I had been unhappy at being moved from the trenches around New York. There had been no actual fighting these past 18 months, not since our great victory over Cornwallis at Yorktown. But being pulled away from my troops before the war was over did not seem right. I had earned that rank of Captain and I wished to keep it.
I was being sent to France to be an Aide to Mr. Franklin. After a harsh spring North Atlantic voyage, I arrived at Mr. Franklin's house. Glad to be back on firm ground.
That second day in outside Paris, Mr. Franklin already had a mission for me inside Paris. I was to take a letter from Franklin to Madame Dupin. I was to read her Franklin's letter, plead the American rebel cause, and bring her response back to Franklin. France had supported the new United States with both troops and navy. Franklin was still trying to borrow money to keep Washington's army together.
Franklin warned me not to be shocked at how I would be received. At our early 2PM appointment, she would probably be just rising from bed. I should not be surprised if she received me in her boudoir in "deshabile", in little more than a light weight loose chemise. She would not be a young woman to a young captain, but I would see nothing that was not most pleasant. I was to remember this was a diplomatic mission and do my best for my young fragile country.
Franklin's secretary dressed me for the occasion. He put me in a lace trimmed shirt, gold figured waistcoat, tan britches, white stockings, dark blue coat braided with gold, my hair dressed and powdered, and a large black bag covered my que. He took my officer's sword and replaced it with a light court sword, gold and jeweled. He finished me with a tricorn with a large plume and gold braid. This farm boy had never worn such gold and finery in his life. Even as officer, the trenches were not the place for such furfures.
When I arrived, I was disappointed to see she was fully dressed in full corset and gown. But Franklin had been right -- what I did see was most pleasant. A little older than me, but indeed an enticing woman. Jewels and gold drew my eye to nearly bare bosom. Even her toilette maids that followed her everywhere were dressed in what would be America's finest ladies. They were more my age and showed more charm than any of the fine ladies I had left in America.
She took me tenderly by the elbow, as if we were close friends or lovers, and lead me out back to her garden. She had me lie down amongst her flowers, while she climbed on a swing. I was to read Franklin's letter from lying in the middle of her scented flower garden, a she swung over me.
In the backstroke away from me, she would look deeply into my eyes. As she swung over me, the air would catch her petticoats and reveal more of her feminine charms with each swing. Each swing she would kick higher, or spread her legs more, or scoot more forward in her seat. Until I could see distinctly that her stocking were folded over her garters just above her knee. I could see her thighs were bare. I could see that her nether lips were growing, pink, wet, and luscious with excitement the more she exposed herself to me. Her inner lips had swelled well out beyond her outer lips. And those eyes kept boring into me at each backstroke; to be sure of the effect she was having upon me.
I did, indeed, read Franklin's entire letter to her. I do not remember what he was asking. I cannot remember any of my attempts to plead the American cause -- could I even stammer out any? What did I say? I don't think she was listening to me anyway. I was her toy for that hour and that was all that mattered to either of us.
Taking me lovingly by the arm again, she lead me back into the house saying it was time for her toilette and could I please continue our conversations as her maids prepared her for the evening?
The toilette maids removed her gown, her many petticoats, her shoes, and now her corset (stays to the ladies in America). They were also filling a hot bath. She had me remove her stockings, lifting her chemise above her waist to give me access to her legs. Her very swollen cunt inner cunt lips were now out beyond her outer lips and only inches from my eyes.
The maids removed the chemise to leave their lady mistress totally naked (except for those enticing jewels) before me. She pranced around lightly. Spinning. Offering to show me all of her womanliness.
She told the maids that I had agreed to bath her and their help would not be needed until she called later. We had discussed nothing of the matter, but if I was to help bath this vixen, that was OK to this soldier.
She had faced me and asked me to remove her jewels. I hand to reach around her to unclasp her necklace. She held my arm as she stepped into her bath. Sitting, she bent over to wet her face. Coming up, she asked me to take the sponge and some soap and wash her back. I did, but I kept the one hand free to roam her back at will.
She then leaned back and asked me to wash her face. She looked into my eyes the whole time. Then she asked that I wash her breast and belly. I lost track of her eyes as I washed and surveyed her charms. My free hand fondled her sex, as I sponged the rest of her.
She asked that not forget to bath her legs. I continued to fondle her sex as I sponged her legs, too.
She stepped out of her bath. She had me dry her.
She stepped into her bedroom. She asked I would lie beside her and warm her in her bed, as she was now cold. I started to crawl in, but she stopped. You cannot warm me with your clothes on.
