In a pale blue sky, the Winter sun sat looking down over the snow covered landscape of Old London Town and the populace that lived out their day to day lives. The date was the 10th of December 1889 and the oncoming festive season gave rise to an air of eager anticipation despite the hardships of daily living for the majority.
Along the banks of the frozen Serpentine, people from all walks of life and social standing were out and about enjoying the Christmas card scenery of Hyde Park. On the lake, families gathered, children played, and couples courted for it was the first time in a number of years that the ice had been thick enough to safely traverse. Winter fairs were a popular attraction in Victorian London as two women wrapped up snug and warm against the biting cold strolled arm in arm enjoying the simple pleasures of the day. Prudence glanced across at Lizzie wondering what she was thinking for their first meeting after the events of a few days ago had been an awkward affair for the Tea Room had been packed with patrons and conversation both casual and private would be easily overheard. So this hour found them away from the crowds and able to converse with ease.
They found a small bench and, after dusting off the layer of snow, sat down together. Prudence pulled her coat tighter around her and buried both hands into her muffler. That her companion was deep in thought was obvious and Prudence remained silent to give the younger woman a moment to gather herself.
Lizzie reached up and fiddled with the strings of her woolen hat as she looked across the white fields. "It's so beautiful," she breathed. "Albert and I always loved this time of year. Those times seem so long ago now."
Prudence patted her gloved hand. "Henry always said that even when life is cruel and unkind it is always the nature of who we are to look for a brighter day. I tend to worry about things of inconsequence that matter not whereas my husband is forever the eternal optimist. My life is not what it was even a mere six months ago though and I have changed much in my outlook. Despite losing Albert, you should seek out the things that truly mean something to you. Apart from good health, the only thing that matters in this life is to be happy and content with your lot."
Lizzie nodded. "Oh, all that I understand. To dwell in the past is no good for anyone. The memories that I cherish will always be happy one's, Prudence. What happened the other afternoon," she paused and turned to look at her older friend. "Was the beginning of a new day. I know that now. I've thought much since then about what occurred and come to realize that it was something I needed to do in order to change the way I was living my life. It was so much more than just what happened between us physically." She pressed a hand on her chest. "In here is where it mattered most." She gave a wry smile, "Though I have to admit I was mightily impressed with your husband's delicious cock."
Both women giggled and hugged each other.
"Did he really have no idea?" asked Lizzie.
Prudence shook her head. "No, none. I can't begin to tell you the conversation we had once we had returned home. The man was positively speechless for the rest of the evening and kept staring at me in a most peculiar way!" she laughed. "Once the surprise had worn off he was quite enthusiastic about the whole escapade. Fucking a new pussy will render any doubt worthless for most men I suspect."
"Does Henry take advantage of you often?"
Prudence pursed her lips. "Oh, much more these past few months, Lizzie. To be truthful, until Henry took our sex life in hand, I was the prim and proper wife who took the act of lovemaking as a chore and something that was a weekly ritual to be endured." She looked down and dug the toe of her right boot into the snow. "Henry must have thought I had the sexuality and libido of an old maid. Breed a family then have done with all that disgusting nonsense."
"We are so alike you and I," said Lizzie quietly. "Funny how fate plays her hand sometimes."
The snow had begun to fall again as the bells of St Pauls pealed in the distance. Lizzie took her hand and stood up. "Come let us be on our way for the sky looks full and I don't fancy the idea of walking up Ludgate in a blizzard. You can catch a hansom at the entrance to the park."
*
Prudence mounted the step and got into the black carriage. In front, a pair of Shires stood blowing clouds of white steam as their driver jumped up into his seat. Prudence pulled the door shut and leaned out of the window as Lizzie stood outside. "Remember, next Tuesday. We should arrive around one depending on the weather. Another day can be arranged if travelling is impossible due to the snow. Oh, and remind me to make plans for Christmas as I'm sure you'd be made most welcome by the family."
A gust of wind had Lizzie clasping the hat on her head as she walked alongside the hansom as it began to move slowly across the lane. "I shall," she shouted as the wind picked up. Then, "Oh, wait!" She reached into her muffler and pulled something out. "Here, I nearly forgot. My answer!" And she handed Prudence a note through the window and stood waving as the carriage took Prudence back home.
Prudence sat back in the seat and unfolded the piece of paper. On it was wrote:
"Inquiring minds may need to know that Curiosity is a most persistent thing.
Yours in virgin anticipation.
Elizabeth Armitage."
Prudence smiled as the snow swirled around her carriage and the world outside faded away like an early morning mist.
*
The following Tuesday morning found Miss Elizabeth Armitage all of a fuss. The anticipation of this day had begun the previous evening as she had sat reading a book in her drawing room. With each page turned, her gaze would be drawn to the clock on the wall as it ticked away each second that felt like an eternity. Her mind wouldn't rest easy this night she sighed and put the book to one side to sit pondering her situation in front of the fire. That anticipation was most assuredly the work of the devil for her imagination was tormenting her as to the kind of physical ravishment's she was to experience on the 'morrow. Her face flushed as she relived the moment she had released Mr Chamber's most outrageous member to her shocked gaze. The man was hung beyond measure and no wonder his wife walked about town with a permanent smile on her face and skip to her step.
She sat back in her chair and rested her clasped hands on her stomach for her first penetration by that beast still lingered even all these days later. That feeling of being so completely stuffed with good, hard, solid cock that had stretched her sex so delightfully and the delicious ache was a joy that had never left her deep inside. She loved and savored that sense of absolute fulfillment and sated exhaustion that had seeped into her bones and left her wanting more. And more was to come during the afternoon hours of the next day. She slowly ran her tongue over her lips and pressed her hands into her groin to ease the itch in her privates. But this time it would be different. This time she was going to experience something that was beyond "normal" sex. Prudence had hinted at the possibility and she had replied in the positive and now she waited with vulgar whispers teasing and tormenting her. As she had sat in her chair with the clock ticking time away, she was acutely aware of the quiet throbbing of that orifice between her bottom cheeks.
As expected, the night had been a restless one and the early hours of the following day had been spent doing her regular housework and daily chores. Lizzie kept busy until mid-day and made herself a light snack even though her appetite was nowhere to be found. As each minute passed, her nervous anticipation increased until she was walking around her room muttering to herself to gather her wits and show some decorum and emotional backbone.
She went to the window and peeked through the lace mesh covering them. Prudence and her husband would be here in less than an hour!
