me, took me in his strong arms and kissed me. Then it was that we talked. But talk did little to satisfy me: I had heard from both Vera and our prima donna of the joys of toying with and kissing the male organ. One of my hands stole down to it and my fingers clasped themselves about it; it was but half stiff, but I loved it. I squeezed and pressed it. It grew larger. I continued to caress it, and it grew and grew. Soon, however, it had swelled to full erection and I could no longer span it with my fingers. I thrilled with the thoughts that at last I had taken such a monster; I wasn't very well informed regarding the sizes of men's cocks, but I knew enough to know that this one was of an unusual size.