Steampunk adventure in the Sky (Closed to SnowHeart)
Charles Palmer looked out over the room of assembled scientists and press with a certain amount of trepidation. His nervousness was not based on the unlikely flying machine that was visible through the hanger doors, but rather on the elaborate lie he was afraid he would be caught in. Men of Charles' skill and creativity were not meant to exist, well rather they could have the potential but were very unlikely to be given the chance to let it flourish. Ivory City and its surrounding monarchy was a very sexist society, the few men who were given the chance at higher education, would maybe be trained as nurses, to aid the more knowledgeable female doctors, or to be field medics during times of war. A man might be excited to get the chance to study food science and get an exciting job in the hospitality industry or to be a teacher of languages or liberal arts. But for a man to be formally trained in a high science like steam propulsion or mechanics was not going to happen, and in fact it did not happen for Charles either. He was just lucky to have grown up in the country, with a rich liberal mother who loved her only child and was very open minded.
Charles Palmer grew up on a rural farm outside of the city. His father had been a soldier (another noble profession for men to follow) and had passed away when Charles was still a young boy. His mother had never remarried and was content with her one child, even if it was a boy, and by the laws of the land he would never inherit her wealth. In fact it was for that reason that she kept much of the wealth she had amassed a secret and only on her death had Charles learned about it through a note delivered by her estate. The law of the country was quite specific, in the event of a family having no direct female heirs, the majority of the estate would pass to the state for distribution amongst the needy. This did not mean that surviving male heirs would be left destitute, in fact they would be given a decent stipend that would see to their modest needs, and in Charles case he would keep the farm. Farming and manual labor were honest professions for men and the farm functioned well. So his mother had hidden her wealth that when she passed away the state received what seemed reasonable from the holding and Charles would still have money for his dream that his mother had always known he had.
Hiding her wealth was not the only defiance Charles' mother had, she had also recognized from a young age that he had a brilliant mind and she had ensured that that was nurtured. That had been a little trickier to accomplish and had relied on the good will of others. Firstly from a young age, he had worked alongside the experienced farmers but secretly at night he had studied books and journals acquired by his mother. This had been difficult for the young boy, but this had not only ensured he grew up healthy and strong but also was instilled with a strong work ethic, something that would help him after he finished what was considered minimal schooling years.
Charles' mother hired a tutor who not only taught him the allowed skills in languages and arts but also secretly sciences that were pretty much forbidden for men. Charles was not exactly sure exactly how his mother kept their secret, but he did not mind, as he loved to build machines and wanted to see the world, and his tutor was a pretty woman somewhere between his and his mothers age, who had large breasts and wore the fashionably low cut dresses of the day. He was unsure how many times she had caught him ogling her taught nipples through the material of her dress or watching her from the bushes when she would swim in the river, with barely a slip on. He wondered if she knew how many times he whispered her name, Jenny, while he stroked his prodigious cock at night. But if Jenny his bubbly busty tutor did not know these things, she certainly would catch him one night spying on her in a rather embarrassing situation.
Charles had often sneaked into his tutors room either to go through her underclothes or to spy on her while she slept. He believed he was pretty adept at opening the door quietly and thus believed she was unaware of his spying. Once or twice he had even spied on her bathing and had caught a glimpse of her nipples. His obsession and sexual desire was rather silly, as although it was not openly advertised, prostitution, both male and female, was not frowned upon. It was in fact the one profession that both males and females were regarded on an equal footing , as well as being the one untaxed occupation. Many successful women did not have time to pursue a marriage, so a trained man in the art of love making was often needed, just as busy wives needed to keep their idle husbands busy.
One night when Charles had just turned twenty, he was on the way to tell his tutor some exciting discovery he had made, when he heard a soft moan coming from her room. Hoping to maybe catch her naked he quietly cracked the door open and peeked in only to find Jessica seated on her bed, her skirts hiked up to her waist and her legs splayed wide open. If that was a pleasant site it was the cause of her moaning that caused the shock, his mother kneeling between the younger woman's legs with her head buried between Jenny's thighs. The tutor was obviously enjoying the attention, as she gasped and moaned, and Charles was just too shocked to pull away before she spotted his peeking face and smiled slyly at him, and pressing his mothers head against her. It was obvious that not only money was a motivation for keeping the tutors lessons a secret as Charles slipped away, his dreams of winning his tutors heart dashed.
From that day things changed, Jennifer would flirt more and reward him with soft touches and light brushes from her breasts. She would reward particularly good work with opportunities to grope her ample bust, and Charles discovered new underwear more easily accessible. Lessons, when the house was quieter, began to include 'how to pleasure a woman' but this was done blindfolded and although Charles had many practical lessons he hardly got the chance to see his tutor naked, but her instruction was detailed and it became obvious she enjoyed them as much as Charles. He began to wonder if she secretly compared his skill to his mother.
It was only on his final day of lessons that Jenny approached him with a graduation present, herself. She led him to her room, with its already backed bags and seated herself on her bed, just as he had witnessed a few years before, but this time she was fully naked. Charles tried everything she had taught him and if he was any good when he finally finally put his aching cock inside her, she never said. Instead when it was all over she bid him farewell and after a long sensual kiss with his mother, Jennifer his bubbly, in more ways than one, tutor took her final payment and left.
Charles would continue with his work, inventing many contraptions that no one would ever see. He lived a normal life, fell in and out of love, but always continued to work on the great steam flyer he had perceived years before. Even after his mother died, he made a deal with the chief farm hands. If they helped him build his machine and kept his secret he would bequeath the farm to their wives when he left on his big adventure.
Now finally after years of work the Bubble Blimp was ready to make its maiden voyage. Steam and balloon powered flyers where nothing new, but what made his so special was its size and promise that it would stay in the air for an unprecedented amount of time. This meant you could practically live in the machine and would allow for longer travel and the chance to maybe go beyond the borders of the known world. Not many of those gathered believed the claims of the Bubble Blimp's creator, the elusive Jenny Bubbles who chose not to make an appearance but rather send her pilot (after all this new invention may still have dangers) to talk to the press and members of the Science League.
The reports were skeptical, the machine looked too large, it would never fly. Charles had to be careful to play dumb and hint that the inventor Ms Bubbles, a name he had chosen from his tutor who always seemed so happy, had mentioned special techniques.
What made the engine so powerful? was met with shrugs from him, he didn't know, he had been chosen to fly the machine so that if it blew up Ms Bubbles would not be harmed. Maybe it required some muscle to pull the levers and that is what us men are good for in the end.
Where is Ms Bubbles? I think she is a bit of a socialite now that she is in the city, I did think she would be here, but I must have assumed wrong.
Can we have a closer look? I am sure she would like to keep her ground breaking work secret until it at least flies for the first time, and any questions you have I wouldn't be able to answer.
Slowly the questions died down and the crowd began to thin out, still doubting that the huge contraption would fly the following morning.
Charles Palmer looked out over the room of assembled scientists and press with a certain amount of trepidation. His nervousness was not based on the unlikely flying machine that was visible through the hanger doors, but rather on the elaborate lie he was afraid he would be caught in. Men of Charles' skill and creativity were not meant to exist, well rather they could have the potential but were very unlikely to be given the chance to let it flourish. Ivory City and its surrounding monarchy was a very sexist society, the few men who were given the chance at higher education, would maybe be trained as nurses, to aid the more knowledgeable female doctors, or to be field medics during times of war. A man might be excited to get the chance to study food science and get an exciting job in the hospitality industry or to be a teacher of languages or liberal arts. But for a man to be formally trained in a high science like steam propulsion or mechanics was not going to happen, and in fact it did not happen for Charles either. He was just lucky to have grown up in the country, with a rich liberal mother who loved her only child and was very open minded.
Charles Palmer grew up on a rural farm outside of the city. His father had been a soldier (another noble profession for men to follow) and had passed away when Charles was still a young boy. His mother had never remarried and was content with her one child, even if it was a boy, and by the laws of the land he would never inherit her wealth. In fact it was for that reason that she kept much of the wealth she had amassed a secret and only on her death had Charles learned about it through a note delivered by her estate. The law of the country was quite specific, in the event of a family having no direct female heirs, the majority of the estate would pass to the state for distribution amongst the needy. This did not mean that surviving male heirs would be left destitute, in fact they would be given a decent stipend that would see to their modest needs, and in Charles case he would keep the farm. Farming and manual labor were honest professions for men and the farm functioned well. So his mother had hidden her wealth that when she passed away the state received what seemed reasonable from the holding and Charles would still have money for his dream that his mother had always known he had.
Hiding her wealth was not the only defiance Charles' mother had, she had also recognized from a young age that he had a brilliant mind and she had ensured that that was nurtured. That had been a little trickier to accomplish and had relied on the good will of others. Firstly from a young age, he had worked alongside the experienced farmers but secretly at night he had studied books and journals acquired by his mother. This had been difficult for the young boy, but this had not only ensured he grew up healthy and strong but also was instilled with a strong work ethic, something that would help him after he finished what was considered minimal schooling years.
Charles' mother hired a tutor who not only taught him the allowed skills in languages and arts but also secretly sciences that were pretty much forbidden for men. Charles was not exactly sure exactly how his mother kept their secret, but he did not mind, as he loved to build machines and wanted to see the world, and his tutor was a pretty woman somewhere between his and his mothers age, who had large breasts and wore the fashionably low cut dresses of the day. He was unsure how many times she had caught him ogling her taught nipples through the material of her dress or watching her from the bushes when she would swim in the river, with barely a slip on. He wondered if she knew how many times he whispered her name, Jenny, while he stroked his prodigious cock at night. But if Jenny his bubbly busty tutor did not know these things, she certainly would catch him one night spying on her in a rather embarrassing situation.
Charles had often sneaked into his tutors room either to go through her underclothes or to spy on her while she slept. He believed he was pretty adept at opening the door quietly and thus believed she was unaware of his spying. Once or twice he had even spied on her bathing and had caught a glimpse of her nipples. His obsession and sexual desire was rather silly, as although it was not openly advertised, prostitution, both male and female, was not frowned upon. It was in fact the one profession that both males and females were regarded on an equal footing , as well as being the one untaxed occupation. Many successful women did not have time to pursue a marriage, so a trained man in the art of love making was often needed, just as busy wives needed to keep their idle husbands busy.
One night when Charles had just turned twenty, he was on the way to tell his tutor some exciting discovery he had made, when he heard a soft moan coming from her room. Hoping to maybe catch her naked he quietly cracked the door open and peeked in only to find Jessica seated on her bed, her skirts hiked up to her waist and her legs splayed wide open. If that was a pleasant site it was the cause of her moaning that caused the shock, his mother kneeling between the younger woman's legs with her head buried between Jenny's thighs. The tutor was obviously enjoying the attention, as she gasped and moaned, and Charles was just too shocked to pull away before she spotted his peeking face and smiled slyly at him, and pressing his mothers head against her. It was obvious that not only money was a motivation for keeping the tutors lessons a secret as Charles slipped away, his dreams of winning his tutors heart dashed.
From that day things changed, Jennifer would flirt more and reward him with soft touches and light brushes from her breasts. She would reward particularly good work with opportunities to grope her ample bust, and Charles discovered new underwear more easily accessible. Lessons, when the house was quieter, began to include 'how to pleasure a woman' but this was done blindfolded and although Charles had many practical lessons he hardly got the chance to see his tutor naked, but her instruction was detailed and it became obvious she enjoyed them as much as Charles. He began to wonder if she secretly compared his skill to his mother.
It was only on his final day of lessons that Jenny approached him with a graduation present, herself. She led him to her room, with its already backed bags and seated herself on her bed, just as he had witnessed a few years before, but this time she was fully naked. Charles tried everything she had taught him and if he was any good when he finally finally put his aching cock inside her, she never said. Instead when it was all over she bid him farewell and after a long sensual kiss with his mother, Jennifer his bubbly, in more ways than one, tutor took her final payment and left.
Charles would continue with his work, inventing many contraptions that no one would ever see. He lived a normal life, fell in and out of love, but always continued to work on the great steam flyer he had perceived years before. Even after his mother died, he made a deal with the chief farm hands. If they helped him build his machine and kept his secret he would bequeath the farm to their wives when he left on his big adventure.
Now finally after years of work the Bubble Blimp was ready to make its maiden voyage. Steam and balloon powered flyers where nothing new, but what made his so special was its size and promise that it would stay in the air for an unprecedented amount of time. This meant you could practically live in the machine and would allow for longer travel and the chance to maybe go beyond the borders of the known world. Not many of those gathered believed the claims of the Bubble Blimp's creator, the elusive Jenny Bubbles who chose not to make an appearance but rather send her pilot (after all this new invention may still have dangers) to talk to the press and members of the Science League.
The reports were skeptical, the machine looked too large, it would never fly. Charles had to be careful to play dumb and hint that the inventor Ms Bubbles, a name he had chosen from his tutor who always seemed so happy, had mentioned special techniques.
What made the engine so powerful? was met with shrugs from him, he didn't know, he had been chosen to fly the machine so that if it blew up Ms Bubbles would not be harmed. Maybe it required some muscle to pull the levers and that is what us men are good for in the end.
Where is Ms Bubbles? I think she is a bit of a socialite now that she is in the city, I did think she would be here, but I must have assumed wrong.
Can we have a closer look? I am sure she would like to keep her ground breaking work secret until it at least flies for the first time, and any questions you have I wouldn't be able to answer.
Slowly the questions died down and the crowd began to thin out, still doubting that the huge contraption would fly the following morning.
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