Chapter 13: Filles de Joie

But nobody is going to rescue me. Somehow I must find the courage to follow Madame Baxter to a room which I enter with Samuel. Madame Baxter leaves us and I look at Samuel. I’m doing my best not to start shaking, and I’m moderately proud that I’ve so far followed Richard’s advice and not started screaming. I nervously step backwards only to fall back onto the bed. Now I’m lying on the bed giving the totally wrong impression.

“Would you mind if we talk for a while,” says Samuel.

My frantic mind suddenly registers what he just said. Talk? Yes, talking is fine. All night if you like. I can handle talking.

I take a few deep breaths trying to make sure my answer doesn’t come out in a nervous squeak. But taking deep breaths in this low cut dress is not the wisest move, and Samuel’s eyes go wide. I have to quickly push my tits back into my dress.

“I’m so sorry to disappoint you,” says Samuel. “You are so beautiful and I know I should be able to take you in my arms and make passionate love to you. But I don’t know how, and I’m not certain I’m ready. My father insisted on bringing me here. It’s my eighteenth birthday, and it’s apparently a tradition in my father’s family.”

Beautiful? Me? That’s the first time anyone has said that to me.

“We can talk if you like. Tell me about yourself,” I manage to say without sounding too shrill.

After an hour of talking I’m beginning to like Samuel. In other circumstances I would invite him to tea with Mama. I’ve been very careful not to tell him anything of importance about me, as much as I would like us to know each other better.

It is well past one o’clock in the morning and we are both getting sleepy. Without thinking about it we lie next to each other on the bed and both fall asleep. At some stage in the night Samuel’s arm finds it’s way round my shoulder and I wake just before dawn to find my head on his bare chest and the rest of me snuggled close to him.

Suddenly I’m fully awake and I remember where I am. I’m lying in bed next to a nearnaked man! I slide out of bed as quietly as I can, only to find that Samuel has undone the back of my dress while I slept and it falls about my waist. What’s more he’s awake and he gently pulls me towards him. I start to panic. He then leans forward and finds my mouth with his. His kiss calms my panic and I relax as he gently kisses my face and neck. I don’t even resist when his hands start kneading my tits.

Lust overcomes me and I reach down for his erect cock. Hand jobs and blow jobs are among the topics fine ladies like to talk about at certain social gatherings. Until now it has all been talk and theory to me. Finally I’m presented with an opportunity to put theory into practise. I work my way down Samuel’s body and take his cock into my mouth. I must be doing something right because Samuel gets very excited. He loses control and showers my face with his cum. It’s a wild experience that bizarrely leaves me feeling proud of myself. Quite why is something I don’t wish to discuss.

Our short period of passion continues for few minutes before it is interrupted by a knock on the door and Samuel’s father’s voice from the corridor.

“Sorry son, but we have to be going if we’re to get home before your mother wakes.”

I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed. But Samuel makes his apologies as he puts on his clothes and in less than a minute he has joined his father.