Mary has managed to track down the woman who observed her coupling in the railway carriage with Mr Chandos, and has invited her to London...
True to her word, I received a brief note in the post on Tuesday morning from Amelia confirming that she would be arriving at Arundel Court around half past five the following day and would expect to stay the night.
Georgina was thrown into an orgy of anticipation and yet again had to be disabused of the notion that she would be joining in whatever activities I had in mind for my new friend. More pouting and flouncing followed until finally I was forced to grasp her firmly by the waist and look her in the eye.
'My darling, you simply have to control yourself. If anything happens, you may watch from the mirror, but otherwise you will have to make yourself scarce when she is here. Or hide in the house at least.'
I leant forward and let my lips brush her neck. She shivered deliciously as I whispered, 'You like seeing me naked, don't you, Georgina?'
'Yes, I do,' she answered unequivocally, then turned her head to me, her lips parting, and for a moment we might have kissed, but I gently pushed her away and smiled.
She looked ruefully at me, then said rather flatly, 'My word, you are learning, aren't you? Very well. Jimmy and I will watch.'
'Not Jimmy. I've got plans for Jimmy,' I said.
With a little sigh of regret, she turned on her heel, and moments later I heard her footsteps on the stairs as she retreated to the boudoir.
Amelia Harrison and I had a most enjoyable time that evening. We dined early at the Langham and drank a fine bottle of claret with our roast lamb. The waiter was most attentive, and so he should have been. I had prepared for the evening with extra care, and Amelia's eyes had lit up as she saw me all ready to go out, dressed in a royal blue silk gown. Unknown to her I wore nothing underneath it, a state that always imbued a purring excitement in me when in public.
She also looked wonderful, her face animated and excited in a way far removed from the rather flat expression that had greeted me when I had first entered her morning room in Francombe. I think that, perhaps, after three years of limbo, the opportunity to throw caution to the winds and have a night on the town was more than attractive. She wore her hair styled high with loose ringlets falling onto her graceful neck and, like me, had used a little powder and lip stain to enhance her already very attractive face. The thought of kissing her made my pulse beat harder and sent little thrills through all sorts of places.
After dinner we took a cab to the Adelphi Theatre, where Mr Henry Vickers was starring in a musical comedy called It's All Down to Her! We took a box and were served a bottle of champagne as we watched the show, which certainly deserved its reputation as one of the hits of the season. Amelia's eyes were glowing as she watched the tall, elegant, and distinctly good-looking Mr Vickers as he sang and danced his way through a series of numbers.
'He's rather handsome, isn't he?' I whispered.
She nodded without taking her eyes off him. 'Oh yes, rather.'
After the show we took another cab to Claridge's and enjoyed a late supper as we watched the couples dancing. A pair of young naval officers in uniform asked permission to join us, and we danced and laughed with them for some time. Amelia blossomed as they paid her compliments and chattered lightheartedly. At last I caught her eye and, to the obvious disappointment of our friends in blue, we asked for a cab to be called.
When we got back to Arundel Court, it was late and we were both distinctly tiddly, but I suggested a last nightcap in the boudoir and she readily agreed. As we stood in the hall, she told me how much she had enjoyed the evening and how grateful she was that we had become friends.
'Even after such an unusual introduction?' I laughed.
'Even so,' she replied, and as we climbed the stairs, she took my arm. 'Where's the upstanding Mr Chandos when you need him?' she whispered naughtily.
'Amelia Harrison!' I feigned shock for a second, then as she collapsed into giggles, I joined her, and it was a very merry pair of ladies who sank onto the comfortable settee in front of the big mirror.
'Someone's lit the fire,' she observed. It was true that the room was warm and the fire burned down low.
'Jimmy must be back,' I said. I'd mentioned him earlier, even though, like Georgina, he had not put in an appearance before we went out.
We sat and chatted about the evening for a while with our brandies until I asked her to excuse me. She naturally assumed I was going to the bathroom, and in this she was quite correct, although she would have had the wrong idea about my purpose. I opened the door quietly and had a whispered conversation with the person inside. He was ready. My word, he was ready. And having seen him, so was I.
I walked quietly back along the corridor, popped my head around the door of the boudoir, and with a confidential grin, hissed at Amelia.
'Come here, my darling. This is distinctly worth seeing.' I put my finger over my lips as her eyebrows rose in a query, but, clearly intrigued, she stood and came over to the door. I breathed in her ear, 'Follow me. Shhhh.'
Taking her hand, I crept towards the bathroom door, which was now half open, allowing the smell of sandalwood and steam to drift into the corridor. Arriving outside it, I again put my finger to my lips and raised my eyebrows.
She frowned a little and silently mouthed, 'What?'
I gently steered her into position so that she could look through the inch-wide crack between the door and the jamb. She put her eye to it, and I heard a deep intake of breath and felt a quiver run through her body. Kneeling down, I edged in below her and looked too.
The bathroom was lit by two candles that had been placed on the chest. Their light threw a warm but faint glow onto Jimmy, who had clearly just bathed. He was standing at an angle to us, his front concealed, towel in hand and stark naked. As we watched, he tossed the towel onto a chair and reached forward to pick up a dark brown bottle of oil which was standing next to the candles.
Seemingly unaware of our voyeuristic presence, he tipped some into his hand and started to rub his arms and shoulders. Hearts beating, we watched as the oil slowly covered them, making every muscle and sinew stand out in the dim glow of the candles. He continued across his torso, his hands out of sight, but when he reached behind and oiled his buttocks, Amelia uttered something between a quiet sigh and a groan of longing. Still with his back to us, finally we saw his hands reach down to his groin, and it became apparent that he was slowly oiling his cock and balls.
After a minute or so of this, his head went back a little and he uttered a sigh of satisfaction as his hands worked away.
I stood and tapped Amelia on the shoulder. She turned to look at me, her eyes unfocused and far away, a deep red flush across her neck. I gave her my best imitation of Georgina's mock outraged horror look. I think she must have realised what I had in mind, and she started to shake her head, mouthing, 'No. No.'
Too late, my darling. This is what you need, I thought.
Hooking her arm firmly in mine, I pushed the bathroom door open with my foot. It swung silently back on its hinges, and as Jimmy sensed the air change in the room and stilled his hands, I spoke quietly.
'Who's going to do your back, then?'
He froze for a moment but did not turn around. Instead, his hands resumed their regular movement. 'Is that you, Miss Felix?'
'And my friend, Jimmy. This is Mrs Harrison.' I felt her stiffen and try to pull away from me, but I had her arm too tightly. 'Turn around and say hello.'
Slowly, he moved to face us, stepping back a pace so the light from the candles shone onto one side of him, leaving the rest of the room in darkness.
'Oh my God,' whispered the woman at my side as she stared spellbound.
And she had a point.
Standing tall and naked in the steamy shadows, his magnificently muscled body glistening where the light caught it, he did indeed look like a primeval god, as though from a classical myth. His cock was semi erect and standing out from his groin, the head exposed. Like myself, he shaved down there, so his long, thick shaft and heavy balls looked enormous.
Smiling silently, he picked up the oil and held it out to me. I could hear Amelia breathing heavily next to me as I led her into the bathroom and took it from him. He was at least a foot taller than us, and his close physical presence was profoundly exciting, a latent masculine energy that reached out and engulfed us both.
'Hold out your hands, Amelia,' I said to her. As if in a dream, she obeyed my instruction, and I poured a generous measure into her cupped palms before taking some for myself. 'Now turn round, Jimmy,' I instructed, and he complied.
With no further ado, I placed my hands on his broad shoulder blades and started to rub the oil in. 'Come on, Amelia. It's in your hands now; you might as well use it,' I whispered to her, and with a faint sigh she placed her hands next to mine and started to massage the oil into his skin.
We took our time and worked slowly over his entire back, then, with increasing enthusiasm on Amelia's part, we started on his buttocks and thighs. The fact they had already been done mattered not. His muscles were firm and unyielding, and the devil in me meant that I spent some time working the oil deep into his crack, stroking and occasionally slipping my finger into his bum hole, a little at first, then deep, past my second knuckle. Amelia looked shocked at this, but he sighed and flexed as I did it, and from my position at his side I watched his cock climb some degrees and approach the vertical. It was a veritable beast of a thing, no doubt about it.
There was no resistance from Amelia as I took her hand and slowly guided it down between his buttocks. 'Stroke his balls, my darling. That's what he needs,' I said quietly.
