Chapter 81: Experienced

The luscious young woman was seated between two fops well back in the corner of a smoky tavern. I had watched them for a while and decided that she was in some trouble. The light was dim but the lantern above them showed the tops of her high, firm breasts which lay in a gown so low cut as to be nearly without bodice.

I sat down by a macaroni wearing an embroidered waistcoat over his bulging belly. "Miss," I said, "May I be of service?"

"If you please," she said sweetly, pulling up her dress with her thumbs, "These gentlemen have worn out heir welcome."

"I say," croaked the one nearest me, "really Deborah, that is crude."

"It's not your business," said the one sitting across from me who, I quickly decided, was the son of the fat one. He sneered at me. "You infernal mechanics don't know your place."

I stood out in the aisle and gestured.

"Go to hell," cried the slim young man.

I grabbed him by the back of his coat collar and yanked him to his feet. The older man cried, "Wait. We are leaving, Isaac. It is what she wants."

I nodded to him and he took his son's elbow and led him toward the front door. "You shall pay for this, you interloper," the younger man cried.

After they left, I sat down and smiled at the girl, waving at a serving girl. "Care for a beer?" I asked.

"Cider, please," she said, "and thank you. They were getting to be boring."

I introduced myself and she said she was Deborah Miller from down near Philadelphia. "I was to marry that young one, but I've decided against it."

I sat back and drank my beer and admired her posture and her lovely face and long, dark hair.

"I've been married," she said, "I know some of the problems."

"Widow?" I asked.

"Probably. Let's say lost at sea. Been gone more than a year. I had a court declare him dead." She smiled. "The judge was most accommodating. It usually takes longer but since there was no estate, no other kin." She shrugged and then pulled up her dress again, frowning. "I made a mistake with this gown. It won't stay up."

"Makes for a scenic view," I said.

She laughed, jiggling her jugs and kicked at me under the table.

"What now?" I asked. "Do you want something to eat?"

She shook her curls. "Back to Germantown on the stage. But I've a room here until tomorrow if you are interested."

That stopped me. "Interested?" I said, reaching across the small table to push her dress a bit lower in front with a poking finger between her full melons.

"Um," she said, sitting up very straight so her boobs jutted out, more pear shaped than round, the tops of her nipples nearly purple in the faint light. "I need a man, need to be, how do they say, to be refreshed. I thought that rich young man, Phillip, might do but he is worthless in bed."

"So you tried him out?" I asked.

"Um," she said, drinking her cider. "And his father as well. He was even worse, spurted before he was well in."

"Tsk, tsk," I said, rapidly hardening. "Some men are in such a hurry."

"You would have thought he had never seen a naked woman," she said.

"Probably hadn't."

She nodded her head from side to side and grinned. "I think I frightened them both.

"Sure you don't need something to eat?"

"No, that's not what I need. Come." She stood, displaying her fine ass, and we quickly mounted the stairs, entered her room, locked the door and joined our mouths.

"Now," she said, tossing her dress aside after pulling it over her head, "you'll have to help me with my damn stays. My maid did them this morning, and I didn't bother to doff them for those two."

Sans boots and britches, I unlaced her, and she pulled her corset around in front of her, looked down between jutting breasts and finished the job. "Hate the things," she said, tossing her fancy corset aside. She sat on the big bed, peeling off her stockings and then pulled her shift over her head, and I came around to face her, bare as she was and reasonably riled.