by Jada Turner
I needed fresh air so I walked out of the many glass French doors that lined the room. Through the doors was a large veranda that was dimly lit with burning torches. I saw a few couples off in the distance taking walks in the garden below.
“It’s a fine night, Mrs. Turner” I heard a voice say behind me.
I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. I knew immediately.
“Yes, it is Mr. Grace,” I said.
“How long have you been a widow?” he asked.
I turned and looked at him in shock, “Mr. Grace that is not an entirely proper question!”
“I’m not a proper gentleman,” was his response. He arched an eyebrow at me and moved closer to me.
“What are you doing?”
“Being improper,” he whispered as he moved closer. His chest brushed across me and leaned over looking down at me. I gasped as he rubbed his body against me. I felt aroused and the amount of desire I felt for this stranger was making me anxious. Then he leaned closer. His lips brushed across mine softly. A soft whimper left my body. Then he pressed stronger against my lips in a full kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and I let him. I knew we could get caught at any moment and then I would be cast out of society as a harlot. In the moment, however, I did not care. I leaned into the kiss. I let my breasts rest against his chest. I reached my arms up and around his neck and ran my fingers through his thick dark hair. His arms circled my waist and he pulled me in close. I needed to pull away and soon. I needed to stop him from doing this to me. I indulged myself for a few more seconds and then I pushed him away. I stopped and looked around quickly. I could not see anyone looking at us, so I think we were in the clear. I straitened my dress and ran my hand on my head fixing my hair.
“Don’t worry I think your reputation is still intact,” he said as he looked around.
I narrowed my eyes at him. I was angry that he would take such a risk with me and then brush it off so playfully.
“If you’ll excuse me Mr. Grace. Please do not follow me inside. It will look bad,” I said as I walked back into the ballroom.
I looked around and saw that no one set of eyes were on me. I was safe. I walked through the ballroom and into one of the many side rooms that were set up with tables for sitting and eating. I found my sister Abigail and sat at an open seat next to her.
“My Regina you do look flushed,” she said.
“Oh, it must be all the dancing. I just need to rest a bit,” I said trying to avoid eye contact with her. I did not want her to see through me.
“Oh there’s Mr. Grace. He is a fine dancer is he not Regina? I saw you two dancing and dancing. I know you won’t want to hear it, but I think you make a handsome couple,” she giggled.
“Shhh… here he comes,” I said trying to make her quiet down.
“Mr. Grace are you enjoying the ball?” she asked in a most giddy way while looking at me and not him.
I was mortified.
“I am Mrs. Wallston, thank you for inquiring. May I join you two lovely ladies at this table?”
“Yes, of course. My husband is talking business with one of his acquaintances and will be back shortly. You can entertain us with your tales of adventure until he returns,” she said motioning to the empty seat near me.
“Adventures?” I asked.
“Oh yes, Mr. Grace works with the East India Trading Company and often accompanies the ships on their voyages. Don’t you Mr. Grace? My husband has told me you have many grand adventure stories,” she said.
Oh that was just perfect I thought to myself. He was a rogue adventurer. He was the type of man that would never settle down or be tamed. It was a hopeless case.
“Yes, I do accompany the trades sometimes. I have been to very exotic places and experienced many cultures,” he said.
I could only imagine what he was doing with the women of those cultures and all over the world.
Then William joined us at the table.
“Mr. Grace are you telling the women about your adventures? Do not pay any attention to this man, it is how he charms everyone,” he said playfully.
The servants set down dishes of small game hen and potatoes in front of us. I was famished from all the dancing and I was happy to have any distraction from Mr. Grace’s eyes on me. I ate quietly while the gentlemen talked and congratulated themselves on their latest achievements. I rolled my eyes at all of it. Though I wouldn’t admit to myself that the longer I heard tales of Mr. Grace’s adventures and achievements, the more I wanted him. He was a man. He was a real man of bravery and strength. It was a very attractive quality. After I ate I started on the wine. I needed to numb myself from the desire I was feeling. We all decided to go back to the ballroom and dance a few more dances. I was sore when Mr. Grace did not ask me to dance again. It was infuriating. So I continued to drink two more glasses of wine. Then he looked at me from across the room. He headed straight for me. I prepared myself for his attentions and then, he did the most annoying thing. He asked a woman sitting directly next to me for the next dance.
He walked away from me and I watched as he asked another woman to dance. She was stunning. I grabbed a glass of wine off a tray and drank it down, then another, and another.
I walked around the old vast estate exploring its beauty and history. I was feeling drunk and it was best that I removed myself from company. I walked into the billiards room and it was quiet, but a part of me was secretly hoping I was being followed, and I was.
“Why are you doing this to me? If you are alone like this then I will not be able to keep my hands off of you,” he said in a breathless whisper. I could tell that he had a lot to drink as well.
He didn’t give me a chance to answer. He kissed me softly on the lips. He wrapped his arms around me and I kissed him harder. It felt so good to be this close to him.
He pulled away and said, “I guess we should get back.”
“Yes,” I responded but I didn’t move.
His hands went wild exploring every curve of my body. I ran my hand down his trousers and rubbed along his large cock. He moaned and I quieted him down with a “Shhh…we’ll get caught.”
“Maybe I want to get caught,” he said.
He kissed me harder and ran his hands over my breasts. I wanted him right then and there. If I weren’t wearing a gown with lots of material and underthings I probably would have.
I finally tore myself away from him. It wouldn’t be right to get caught. I would not humiliate my sister and her husband like this.
“Don’t go,” I heard him say behind me but I was already gone.
The rest of the evening was torture. I only wanted to be with Mr. Grace. I only wanted his strong arms on me over and over again. When it was time to leave I was more than happy to go. Abigail and William were both as intoxicated as I was. We were a merry party in the carriage on the way back to our house. Abigail and William laughed and joked and poked fun of people at the party. I was glad they were in such high spirits because it kept them from noticing the glances that Mr. Grace and I were exchanging. It was very sexual. He winked at me and I licked my lips quickly but seductively.
The carriage pulled in front of the house and we stepped out of the carriage. Mr. Grace extended his hand to help me out of the carriage and he did not quickly let go. We made our way into the parlor where a roaring fire and a few delicacies were waiting for us. We sat and talked and had a few more libations.
As it grew later, Abigail and William left Mr. Grace and I unattended. They said their goodnights and gave us knowing glances. I felt exposed but I was feeling drunk and did not care as much as I normally would. I sat on the plush bench and Mr. Grace came and sat next to me. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I couldn’t help myself anymore. I pushed my face on his and kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss. I was drunk.
Mr. Grace pulled away from me and said, “Lovely I think you’ve had too much wine.”
I felt silly and humiliated. I pouted like a child. That was all I remembered.
Black Out
A few hours later I woke up in my bed. What? How did I get here? I got up out of bed and noticed that I was dressed in a white silk nightgown. I definitely did not put that on. I didn’t remember climbing into bed. Then I remembered I had made a fool of myself. I sat down in embarrassment. How dare he though. How could he not take advantage of me in my drunken state like a normal hot-blooded male? Did he not know I was a widow? I worked myself up into a fury. I paced the room thinking about it. I was no longer drunk and I was thinking clearly. I got so worked up that I thought it was okay to leave my room and storm into his to tell him off. I opened the door and stomped down the hall. I came to a large wooden door at the end of the hall and realized I had never been in his room. That thought only held me back for a second before I opened the door and stormed in. I thought he would be asleep but he was not. He was sitting up in bed reading a book with a bedside lamp lit.
From the look on his face, I had startled him, but it quickly faded into that unnerving smirk that I loved and loathed.
“Yes? Are you lost?” he said playfully.
I went off. “I wasn’t that drunk! I was fine. You wouldn’t kiss me, and I don’t understand why. You had been kissing me all night at the ball. How did I get into my bed? And who put this nightgown on me? Did you take off my clothes?”
He laughed. I was even more annoyed at the sound of his laugh as he made fun of me.
“Well if you were not drunk then you should know the answers to all those questions, shouldn’t you?”
I opened my mouth to continue yelling at him but he was right. “Well, I’m not drunk now Mr. Grace.” I stood up straight and proud and was huffing in a childish way.
“No, you are not, and call me Antonio, not Mr. Grace.” Antonio stood up from his bed. He was completely naked and he was hard. My mouth dropped open from the shock of looking at him. His wide shoulders were square and flowed into his strong long lean arms. His chest was covered in light brown fuzz but not too much. The trail of it went down, down, into a darker mound that surrounded his large pink cock. His strong thighs flowed into his long legs and his posture made him look like he was a proud beast. I nearly fainted.
He took a few strides to me and planted a kiss on my lips. I could scarcely breath I was so caught off guard. He pulled away and looked at me, waiting for me to protest. I did not.
He picked me up cradling me like a baby. He threw me on the bed and I let out a little whimper as I bounced off the mattress.
“I wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman, but since you are sober now. I have no control over myself,” he said as he climbed on top of me like a predator over prey.
I didn’t care anymore. All sense of propriety completely disappeared. I could not stand it anymore. I needed him and I needed him now.
Antonio moved his face over mine and we locked eyes. I breathed in deeply and felt a sudden bittersweet feeling come over me. His lips were on mine and kissing and brushing across them sweetly. I was now focused on that sensation.
“Regina, you’re so beautiful.”
I pulled him closer to me. I wound my fingers in his hair. I pecked kisses on his cheeks, over his forehead, and on his closed eyelids. I just wanted to be affectionate all over him.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Kiss me here,” I placed my fingers on the sensitive spot of my neck.
He kissed me and licked me. I moaned in response to him.
“Now where?” he asked again.
“Here,” I said placing my fingers down my silk nightgown between my breasts.
Antonio moved his lips down my neck and onto my chest. He gently kissed me between my breasts.
“And now?” he asked.
“Take off my nightgown,” I breathlessly whispered to him.
Antonio maneuvered himself to my legs and slowly pulled the nightgown up passed my knees, up my thighs and under the curve of my bottom. He let his hand slide on my belly as he lifted it and up over my breast. I lifted my head to let him remove it from me completely. My body was already responding to him as I felt myself grow wetter every second.
He moved down my body and pushed his face into my wet center. His tongue licked and flicked my clitoris. His hands massaged the inside of my thighs and his moaning and enjoyment only made me that much more hot. I loved that he was enjoying it. I was wiggling and trying not to yell at the top of my lungs. It was hard to keep from shouting in ecstasy. His mouth moved over my soft wet center with skill and slow movements. In no time I was letting go. I almost exploded in orgasm.
He moved from down below up my body. He rested his weight on top of me, and the warmth of him felt so good. His body was strong and firm and I felt feminine and petite under him. He kissed my mouth, and I could feel his hand as he handled his cock and placed the tip inside of me. He kissed the tops of my nipples and slowly played with them with his tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore and I wanted him inside of me. I made a move to slide down and have him enter me but he stopped me and said, “No, slowly. I want to savor every moment.”
I looked at him under my lashes with a look that made me feel delicate. He slowly entered me and stopped. Then he moved a little further inside of me and stopped and kissed me. I was filling with emotion as he did this. He finally filled me completely and his large member was enough to make me orgasm even when he was in a resting position. I felt a stirring within me as he moved his hips in a circular motion. He kissed my neck again in the spot I showed him before and my skin set on fire. I could not get enough of him.
He sat up on his knees but stayed inside me. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. He grabbed onto my hips and pulled me to him. Then he pumped in and out of me slowly. He looked down at me and never broke eye contact.
. I had never experienced love making like this. It was not like this with my late husband. I didn’t know it could be like this. I felt elated that I had the chance to know what it was like to be with a real man. I yelled out as I felt a climax building. My whole body was full of new sensations. I felt the release of climax as Antonio tensed up and his breathing got heavier, then he too exploded into orgasm. He collapsed on top of me. His weight felt good on my body. We fell asleep in this manner.
I woke up hours later in Antonio’s bed. I stretched out happily and I felt very content. I was right where I wanted to be. I basked in this bliss for some minutes before reality hit me. I was in my sister’s home and her husband would not approve of this behavior. I needed to sneak back to my room before someone found out.
I grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head. Antonio was heavily sleeping. I slowly opened the door and looked out. I could not hear voices and I could not see anyone. I tiptoed down the hall back to my room and slowly opened the door. It creaked loudly. I rushed into my room to avoid anyone that might come out to inspect the noise.
The next morning I woke up with a hang over and an appetite. I ate breakfast in bed. It was partly because I did not want to see Antonio or anyone else, and more so because of my splitting headache.
When I finally emerged the house was quiet. I found the maid Magda who informed me that Abigail and William had left to call on Mrs. Roberts for luncheon and tea. She did not mention anything about Mr. Grace and I did not ask. I was embarrassed over my wanton behavior and I did not want to see him. I walked out onto the portico of the house to breath in the fresh air. Then I heard a voice say,
“How are you feeling today?”
It was Antonio and he had that smirk on his face. I turned my head away from him so that he could not see me blush as I said, “I’m fine. Thank you for asking Mr. Grace.”
“Mr. Grace? What happened to calling me Antonio?”
“I’d rather not,” I said.
He laughed at me. It was infuriating.
“Would you like to take a stroll with me through the gardens?”
I reluctantly agreed.
We walked the step
s down the portico and onto the path that leads deep into the gardens. We didn’t talk. I felt so incredibly awkward and nervous. The garden was dense and lush. I was astonished by the abundance of life. I was deep in thought when Antonio grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. I was caught off guard and stumbled my way into his chest. He looked down at me and I breathed in his scent. It was intoxicating. Within seconds his lips were on mine. My breath caught in my throat.
I felt myself becoming wet with just the proximity of his body. My lips parted and his tongue gently brushed against mine. I moaned and he pressed firmer against my mouth. He pushed more until I was going backwards with his arm around my waist gently guiding me. Soon I was pressed against the brick lined garden wall that was about waist high. Antonio put both of his hands on my waist, picked me up and sat me down on top of the wall. His hand slid over my breast. I was breathing heavily yet felt breathless at the same time. I felt I was on the verge of an orgasm and he had not yet touched my already wet center. I was baffled by the affect he was having on me. It was exciting and the thought that we could get caught any second was thrilling. But I knew that this was wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I had thought about this moment for so long that the desire in me was now over powering all rational thought. I pressed my hand against his hard chest. He was solid and I could feel the ripple of his toned chest under my hand. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His six-pack abs and strong shoulders were lightly sun-kissed and I let my hands roam over them. I couldn’t stand it anymore; I needed him inside of me. He must have read my thoughts because he placed soft kisses on my belly and went lower. I tensed up. Antonio’s hand grabbed my thigh. His hand moved up my thigh. My dress pushed up along with the movement. He swiftly removed my pantalets from under my dress. With one movement his head was between my thighs and his tongue licked my crevice. I yelled out. It was obvious that he was skilled and knew his way around a woman. His tongue flicked against my clitoris. I could barely stand the feeling. It was too perfect and just right all at the same time. I whispered his name, “Antonio. Oh Antonio. Yes.” Then there in the garden, I had an intense orgasm. I could not believe the wild abandon that this man brought out in me. It was beyond reason. Antonio pulled himself up and looked around. We were all alone in the isolated path of the garden. He gave me that look. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his long hard throbbing cock. He held it in his hands and rubbed it. My mouth fell open instinctively. He was a perfect specimen of a man. It was almost unbelievable the way he was made. I wanted to lick every inch of his body. However seeing that we were in the garden I knew that this had to be a quick encounter. He moved to me and placed his body between his legs. He placed the tip of his cock inside me and then said, “Wrap your legs around me.”