Sex and Sexuality (Closed for Sesame)

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Mr Charles Wilby was an amiable young gentleman of six-and-twenty from a well-respected Oxfordshire family. He had inherited Amplecock Hall two years previously and lived there with his widowed mother and a modest retinue of domestic staff. The estate covered around 1200 acres of productive farmland, but the income this generated was barely adequate to maintain the household and the family had no remaining capital investments. Improvements and repairs to the fabric of the building were becoming urgent. Mr Wilby had therefore followed his father's dying wish and contracted himself to a young lady with a secure income of two thousand pounds per annum, a Miss Sophy Gray, who currently resided in the city of Oxford, a distance of some thirty miles from Amplecock Hall. Mr Wilby could not in sound conscience declare himself to be in love with Miss Gray, who was somewhat plain in appearance and dull in character, but he had no doubt that she would prove to be an efficient and prudent mistress of the household. No date had yet been set for the marriage, and Mr Wilby was in no great hurry to arrange the event, as there were other issues and interests he wished to pursue in the meantime.

 

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'Miss Evelyn Morningstar' could certainly think of more interesting things to do with her summer than spend it at the estates of her Aunt and Uncle, Lord and Lady Windmere. Quite against her will, her father made sure that as quick as possible after her 18th birthday, the brown eyed beauty had been whisked out of the excitement of London society to be firmly ensconced in the boring English countryside of Oxfordshire.

Oh, Aunt Cora and Uncle Rupert were nice enough, but to an 18 year old debutante, a pastoral setting was not exactly what Miss Evelyn wanted. She had heard from her best friend, Miss Sarah Chesterfield, that there were plenty of parties that she would be missing out on.

She sat on the bench in the middle of the rose garden. She knew that while she molded her in the countryside prison, her father was out there looking for the perfect husband for her. Why could she not pick out her own husband, live her own life?

Poor Evelyn sat in the garden, each rose's scent fighting for attention of her pretty nose while she dreamed of her knight on his white horse.

 

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It was a bright, sunny June afternoon. Mr Charles Wilby went over to the stables and saddled up his horse himself, since he was no longer able to afford servants for such tasks.

He rode around the estate, down to the lake, where he paused for a while to think about his impending marriage, without any great enthusiasm. Travelling further from the house, he checked on the progress of some of the crops, then rode through the woodland area where the deer lived.

As he emerged from the wood, he noticed that the fickle English weather had taken a turn for the worse and it had started to rain. But rather than return home, he chose to continue to the farthest part of his land, a fine viewpoint on the top of a hill. By now it was raining hard, and his thin cotton shirt was soaked and sticking to his chest. From there, he had a fine view, despite the rain, down the hill towards the house of Lord and Lady Windmere. Just as he was turning to return home, he heard a sound below, and looked down the hill to see something white and unfamiliar in the distance.

 

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The day was quite warm and Evelyn loathed to stay cooped up the the stupid rose garden. Fat bumble bees buzzed lazily from flower to flower and eventually she grew tired of being mistaken for one of the blooms in the garden.

She rose and, draping her white filmy shawl around her delicate shoulders, she began to walk. If she were required to be here, then, by God, she was going to see it.

The warmth of the sun comforted her and she began to walk across hill and pasture. At one point she found a hill covered with daisies, the yellow and white inviting.

It was after some time that she noticed a change in the weather. Dark clouds had begun to gather and she realized that she should head back for Windmere.

At first the rain was gentle and though bothersome, she didn't worry but continued on. Then the heavens let loose and sharp stinging drop began to fall. By now her dress, such a pale pink as to be called "Mi'lady's Blush" in Madam Charlotte's Dress Shoppe in London, was thoroughly soaked and possibly ruined and her white shawl clung like wet lettuce to her.

She was near the bottom of the hill when she stepped in a hole. Her ankle twisted and she gave a cry of pain as down she went, rolling the last couple of yards down the hill. She was mad at herself for doing such a stupid thing. But when she tried to stand, she gave a cry out at the pain in her ankle.

The rain decided to come down its hardest, molding the dress to her young form and essentially turning the fabric almost transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination.

 

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Charles heard a second sound, a kind of sharp cry, coming from near the bottom of the hill. He turned his horse and trotted down the hill as fast as he could safely go, towards the pale shape below. It was apparent that someone had fallen and might need help.

As he grew closer, it became clear that the victim of the accident was a woman, wearing a pale pink dress. She appeared to be in some distress. He leapt from his horse and ran to her side.

"Madam! Are you hurt! May I be of assistance?" he ejaculated breathlessly.

He knelt on the wet grass beside her and was rendered speechless by the sight of the beautiful young woman laid out beneath him. She had a very pretty face, framed by soft brown curls, somewhat bedraggled by the rain. Her firm young bosom was heaving, its detailed contours displayed before his eyes as the flimsy fabric of her dress, soaked with rain, clung to her body. His eyes drifted lower, to her slim waist and full curving hips, and her thighs with the wet dress bunched between them. Her dress was pulled up to her knees, exposing her slim, white calves to the elements and his roving eyes.

"May I examine your leg? Merely to check if there is any serious injury? Then you must allow me to escort you to safety."

 

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Sitting on the wet ground was a thoroughly uncomfortable situation and Evelyn at this moment wished to be elsewhere. Since she had neglected to let her Aunt and Uncle where she planned to walk, she could very well be here for a while before being found though she knew that it was not like being lost in some foreign country.

Suddenly, there he was. Her knight on his steed. Even in the rain, the man was possibly the most handsome man she had ever seen. His eyes were kind and his figure strong and manly. Rain soaked his brown hair and his features were strong without being overpowering.

May I examine your leg? Merely to check if there is any serious injury? Then you must allow me to escort you to safety

Too stunned to speak, Evelyn nodded, unable to take her eyes from the god kneeling before her. Her eyes took in his form, his hands as they gently probed her ankle. She gave a little cry as his fingers found the sore spot on her ankle.

He apologized before standing, and as if she were as light as a feather pillow, she was suddenly in his arms, the rain refusing to let up as his strong arms picked her up and held her.

 

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Charles reached down and gently felt the girl's ankle. As far as he could tell, it was not broken, just bruised. His hand trailed a little way up her calf to behind her knee, and then he placed his other arm under her and easily lifted her delicate form, enjoying the feeling of her soft thighs against his hand. Holding her close, he looked down into her pretty, dark eyes for a moment, wondering what he should do with her.

He helped her up on to the horse, then got into the saddle himself, sitting just in front of her.
"You will have to put your arms around my chest and hold on tightly," he said. "I hope you will not be too uncomfortable. Where should I take you? Are you staying nearby?"

 

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He put her on his horse with an ease that fair took her breath away. He then climbed in front of her.

You will have to put your arms around my chest and hold on tightly. I hope you will not be too uncomfortable. Where should I take you? Are you staying nearby?"

"I am visiting my aunt and uncle for the summer. Lord and Lady Windmere. But do not put yourself out, sir." The rain beat hard and she wrapped her arms around his chest, his jacket as drenched as her dress. Her breast pressed tight against his back. She turned her face to the side and laid her cheek against the fabric, feeling the warmth of his body seep through.

She did not know this man's name or where he came from, but she did not want to let him go. Was this her knight in shining armor?

 

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The young woman wrapped her arms around him and he could feel her soft, warm body pressing against him. As the horse trotted forward, they rocked rhythmically against each other.

He knew Lord and Lady Windmere quite well, as they were among his nearest neighbours. He had heard them speak proudly of their accomplished young niece.

"Then you must be Miss Evelyn!" he exclaimed, as they approached the grand house through the avenue of lime trees. "Lord and Lady Windmere have often spoken fondly of you, and I have long wished to make your acquaintance."

He dismounted, and reached up to hold her slender waist firmly in his hands, lifting her smoothly down beside him, supporting her with an arm. "Mr Charles Wilby, of Amplecock Hall, at your service," he said, with a bow.

Lady Windmere bustled out of the house. "Oh Evelyn! Where have you been? Are you hurt? We were so worried for you. And Mr Wilby - did you bring her home? How considerate of you. You must both come inside and get warm and dry by the fire."

 

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As they rode, the rain lessened to some extent. Even so, she still held tight to him, as the movements caused her breast to rub against his back. After a few minutes, they became quite enflamed and tender. She was afraid that once they reached Windmere, he would be very much aware of the very excited brown tips pressing against the dress.

Then you must be Miss Evelyn! Lord and Lady Windmere have often spoken fondly of you, and I have long wished to make your acquaintance.

She could not believe that he knew her name, and had wanted to meet her. Maybe the countryside would not be so bad at that.

By the time they reached Windmere, the rain was a drizzle. He dismounted and turned to lift her off the horse and set her by his side. She rushed to use the wet shawl around to cover her embarrassment.

Mr Charles Wilby, of Amplecock Hall, at your service

Mr. Whitby gave a bow and before Evelyn could say a word, her aunt came running out talking faster than she could keep up with.

Oh Evelyn! Where have you been? Are you hurt? We were so worried for you. And Mr Wilby - did you bring her home? How considerate of you. You must both come inside and get warm and dry by the fire.

With her usual flurry of activity, Aunt Cora went running off to take care of things. Evelyn took a step and gave a cry out as she felt a twinge of pain. The shawl dropped, showing to Mr. Wilby what the rain had revealed through her dress.

 

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Evelyn stumbled as she tried to move into the house, following Lady Windmere. As she fell forward, her shawl fell from her shoulders and Charles caught her by her forearms. The weight of her full breasts pressed forwards against the thin, wet, clingy, cotton of her dress, but what really caught his attention were the extended dark peaks pushing firmly outward.

He gazed at her for a few moments, but then suddenly realised the inappropriateness of doing so. Clearly she still needed help, so once again he wrapped one arm around her back and the other behind her thighs and lifted her up in his arms. Her breasts were now even closer, just inches from his face, and it was only with difficulty that he restrained himself from leaning forward a little to kiss them.

He carried her into the house and laid her gently on the sofa near the fire in the elegant drawing room. Lady Windmere ordered tea and invited him to sit down and join them.
But he declined, as he was dirty and wet.

"Thank you Lady Windmere," he said, "but I feel I should not trespass upon your hospitality. But may I have the honour of calling tomorrow afternoon, to enquire after the health of Miss Evelyn?"

His request was granted, and he departed, making himself yet more interesting, disappearing into the rain.

 

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"Thank you Lady Windmere, but I feel I should not trespass upon your hospitality. But may I have the honour of calling tomorrow afternoon, to enquire after the health of Miss Evelyn?

Evelyn sat on the sofa, her drenched clothes molded to her young body. That should have made her cold, and yet as she watched Mr. Charles Wilby stride from the room, his clothes also wet, Evelyn found herself actually quite warm, if not steamy, her eyes watching the fine figure of a man in whose arms she had just been carried. She felt as if she could still feel the young man's arms around her, holding her tight to his body. He rode his horse off towards home.

"Oh, my dear Evelyn let us get you into a warm bath and into bed. You do want to look your best when young Mr. Wilby returns tomorrow."

She looked at her aunt. "Do you think that he will?"

"Oh, my dear. Of course he will. I saw the look that young man gave you. Now, let me call someone to help get you upstairs and into the hot water."

"Don't you worry , aunt." And with that, Evelyn stood and walked quite easily towards the stairs.

"Evelyn, I suspect that I now understand just why your father rushed you out of London."

 

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As Charles returned home, he thought through the events of the afternoon, recalling the image of the beautiful young woman. That evening and night, he could think of little else, as Miss Evelyn dominated his thoughts.

There had been something in the look she had given him with her pretty brown eyes, something in the curl of her lips, and the evident excitement of her heaving bust, that suggested she might be amenable to further attention from him. He resolved to take full advantage of her convenient availability so close to his own home.

He was, of course, no stranger to the pleasures of intimate female company. Shortly after his coming of age, on a visit to London, some of his friends had, after the consumption of several bottles of wine at a hostelry, procured a young woman for the purposes of initiating young Charles into the arts of love. She had proved to be most enjoyable, and had also given him some basic instruction regarding the matter. He had subsequently enjoyed the company of an attractive young housemaid on a number of occasions, after she had brought him some wine to his bedroom and she had enthusiastically accepted his invitation to share it. But he had not yet experienced a young lady of Evelyn's beauty or refinement.

The next afternoon was dry and bright. Wearing a smart blue jacket over his white shirt, breeches and boots, he walked the two miles to the Windmere's house and presented himself there, bearing a bunch of flowers from his garden to offer to Miss Evelyn.

 

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"Oh, I am quite certain that that young Mr. Wilby will come calling today."

"Do you really think so, Auntie?" Evelyn was quite excited at the prospect.

"Quite! I saw the look that he gave you. I do believe that he was quite smitten with you. And his family is very old and established here in the area. I had mentioned you to his mother several times, as well as to young Mr. Wilby himself when I met him once at church."

"Then I must wear one of my best dresses. Perhaps the pale blue with dark blue accents?"

"Perfect!" And with that the trap twas set. While Evelyn was dressed upstairs, her Aunt was down in the parlor setting the sofa up. A small pillow was set on the divan and as an eagle eyed servant spied Mr. Wilby walking across the field, Miss Evelyn was ensconced upon the sofa in the parlor. Her "injured" ankle rested on the pillow and a light throw was draped over to protect her modesty.

Evelyn waited in the sunny room, excited and so looking forward to seeing the gorgeous Mr. Wilby with those beautiful eyes and tight pants. After all, she may be a virgin, but that was through no fault of her own.

 

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Charles gasped with astonishment as he entered the parlour and beheld Miss Evelyn elegantly arrayed on the sofa. She was wearing a beautiful pale blue dress, and her hair, that had yesterday been so bedraggled, now looked perfect as her soft brown curls framed her pretty face.

He presented her with the flowers he had brought from his garden. Lady Windmere took them from him and left the room, in search of a vase to display them. Taking advantage of her absence, Charles seized his opportunity.

"Miss Evelyn! How beautiful you look this afternoon! I do hope you are recovered from your accident yesterday."

He looked down at her foot, propped up on the pillow, and knelt down on the floor at her feet.

"May I?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he reached out and placed his hand around her ankle, gently stroking her. Enjoying the feel of the young girl's soft skin under his fingers, he caressed her foot, and then slowly began to slide his hand upwards, along her calf, looking into her pretty brown eyes, trying to gauge her reaction and wondering at what point she would object.

 

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Mr. Charles Wilby looked even better the second time she saw him. Dripping wet or totally dry, Mr. Charles was someone that she definitely wanted to know better.

He presented her with flowers, which Auntie promptly left to find a vase for them.

Miss Evelyn! How beautiful you look this afternoon! I do hope you are recovered from your accident yesterday.

"Why, Mr. Charles, how kind of you to ask after my health. My ankle is much better, as you can see, though it was decided give it an extra day of rest." She smiled at him as his fingers gently touched her ankle before slowly slipping beneath her dress to travel up her leg. His fingers caressed her calf, working towards her knee. His eyes never left hers and she thrilled when he reached it and ran his fingertips over the smooth skin, working his way on up. She felt him almost halfway up the thigh when she heard her aunt coming back down the hallway towards the parlor.

"I do believe my Aunt returns, Mr. Charles."

 

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Charles was delighted by Miss Evelyn's response. He had feared a stern reproof and adminishment when his hand slid up under the hem of her dress, but in fact she just smiled at him, and he even felt her legs move apart slightly as his hand progressed higher. Upon reaching above her knee, the feel of her soft thigh was so intensely enjoyable that he felt his manhood swelling strongly in response.

Just at that moment they heard Lady Windmere return with the flowers in a vase. Charles quickly but reluctantly pulled his hand out from under Evelyn's dress and attempted to disguise the bulge in his tight breeches.

"Ah, Lady Windmere, how kind of you," he said, "I am glad that the patient appears to have recovered almost completely."

"Oh, how considerate of you, sir, to show such consideration for Miss Evelyn," replied her aunt "what a fine young gentleman you are, isn't he Evelyn? I do hope we shall be seeing more of him, don't you Evelyn?"

 

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Oh, how considerate of you, sir, to show such consideration for Miss Evelyn. What a fine young gentleman you are, isn't he Evelyn? I do hope we shall be seeing more of him, don't you Evelyn?

"Oh, indeed, Auntie. Mr. Charles is a fine young man. I would love to see a lot more of him if he should find the time."

Evelyn's eyes never left his as she was sure that he understood her meaning. Her eyes had seen his discomfort as his fingers has traveled up her leg.

Now, Evelyn was a virgin. But she certainly did not want to be. She had listened eagerly to her older friends who would talk about their escapades with their lovers and what the wedding night was like. Evelyn knew that she did not want to wait that long. She had a desire for more.

And once she had seen Charles, she knew just who she wanted to get that more from.

The problem was how to make that possible. Meanwhile, her aunt was babbling on.

"We are truly lucky that Mr. Charles had time for a visit. I am sure that your duties keep your thus employed."

 

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"Oh, Miss Evelyn, I very much hope to see a great deal more of you also, if I may be so bold," replied Charles, looking into the playful eyes of the beautiful young woman stretched out on the settee. "I trust that we will be able to continue our delightful intercourse on a regular basis."

To answer her aunt's enquiry, he said, "The management of the Amplecock Estate does make some demands on my time, Lady Windmere, and I do have some engagements and obligations in Oxford that I must attend to, but I shall endeavour to make time to enjoy the company of Miss Evelyn while she is here. May I enquire, Evelyn, how long you propose to reside in Oxfordshire?"

Neither Evelyn nor Lady Windmere appeared to be aware of his engagement to Miss Gray, although the matter was not a secret and was known by some of his friends in Oxford. Charles was in no great hurry to inform them of the fact,though he was somewhat concerned that they might learn of it and then think badly of him.

They continued with polite conversation, discussing their interests in poetry and music. Evelyn promised to demonstrate her accomplishment at the pianoforte, as soon as her ankle was completely recovered, and Charles rashly undertook to sing some duets with her. Evelyn spoke of the delights of London, the shops, the parties, the balls, while Charles told stories of the countryside, the trees, birds and animals, and the local legends.

As the sun was setting, Lady Windmere invited him to dine with them, an offer which he gratefully accepted.

 

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Oh, Miss Evelyn, I very much hope to see a great deal more of you also, if I may be so bold. I trust that we will be able to continue our delightful intercourse on a regular basis.

She met his gaze and smiled, answering his subtle question.

As he spoke to her aunt of his home of Amplecock Estate, she only listened with remote interest. Her imagination filled her mind with various ways in which she and Mr. Charles could become better acquainted. Granted, she had only what the other young ladies had told her. That the first time hurt. That it involved blood. That a man's member would be shoved up inside you. That he would squirt white stuff in you. That it felt incredible. That one girl got pregnant and her family had to send her to the country for her confinement. That it was addictive. One girl claimed to have her lover push it up her bottom, but Evelyn thought that the girl was fibbing. Another one claimed that she licked and sucked her husband's manhood. Surely not! But as she had never seen one herself, all she had was what others whispered about.

Aunt Cora insisted upon expounding the talent of Evelyn on the pianoforte and there was talk about London and the countryside here and various other topics.

Eventually, as the sun was setting, her aunt invited him to dine with them this evening. Evelyn felt a thrill when he acquiesced and Aunt Cora left them to see to the meal and make sure an additional setting was placed for their guest.

 

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As Lady Windmere left the room, Charles was determined to take advantage of the opportunity for a few minutes alone with Evelyn.

"What fine eyes you have Miss Evelyn, and what beautiful white skin," he observed, whispering into her ear, addressing his gaze to the swell at the hem at the top of her low-cut dress.

"Are you enjoying your stay here in Oxfordshire, Evelyn? Do you have a pleasant room here, with a comfortable bed? I wonder whether, and where, we might have an opportunity to become more intimately acquainted. Perhaps we could discuss the possibilities for where we might meet after dinner?"

By the soft light of the candles on the dining table she looked even more radiant and beautiful. Under the table, he managed to let his leg brush against hers, as they ate and drank. Evelyn took several glasses of wine with her dinner, and became increasingly relaxed, smiling and laughing as they talked late into the evening.

 

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Evelyn somehow sat very prim and proper despite her "injured" foot being propped on the pillow. Once her aunt left the room, she felt her heart beating faster as Mr. Charles leaned over to whisper in her ear.

What fine eyes you have Miss Evelyn, and what beautiful white skin

"How generous you are in your compliments, Mr. Charles."

Are you enjoying your stay here in Oxfordshire, Evelyn? Do you have a pleasant room here, with a comfortable bed? I wonder whether, and where, we might have an opportunity to become more intimately acquainted. Perhaps we could discuss the possibilities for where we might meet after dinner?

"Oh, Mr. Charles. I am blessed with a very comfortable, and large, bed. Thank you for your interest. I'm sure that we can find some place totally quiet in which we may converse. Just leave it to me."

Mr. Charles, under the watchful eye of her Uncle, carefully escorted her to the dining room. She would periodically feel his leg brush against hers. She enjoyed the meal, and the company was delightful. She had several glasses of wine, which helped her to relax until by the end of the evening meal she felt quite gay and looked forward to "talking" with him.

"Auntie, would it be acceptable for Mr. Charles to help me to the bench in the garden. I feel the night air may help me sleep better. And I may ask Mr. Charles of the local entertainment."

"Oh, how nice. I think that might be possible. Though should your ankle give you a problem you must return indoors immediately."

She nudged his leg under the table.

 

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"What an excellent proposition, Miss Evelyn!" declared Charles, clapping his hands as he rose from the table. "It is a rather warm evening, so I feel sure that a little fresh air will prove most invigorating."

It was true, he was finding it warm, partly thanks to the food and wine but also due to the close proximity of Evelyn's leg under the table and the thoughts of all the things that he was planning to do with her, if she would allow him. He felt confident that, being just eighteen, she was almost certainly untouched. The notion of deflowering her excited him greatly, since that was a pleasure he had never previously enjoyed.

He took Evelyn's arm and they walked out into the garden and the cool night air. It was dark and clear and the stars were shining brightly. He put his arm around her and she guided him along the path away from the house to the bench.

"So do you have difficulty sleeping, Miss Evelyn? I wonder if I might be of any assistance to you in that regard."

He sat down next to her, with one arm around her waist and the other on her knee, and leaning towards her, started to kiss her cheek and the side of her neck.

 

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So do you have difficulty sleeping, Miss Evelyn? I wonder if I might be of any assistance to you in that regard

"Sometimes I do have trouble sleeping. It is so quiet out here in the country." She smiled as his hand stayed on her waist and the other hand on her knee under her dress. But the only place where it was skin on skin was his lips on her cheek and then her neck. She could feel her cheeks flush.

"I don't suppose that you would have any ideas on things that would be exciting for me? I am used to a bit more excitement since London always has entertainment that may be found." She lightly placed a dainty hand upon his knee, though there was somewhere else that she wished to touch.

"Have you, Mr. Charles?"

 

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"Ah, Miss Evelyn, perhaps you are missing the entertainments, the parties, the balls that you have been accustomed to in town! Let us hope that in time you may come to appreciate and enjoy country pleasures."

His hand was on her knee, under her dress but on top of her petticoat. He was not very familiar with the latest London fashions for ladies' undergarments, but he looked forward to investigating and exploring the matter further.

"Here in the country we must make our own entertainment and excitement. I shall do my best to provide you with some excitement and stimulation, Evelyn."

He was encouraged to go further by the touch of her hand on his knee. Gathering the flimsy fabric of her petticoat in his hand, he pulled it upwards until his hand was on her bare leg just above the knee.

"Perhaps you might find this entertaining, or even exciting?" he enquired, as his fingertips gently stroked the soft skin of her thigh, moving slowly upwards.