Episode 12 8211 Slipping In
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When I was a girl, so many, many years ago, we had to make our own amusement and at a country house weekend (or Howz as mother would insist it be pronounced) party games were all quite the thing.
In that particular year, somewhere in the late 20’s or early 30’s, sardines was the craze of the moment, all harmless innocent fun they would say, though to be honest, as so few of them were it was really for a few cheap thrills for the dirty old men and the frustrated old spinsters.
The game as I remember, called for one of us to run off somewhere in the house and find a hiding place, the others then began a search. As each person found the hider, they had to hide with them, squashed up in the same place, till another and another found them too and joined them in discomfort and enforced intimacy.
I don’t quite recall how you won the game, but I do remember one round that quite changed my out look on life and love forever.
We were at the home of Lord Arlington, and it was an abysmal visit.
The company was drab, the conversation boring, and the winter weather foul. Rain poured down all weekend, rattling on the roof and windows like pellets of lead thrown by gale force winds.
The fires burned warm but all else was dreadful.
My new blue dress was ill fitting satin that gripped too tight in all the wrong places, chaffed my neck, pinched my waist and made the most cacophonous row every time I moved I hated the damnable thing, shining in its wet look sky blue obnoxiousness, and I longed to be out of it.
After a dinner of poorly cooked beef and near raw vegetables, I was at the point of screaming boredom.
Many of the older men, father included were snoring fitfully over their brandy balloons the c***dren had been ushered away to bed and the younger men and women were taking solace in champagne.
“Oh come on everyone,” called our Poppy Witherington, in that interminably upbeat Jolly Hockey Sticks voice of hers. “Let’s play a game.”
The perpetually wet Nigel Brook-Hamster, who would have agreed with Poppy if she had declared a mass suicide pact, stood up and stuttered his way through a falsely enthusiastic
“Oh y,y,y, yu, yes let’s”
I guzzled the last of my own drink and waited peaceably for death to claim me.
“What shall we play?” The questioner was Lady Ruby Shortfalls, the wife of the current and very aged Lord Arlington, poor dear had married the old man in what she had presumed to his dotage, in the sure and certain hope of a better life thereafter when the old goat died and left her his fortune. Unfortunately Lord A stubborn refused to shuffle off his mortal coil and kept on living and living and living. This left Lady A running in to her forties, comfortable but married only to sexual frustration, a life of geriatric care and perpetual loneliness, for which she tried to make up by associating with the bright young things and hoping to recapture her wasted youth.
“I know,” shrieked Collingwood Periwinkle. “How about sardines?”
“Oh yes let’s,” Lady R squealed enthusiastically, perhaps just a little to much so. “Shall I be it?”
When this suggestion was met with a wave of indifference, she quickly recovered and excused herself from the post as being inappropriate since she was the host.
“I’ll do it,” I yawned. “Anything to relieve the tedium.”
“G,g,g,good old Devina,” blurted the Brooke-Hamster. “Off you go, everyone else, c,c,c,close y,y,y,your eyes and c,co cu, cunt to a hundred. W,w,w,w, one...”
“Oh for Christ sake Nigel I’ll count,” drawled Roger Ingham-Hardy. “It’ll be bloody Christmas before you get it out.”
To the laughter of many and the drone of Roger’s enumeration, I fled the room and made my way upstairs, determined to find a hidey-hole so obscure that I might for go the rest of the evenings festivities and perhaps catch 40 winks or at least loosen my torturous dress and foundations that by this time were playing merry hell with my nether regions.
Two stories up and at the far end of one of the long straight corridors outside of the reach of the gas lighting I discovered a broom closet, large enough for perhaps three people at a squeeze, dark enough and obscure enough to be easily overlooked.
Slipping inside I closed the door behind me and latched it firmly.
Finally I could do something about the damn dress. I unfastened the collar by the button at the rear and heaved a sigh of relief as I inhaled heavily feeling my throat become free.
Next I reached over my shoulder and up behind my back trying to reach the buttons, but could not.
“Damn,” I muttered. Only a man could have designed such an instrument of torturous Haute couture
Instead I lifted the skirt and pulled the gusset of my bloomers out of my posterior crevice and my front bottom, much to the relief of both.
I had however, barely dropped my skirt again when the door burst open and a flamboyant female figure was shadowed in the doorway.
“Aha got you!” came the triumphant call of a voice I knew at once to be Lady Ruby. “Come on Devina, budge up, and make room, for a little one.”
Lady R might have been made up of many things but at that moment in time I knew of none that were to be described as little.
She bustled her way in to the closet with me, her fine posterior pushing me back ward and breathing in hard she closed the door.
“Oh this is fun,” she simpered. “All gels together, reminds me of boarding school and the cuddles we had in the dormitories late at night. Oh Saint Magdalene’s was cold draft filled old place, still I and Dolores Whyte, always managed to keep warm. I expect you had a cuddle buddy at school too eh? Perhaps some one you had a little crush on?”
“I really think we should try and keep quiet Lady Ruby.” I whispered. “The idea is not to be found.”
“Oh stuff and nonsense,” she giggled. “Still there is not very much room in here, perhaps if I put my arm around you, we might make it… a little more cosy?”
I felt an arm slip around my shoulder and fingers caress my hair as they felt their way to the other side.
Her arm settled in to place and I felt her ample soft bosom press in to my upper arm.
“There that is better is it not?” Her words breathed directly in to my ear, carried on warm breath that set the hairs on my neck erect.
“Yes,” I gulped. “It is.”
“Much more warm, close and friendly.”
I could not really understand it but her mouth by my ear, breathing on my neck, were sending unfamiliar thrills down my spine, making my coccyx tingle at the base of my spine, urging my hips to sway, or wiggle. I knew that had we been in the light my cheeks would have been seen to be blushing red.
“My dear, are you all right?” she asked softly. “I would swear you are trembling, and you feel a little flushed?”
Her other hand was reaching to stroke away my hair and feel my forehead.
“I was feeling a little hot, earlier,” I admitted. “I was hoping to loosen my clothes when I came in here, the collar I managed, but the buttons at the back...”
I knew at once I had said the wrong thing, why had I admitted that, her response was instant, her hand slid down my spine and I felt myself shudder, but not as I had expected with disgust, but with something akin to excitement, even pleasure.
“Let me help you,” she whispered, he usually annoying voice deepening to a husky purr. “I understand exactly how it is.”
I felt two lower buttons pop under her touch and my waist released spread out freely.
“My but you were tightly bound were you not, I wager that feels so much better doesn’t it?”
I nodded, but realising she had no way to tell, I said quietly, “yes, yes it does thank you.”
I presume she smiled and I felt her lips chastely kiss me on the cheek.
“You never have to fear to be yourself with me your know Devina” She said.
“All girls together?” I answered for some reason feeling nervous and jittery, like a school girl about to be introduced to a rich Aunt I had hitherto never met but had been taught to be in awe of.
I felt the hand still in the small of my back slide in to the open gape of my dress and rest on my undergarments at my waist.
“I told you, there is nothing wrong with cuddling up together as girls, we can show emotion and friendship in ways men could never dream of, it is one of the things that make us better than them, why we live longer, except of course for his Lordship, who I think neither Heaven nor Hell want and refuse to take, not that I blame them.”
I felt her fingers close slightly on my bodice as she spoke and knowing instinctively she was upset, I slid my arm around her waist too, and we pulled each other a little closer.
“Would you like me to kiss you?” she asked.
Speaking without thinking I simply asked “Why?”
“Because I would like to.” she answered in such an off hand manner that it might have been a remark about sharing the last piece of pie.
I was at a loss for words but my body responded in spite of me, answering to some lower primal desire, I felt my head tip back; my eyes close and my lips proffer themselves. Before I knew what was occurring her mouth was over mine and her soft lips were pressing in to mine, the rush of breathless euphoria rushed over me I was pressing back, why? I was moving my mouth and my head to better position myself why? My mouth instinctively wanted more, more what? There was something else too, something I had never expected to feel outside of my bed or bath tub, as my breast rubbed against hers in this orgy of sensation and heaved as I had read of the breasts of maidens doing on their wedding night, I felt my private area becoming wet, my juices flowed and an urgency to feel pressure there over took me, I found myself straddling Lady Ruby’s leg and pressing hard against her.
“Slow down my dear,” she whispered. “There is plenty of time, provided no one finds us.”
“What is happening to me, me, my I” my voice was tremulous, I was confused and the sensation I now know as lust played havoc with my sensibilities.
“Calm down,” she told me and I took reassurance from her voice. “You are becoming aroused sexually, that is all.”
Blood rushed to my face and I thought my cheeks might burst from the pressure of humiliation, such words; no one had ever spoken them to me before.
I felt her hand on my breast and though I knew I should pull away, it felt so good I arched my back and pushed it up in to her cupping grasp.
“My dear little one.” she soothed me with her voice, her hands touching and calming me while at the same time exciting me so.
“I do not know what to do,” I whimpered. “So confused.”
She kissed me again and this time her tongue pierced my lips and met with my own, curling about it, making it her own, her breath my breath, her lips my lips, I clung to her, unable to do anything else but seize her body, pull it close to mine and try to become one with her.
The arm about my back took a firmer hold on me and the other hand slid down and lifted my skirt, I think my eyes may have widened, but I was far beyond demanding or even wanting her to stop.
I allowed it, wanted it, instinctively desired the feel of her fingers on my leg, my stocking top, and my frillies.
When I felt two delicate finger lay themselves over my most intimate and private area I thought I might faint dead away.
She hushed me and kissed me more, deeply, passionately, without hesitation or inhibition and I let her do it, I was awash in an ocean of feelings, sensations and sensuality I could never hope to understand or explain, I was a puppet to my own desires and lusts.
Some how my hips had begun to move of their own accord, my breast swelled and became sensitive demanding attentiveness and my sex was gushing as I felt her gentle rotating, sliding touch over my step ins.
I felt my lower lips parting and her fingers expertly seeking out that small button of pleasure we girls all wonder about and men seem to know nothing of. Only now it was no small button, but hard, engorged, enlarged and twitching as if with a mind of its own.
As she toyed with me, my voice caught in my throat, my breath became harsh and gasping, my upper body as limp as a rag doll, while my lower body had all the energy and vigour of an athlete.
Wave after wave of titanic pleasure took me, I chewed on my lip, squeezed closed my eyes and waited to see just how great and unbearable this ecstasy could become.
Then it began, a curling and twitching of the muscles in my foot arches, travelling up my legs making them shake and tremble, my hips began to buck and then came the mind shattering blue and white explosion of sheer joy and pleasure that over took my whole body, that detonation which seemed to lift my spirit out of myself in to a cloud of ecstatic levitations.
I may have screamed, I do not know, I may have swooned, I do not know, I may for a brief moment have died and tasted paradise, I do not know.
But after oh too short a time a sank back in to my physicality and found myself on the floor in the darkness, panting, breathless and aware only that I wan no longer in her arms.
I saw the door opening letting a dim light, outlining her shadow.
“Hurry up and adjust yourself, before they find you” she said and then in a kinder tone. “Meet me tomorrow in the sun house, the one by the river and do not wear anything under your dress.”
The door swung shut and she was gone.
Far off I could hear voices.
“Wh, wh, wh where the devil is she? D,d,d,damn the gel!”
In that particular year, somewhere in the late 20’s or early 30’s, sardines was the craze of the moment, all harmless innocent fun they would say, though to be honest, as so few of them were it was really for a few cheap thrills for the dirty old men and the frustrated old spinsters.
The game as I remember, called for one of us to run off somewhere in the house and find a hiding place, the others then began a search. As each person found the hider, they had to hide with them, squashed up in the same place, till another and another found them too and joined them in discomfort and enforced intimacy.
I don’t quite recall how you won the game, but I do remember one round that quite changed my out look on life and love forever.
We were at the home of Lord Arlington, and it was an abysmal visit.
The company was drab, the conversation boring, and the winter weather foul. Rain poured down all weekend, rattling on the roof and windows like pellets of lead thrown by gale force winds.
The fires burned warm but all else was dreadful.
My new blue dress was ill fitting satin that gripped too tight in all the wrong places, chaffed my neck, pinched my waist and made the most cacophonous row every time I moved I hated the damnable thing, shining in its wet look sky blue obnoxiousness, and I longed to be out of it.
After a dinner of poorly cooked beef and near raw vegetables, I was at the point of screaming boredom.
Many of the older men, father included were snoring fitfully over their brandy balloons the c***dren had been ushered away to bed and the younger men and women were taking solace in champagne.
“Oh come on everyone,” called our Poppy Witherington, in that interminably upbeat Jolly Hockey Sticks voice of hers. “Let’s play a game.”
The perpetually wet Nigel Brook-Hamster, who would have agreed with Poppy if she had declared a mass suicide pact, stood up and stuttered his way through a falsely enthusiastic
“Oh y,y,y, yu, yes let’s”
I guzzled the last of my own drink and waited peaceably for death to claim me.
“What shall we play?” The questioner was Lady Ruby Shortfalls, the wife of the current and very aged Lord Arlington, poor dear had married the old man in what she had presumed to his dotage, in the sure and certain hope of a better life thereafter when the old goat died and left her his fortune. Unfortunately Lord A stubborn refused to shuffle off his mortal coil and kept on living and living and living. This left Lady A running in to her forties, comfortable but married only to sexual frustration, a life of geriatric care and perpetual loneliness, for which she tried to make up by associating with the bright young things and hoping to recapture her wasted youth.
“I know,” shrieked Collingwood Periwinkle. “How about sardines?”
“Oh yes let’s,” Lady R squealed enthusiastically, perhaps just a little to much so. “Shall I be it?”
When this suggestion was met with a wave of indifference, she quickly recovered and excused herself from the post as being inappropriate since she was the host.
“I’ll do it,” I yawned. “Anything to relieve the tedium.”
“G,g,g,good old Devina,” blurted the Brooke-Hamster. “Off you go, everyone else, c,c,c,close y,y,y,your eyes and c,co cu, cunt to a hundred. W,w,w,w, one...”
“Oh for Christ sake Nigel I’ll count,” drawled Roger Ingham-Hardy. “It’ll be bloody Christmas before you get it out.”
To the laughter of many and the drone of Roger’s enumeration, I fled the room and made my way upstairs, determined to find a hidey-hole so obscure that I might for go the rest of the evenings festivities and perhaps catch 40 winks or at least loosen my torturous dress and foundations that by this time were playing merry hell with my nether regions.
Two stories up and at the far end of one of the long straight corridors outside of the reach of the gas lighting I discovered a broom closet, large enough for perhaps three people at a squeeze, dark enough and obscure enough to be easily overlooked.
Slipping inside I closed the door behind me and latched it firmly.
Finally I could do something about the damn dress. I unfastened the collar by the button at the rear and heaved a sigh of relief as I inhaled heavily feeling my throat become free.
Next I reached over my shoulder and up behind my back trying to reach the buttons, but could not.
“Damn,” I muttered. Only a man could have designed such an instrument of torturous Haute couture
Instead I lifted the skirt and pulled the gusset of my bloomers out of my posterior crevice and my front bottom, much to the relief of both.
I had however, barely dropped my skirt again when the door burst open and a flamboyant female figure was shadowed in the doorway.
“Aha got you!” came the triumphant call of a voice I knew at once to be Lady Ruby. “Come on Devina, budge up, and make room, for a little one.”
Lady R might have been made up of many things but at that moment in time I knew of none that were to be described as little.
She bustled her way in to the closet with me, her fine posterior pushing me back ward and breathing in hard she closed the door.
“Oh this is fun,” she simpered. “All gels together, reminds me of boarding school and the cuddles we had in the dormitories late at night. Oh Saint Magdalene’s was cold draft filled old place, still I and Dolores Whyte, always managed to keep warm. I expect you had a cuddle buddy at school too eh? Perhaps some one you had a little crush on?”
“I really think we should try and keep quiet Lady Ruby.” I whispered. “The idea is not to be found.”
“Oh stuff and nonsense,” she giggled. “Still there is not very much room in here, perhaps if I put my arm around you, we might make it… a little more cosy?”
I felt an arm slip around my shoulder and fingers caress my hair as they felt their way to the other side.
Her arm settled in to place and I felt her ample soft bosom press in to my upper arm.
“There that is better is it not?” Her words breathed directly in to my ear, carried on warm breath that set the hairs on my neck erect.
“Yes,” I gulped. “It is.”
“Much more warm, close and friendly.”
I could not really understand it but her mouth by my ear, breathing on my neck, were sending unfamiliar thrills down my spine, making my coccyx tingle at the base of my spine, urging my hips to sway, or wiggle. I knew that had we been in the light my cheeks would have been seen to be blushing red.
“My dear, are you all right?” she asked softly. “I would swear you are trembling, and you feel a little flushed?”
Her other hand was reaching to stroke away my hair and feel my forehead.
“I was feeling a little hot, earlier,” I admitted. “I was hoping to loosen my clothes when I came in here, the collar I managed, but the buttons at the back...”
I knew at once I had said the wrong thing, why had I admitted that, her response was instant, her hand slid down my spine and I felt myself shudder, but not as I had expected with disgust, but with something akin to excitement, even pleasure.
“Let me help you,” she whispered, he usually annoying voice deepening to a husky purr. “I understand exactly how it is.”
I felt two lower buttons pop under her touch and my waist released spread out freely.
“My but you were tightly bound were you not, I wager that feels so much better doesn’t it?”
I nodded, but realising she had no way to tell, I said quietly, “yes, yes it does thank you.”
I presume she smiled and I felt her lips chastely kiss me on the cheek.
“You never have to fear to be yourself with me your know Devina” She said.
“All girls together?” I answered for some reason feeling nervous and jittery, like a school girl about to be introduced to a rich Aunt I had hitherto never met but had been taught to be in awe of.
I felt the hand still in the small of my back slide in to the open gape of my dress and rest on my undergarments at my waist.
“I told you, there is nothing wrong with cuddling up together as girls, we can show emotion and friendship in ways men could never dream of, it is one of the things that make us better than them, why we live longer, except of course for his Lordship, who I think neither Heaven nor Hell want and refuse to take, not that I blame them.”
I felt her fingers close slightly on my bodice as she spoke and knowing instinctively she was upset, I slid my arm around her waist too, and we pulled each other a little closer.
“Would you like me to kiss you?” she asked.
Speaking without thinking I simply asked “Why?”
“Because I would like to.” she answered in such an off hand manner that it might have been a remark about sharing the last piece of pie.
I was at a loss for words but my body responded in spite of me, answering to some lower primal desire, I felt my head tip back; my eyes close and my lips proffer themselves. Before I knew what was occurring her mouth was over mine and her soft lips were pressing in to mine, the rush of breathless euphoria rushed over me I was pressing back, why? I was moving my mouth and my head to better position myself why? My mouth instinctively wanted more, more what? There was something else too, something I had never expected to feel outside of my bed or bath tub, as my breast rubbed against hers in this orgy of sensation and heaved as I had read of the breasts of maidens doing on their wedding night, I felt my private area becoming wet, my juices flowed and an urgency to feel pressure there over took me, I found myself straddling Lady Ruby’s leg and pressing hard against her.
“Slow down my dear,” she whispered. “There is plenty of time, provided no one finds us.”
“What is happening to me, me, my I” my voice was tremulous, I was confused and the sensation I now know as lust played havoc with my sensibilities.
“Calm down,” she told me and I took reassurance from her voice. “You are becoming aroused sexually, that is all.”
Blood rushed to my face and I thought my cheeks might burst from the pressure of humiliation, such words; no one had ever spoken them to me before.
I felt her hand on my breast and though I knew I should pull away, it felt so good I arched my back and pushed it up in to her cupping grasp.
“My dear little one.” she soothed me with her voice, her hands touching and calming me while at the same time exciting me so.
“I do not know what to do,” I whimpered. “So confused.”
She kissed me again and this time her tongue pierced my lips and met with my own, curling about it, making it her own, her breath my breath, her lips my lips, I clung to her, unable to do anything else but seize her body, pull it close to mine and try to become one with her.
The arm about my back took a firmer hold on me and the other hand slid down and lifted my skirt, I think my eyes may have widened, but I was far beyond demanding or even wanting her to stop.
I allowed it, wanted it, instinctively desired the feel of her fingers on my leg, my stocking top, and my frillies.
When I felt two delicate finger lay themselves over my most intimate and private area I thought I might faint dead away.
She hushed me and kissed me more, deeply, passionately, without hesitation or inhibition and I let her do it, I was awash in an ocean of feelings, sensations and sensuality I could never hope to understand or explain, I was a puppet to my own desires and lusts.
Some how my hips had begun to move of their own accord, my breast swelled and became sensitive demanding attentiveness and my sex was gushing as I felt her gentle rotating, sliding touch over my step ins.
I felt my lower lips parting and her fingers expertly seeking out that small button of pleasure we girls all wonder about and men seem to know nothing of. Only now it was no small button, but hard, engorged, enlarged and twitching as if with a mind of its own.
As she toyed with me, my voice caught in my throat, my breath became harsh and gasping, my upper body as limp as a rag doll, while my lower body had all the energy and vigour of an athlete.
Wave after wave of titanic pleasure took me, I chewed on my lip, squeezed closed my eyes and waited to see just how great and unbearable this ecstasy could become.
Then it began, a curling and twitching of the muscles in my foot arches, travelling up my legs making them shake and tremble, my hips began to buck and then came the mind shattering blue and white explosion of sheer joy and pleasure that over took my whole body, that detonation which seemed to lift my spirit out of myself in to a cloud of ecstatic levitations.
I may have screamed, I do not know, I may have swooned, I do not know, I may for a brief moment have died and tasted paradise, I do not know.
But after oh too short a time a sank back in to my physicality and found myself on the floor in the darkness, panting, breathless and aware only that I wan no longer in her arms.
I saw the door opening letting a dim light, outlining her shadow.
“Hurry up and adjust yourself, before they find you” she said and then in a kinder tone. “Meet me tomorrow in the sun house, the one by the river and do not wear anything under your dress.”
The door swung shut and she was gone.
Far off I could hear voices.
“Wh, wh, wh where the devil is she? D,d,d,damn the gel!”
Elle
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