by Lord Sopping
(Note: This is excerpted from a novel I’m writing set in the late Victorian period, specifically the mid 1890’s. The central character, Laura has been secretly in love with her Uncle since childhood. He in turn has watched her grow from a child into a lovely young woman which has prompted barely repressed urges. All this comes to a head one night while they return home from dinner when they give in to temptation and make passionate love in their carriage during the ride to their hotel. As this story begins, the pair have arrived at the hotel.)
Uncle and I walk through the ornate lobby of our hotel, our outward appearance giving no indication of what transpired between us during the ride from the Westerbrook Club. But under my cloak my breasts still tingle at the memory of Uncle’s lips running across them, the nipples rising at his kiss, my womb swims with his seed and I know my stockings are stained where some has run down my legs mixed with the blood that is the consequence of my having willingly surrendered my chastity to him.
We walk up the stairs arm in arm, acknowledging the greetings of other couples. I glow at the respect Uncle is shown because of his position in world commerce. He in turns looks down at me with pride at the woman I’ve become. We come to my room, exchange a kiss far more chaste then what we shared in the carriage as I rode his stiff cock. I touch his arm, my eyes conveying the desire that he come in with me, that we strip each other naked, and spend the night in my bed, restoking the fires that were ignited. We kiss again and his hands slip up under my cloak to cup and squeeze my breasts through my bodice, my knees trembling at his touch. I whisper for him to take them out, to kiss them as he had in the carriage.
"We must be cautious." he replies softly, removing his hands with reluctance from my bosom, "No one must know of our secret, least of all your Aunt."
"I understand Uncle." I reply in turn, kissing him gently on the cheek. "But when can we...?"
"I have a friend. He has a Villa in the Italian Countryside; there is a pool in the gardens.."
"Where we can swim with nothing on!" I gasp excitedly.
"Yes," Uncles eyes twinkle. "I have business in the region, it would be a simple matter to convince your Aunt to allow you to accompany me in order to ‘Better’ yourself". Another couple comes down the hall, and there is no time to discuss the matter further. A last gentle kiss, and Uncle is gone.
Inside my room, I dismiss my maid. Once alone I cast off my cloak and run my gloved hands down my body, paying particular attention to my breasts, standing firm and plump, pushed up as they are by my corset, shown to good advantage by the low neckline of my French made gown. While teasing them with one hand, the other slips down to stroke the juncture of my legs through my skirts. My hips give an answering wiggle and a sigh escapes my lips as I feel the area moisten. Thus engaged, I wander into the bathroom where the tub and its "Shower Bath" awaits. I turn the taps, adjusting them until the water is of an agreeable temperature. I step into the tub, the water lapping about my shoes and turning the hem of my skirt a darker hue. Taking a deep breath, I clutch the lever that will divert the flow to the nozzle set in the wall above my head, pull it.
A warm and gentle rain cascades down on me and I sigh in pleasure as it runs down between my breasts into my clothes. Giggling, I turn this way and that under the torrent until I am drenched completely. My bodice clings to me, defining my breasts in every detail, the caress of the water causing the nipples to stand erect. My skirt and petticoats, now also soaked, mold themselves to my legs. My excitement rising, I draw them up to my hips so that I may slip my hand into my drawers. My gloved fingers play in the curls of my nest, then slip inside me to tease my little button. My hips jerk, and my knees threaten to collapse beneath me as I feel my crisis approach, I rub faster, the feel of the silk on my private areas only serving to heighten the experience. With a gasp I come at last and sag against the wall, drawing deep breaths as the water continues to cascade over me.
“Laura? why are you in the shower with your clothes on?” It is Auntie, “And what are you doing to yourself?” Red faced, I can offer no answer as she walks swiftly towards the tub, and to my surprise, steps under the water to join me! As the water saturates her garments and hair, she takes my still shocked face in her hands and kisses me on the lips, not a chaste kiss, but one that is long and sensuous. Never have I been kissed by another woman in such a way, and I stand there mutely as I feel Auntie's hands go to the back of my gown to undo the hooks before pulling it off my shoulders. A few tugs at the laces of my chemise, and my breasts tumble into her hands to be kissed hungrily by her lips as I emit little moans. She commands I do the same for her and soon our nipples rub against each other as we kiss.
“I know your Uncle has had you.” Auntie sighs in my ear as we undress one another under the warm rain, our garments making wet slapping sounds as they fall to our feet. “And that he would watch you as you took your baths or swam in our pool. But he was not the only one.” The last of our clothes fall from our bodies, and we stand naked together as we embrace, the golden hairs of her nest intertwining with my own chestnut brown.
“You would watch me as well Auntie?” I ask innocently.
“Yes,” she smiles, “And I felt the same desires your Uncle felt; to posses your body when the time was right. “While I will not deny you the pleasures to be found in the arms of your Uncle or any other man, there are those that only two women can share, and I would be happy to teach them to you, if you would let me.” Her hands slip down across my bottom, cup my bottom cheeks as she causes my nest to rub more firmly against her own. My head whirls at this new experience; making love to another woman.
In time Auntie and I leave the bathroom, walk kissing to my bed where we tumble atop the blankets still entwined. At first my efforts are clumsy, but Auntie’s instruction is patient and soon I am able to return the pleasures she is giving me. Finally, utterly spent, we fall into a restful sleep.
I awake to see Uncle standing over my bed, naked, and his cock standing erect at the sight of me and Auntie laying together. She stirs and together we kneel on the bed and take turns sucking at him until he is ready to burst. He starts to climb in with us and Auntie and I giggle in anticipation;
Which of us will he have first?
(Excerpted from The Wet Victorians a novel in progress)
By Lord Sopping
The sun is warm as I return to the Villa after my walk in the fields. I am greeted warmly by Signora Fabritzio as I come through the gate and she informs me that my Aunt is in the sitting room and asked that I see her upon my return. Going straight away to my Aunt I find her reclining on the settee in a light afternoon dress of yellow, gently fanning herself as she reads a book from the villa’s vast library.
“Did you enjoy your walk?” she smiles as I enter and take a seat next to her. I respond that it was quite pleasant and describe the sights I observed and the people I met, blushing as I recount how my Italian is still lacking in some areas. We chat for several moments about assorted subjects, but my thoughts are on my Uncle; it has been two days since we last made love, and my little Puss-Puss yearns for the feel of his firm cock. During my walk I found some relief by drawing up my skirts and applying my fingers to myself, but it was no substitute for the real thing. Auntie seems to know my thoughts as she smiles sweetly, and says “He’s in the gardens exercising in the pool.” As I get up, she adds, “Mind you don’t tire him too much Laura, I may have need of him later!”
Hurrying out of the house, I walk briskly down the pathway through the gardens, the scent of the flowers around me only heightening my growing excitement. I recall the night Auntie, Uncle, and myself arrived at the Villa from England; how after dinner Auntie and myself jumped into the pool still dressed in our evening gowns and gloves and swam for Uncle and were naughty with each other, as he watched us from a bench. Afterwards, he had us undress one another, and pose naked like some of the statues in the garden before rogering each of us at least three times. The memory causes a moistening between my legs and I stroke myself through my skirts contemplating what is to come.
Uncle is resting in the pool when I arrive, and he smiles and splashes water up at me as he invites me to come in with him. At first I consider jumping right in, but then discard the notion; instead deciding to enter the water slowly to increase Uncle’s pleasure at seeing my clothes become wet. I go to the steps in the shallow end, raise my skirts slightly to show Uncle my high laced boots and embroidered blue stockings. I pull out the pins and remove my hat tossing both aside before I step in, relishing the feel of my boots filling with water, the displaced air escaping in a torrent of tiny bubbles from the tops and around the laces. My skirts billow and float about my waist as I go deeper and deeper, and I sigh as the water reaches my pussy. My little jacket turns a deeper shade of blue as the water touches it , then I feel my nipples rise as it reaches them. Pushing off the bottom, I swim towards my uncle, propelling myself with gentle motions of my arms and legs, my skirts swirling about me.
Uncle takes me in his powerful arms, crushes my body against him as we kiss while turning slow pirouettes in the water. I feel the bulge in his bathing costume while Uncle strokes me through my skirts. Smiling sweetly I begin to raise them , to allow him entrance to my waiting cunny, when he touches my arm, slowly shakes his head. His hands go to my shoulders, indicating his desire; Uncle wants me to suck him off first, underwater.
I kiss Uncle gently , my eyes indicating that I am willing to comply with his every wish, just I did when I first undressed for him as a girl of sixteen and allowed him to watch me at my bath. I take a breath, slip beneath the surface. My hair swirls about my head as I kneel on the bottom while I undo the buttons on Uncle’s costume. I free his cock, stroke it gently a few times before taking it in my mouth. My tongue flicks at the tip, feels it twitch in response. I lick and suck at him, pausing only to return to the surface for a fresh draught of air. Finally the crisis arrives and Uncle’s hot seed gushes down my throat, and I am hard pressed to swallow it all. Uncle pulls me to my feet and we kiss gently as his hands squeeze and fondle by breasts through my clothes. I in turn stroke his cock with one hand, trying to restore its firmness so that I may feel it between my legs.
At my request, Uncle begins to undress me. He undoes my little jacket, peels it off me then tosses it aside where it soon sinks. My soaked blouse is now almost transparent and molds itself to my breasts. I feel Uncle’s cock stiffen at the sight as his hands go to my waist and the fastenings of my skirt. He undoes the hooks and pushes my skirt and petticoats down my legs. I swim free of them, then grabbing them, I throw them over his face while I swim away laughing. The thin batiste of my drawers clings to my bottom as I swim, and I know the sight of it is giving uncle pleasure, just as it did the night I first gave myself to him. A merry chase ensues and the sounds of my giggles and shrieks echo from the garden walls. With a roar of triumph Uncle catches me and my blouse is rent open before he scoops my breasts free of my corset and kisses them hungrily. I grasp his now iron hard tool, and wrapping my legs about his waist, insert it through the slit in my drawers and into myself. Uncle’s hands go under my bottom while mine go to his shoulders to steady myself and we pump away furiously.
A splash announces that Auntie has come from the Villa and inspired by our actions, has plunged in to join us. She swims towards us, her skirts forming a yellow halo about her body. Withdrawing from me at her command, Uncle spins me around then reenters me from behind. Soon I am sandwiched between them both; my bottom smacking against Uncles belly as he rogers me, while Auntie busies herself with kissing my face and breasts while her hand strokes at my pussy increasing my passions. What a sight we must make to anyone who might be observing us; Auntie still fully dressed, I in only my undergarments, and Uncle in his bathing costume, all three engaged in an aquatic orgy of fucking and mutual masturbation. Auntie pulls up her skirts and rubs her cunny against my own, as our tongues intertwine in our mouths. I moan and sigh at the sensations their attentions are causing, my head rolling every which way. I wonder if my dear departed Mama is watching from heaven; what is her reaction to seeing what her brother and his wife are doing to me in the water.
With a shared gasp of joy Auntie and I cum together followed shortly by Uncle as I feel his seed flood my womb. We swim about for a time, Auntie and I on our backs, our hair fanned about our heads, our bared breasts bobbing like little islands. Soon it is Auntie’s turn to be rogered by Uncle while I tease and stroke my pussy underwater as I watch. My eyes stray to the balcony that overlooks the gardens and the pool. I see Auntie’s and my maids watching us as they kiss and fondle one another. I picture them in the pool; their maid’s dresses wet and clinging to their bodies as Uncle, Auntie, and myself have our way with them.....
By Lord Sopping
For as long as I can remember, I have been enthralled by the Late Victorian period, its people and it architecture. To that end, in my 21st year I was thrilled when the chance arose to spend a summer helping in the restoration of a grand manor home dating from the mid 1880's It was located on the outskirts of a small town that time had passed by, a Grande Dame situated amongst the humble dwellings of simple working folk. It had been built by one of the towns founding fathers who had owned the now shuttered textile mill that had provided income to the majority of the townsfolk for close to seventy years. Arriving in town on a balmy June morning I inspected the old girl who was to have a new life as the headquarters of the town historical society. Through the grit and grime of decades I could still sense her regalness and for the most part the years and previous owners had treated her kindly. She would still need attention however, especially in the interior which was to be restored to the condition it had been when the house had been built.
It was in my second week that I first met Alice. I was up on the third floor landing of the grand stairs, perched on a ladder stripping paint from the ornate oak molding that bordered the elegant Tiffany style skylight. It was hot and I had my shirt off as I worked. (No A/C in the Good Old Days). I was reaching for a tool in the pouch on my belt when I saw what I first took for the ghost of a previous occupant standing at the base of the ladder; A blonde haired woman in a pale yellow summer dress of circa 1890, fanning herself with the ornate lace fan she carried as she looked up at me. I let out a yell and but for the grace of God I didn't tumble off the ladder to a hard landing on the oak parquet of the foyer three floors down! Once I calmed down and convinced myself she was real and not a ghost, I came down and introduced myself. She indicated that she was a guide at the museum and also in charge of the costume collection due to her knowledge of the fashions of the period. "I love dressing up and pretending I'm actually living back then." she told me, adding that she had an extensive collection of both authentic and reproduction dresses in her closets back home. At that point a bell announced the arrival of a tour group and she had to go, but not before she ran one lace gloved hand down my sweaty chest and briefly across my crotch. "Hopefully, I'll be seeing a lot more of you!" She smiled as she turned to go.
As the weeks went past Alice and I did see more of each other. We'd meet on the street, and as the renovations to the manor progressed ahead of schedule, I found myself sometimes pressed into service as another guide during peak periods, often in the role of a Union Army Soldier in the Civil War room.
On an exceptionally hot July day we were closing up the museum when Alice approached me. She had on this exquisite promenade costume consisting of a pale blue silk skirt, white satin blouse trimmed in lace at the collar and cuffs, and a snug fitting jacket of a color to match the skirt. Perched on her coifed head was a straw "Boater" and she carried a lace parasol. Evidently her car had breathed its last and she needed a ride home.
Alice lived about three miles from the museum, in a modest ranch home she had inherited from her father. She invited me out to the patio in back for a drink before I returned to my motel and there I found an in ground pool. Taking off her hat, Alice threw it on the table and asked I pour the drinks. While I was busy with that, she opened her parasol and strolled around the edge of the pool finally stepping up onto the low diving board and standing at the edge, twirled the parasol on her shoulder while she looked down at the water.
"Sure is a scorcher!" I smiled as I approached with the drinks.
"Yes," she smiled in return, "And there's just one cure for it!" With that she tossed the Parasol into the pool, and leapt in after it! As she came up and swam for the far end, her billowed skirts allowed me to see that she had taken her love of Victorian clothes to the extreme of wearing period undergarments under her dress. My cock swelled as I watched the undulations of her legs in the lacy knee length pantelettes and black stockings as she reached the end of the pool and started back. The drinks were forgotten as I tore off my jacket and plunged in after her! Our lips locked as we met and our hands roamed as we swayed together in middle of the pool. Alice shucked off her jacket and threw it aside where it soon sank to the bottom of the deep end. He blouse was now practically transparent and I could see she was wearing a black satin corset underneath from which her breasts swelled. Her lace gloved hands were busy at my fly and soon my cock sprang free. Gathering up her skirts she guided it through a gusset in her pantelettes and into her vagina. Wrapping her legs around my waist we began in Ernest to hump, causing ripples to radiate in every direction. In short order we climaxed and lips locked, swam to the edge where we climbed out and at last had our drinks. We talked about this and that until our energies were sufficiently recharged, to warrant another dip in the pool where Alice stripped off her blouse and skirts and swam in her underthings. I freed her plump breasts from her corset and sucked at them hungrily and it was not long before my Cock was once again penetrating her......
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The July heat wave continued unabated as I arrived at the Manor one morning to begin work only to find out that some ordered supplies had not arrived on time, leaving me and the rest of the crew with no work for the day. We waited for an hour or so, but then, seeing as I had only up to this time seen the museum sporadically as I worked on one project or another, I decided to shell out the five dollar donation to take the full tour.
Ushered into the foyer with other visitors I bided my time waiting for the tour to start looking around at my handiwork from the last couple weeks. The Lady had been restored to her former glory with her dark stained oak paneling shining, the skylight raining down all colors of the rainbow from it's freshly cleaned panes, and the giltwork of the ornate border gleaming.
Alice came sweeping down the red carpeted stairs in the dress she had worn the day we had met, her golden hair swept up in an elegant "Gibson Girl" style, looking as if she was the Lady of the Manor greeting her guests at some soiree. Our eyes met and hers registered some disappointment at seeing me in the tour group, no doubt having planned to get me alone while I worked for a quick cuddle and grope under her skirts. Closing her fan with a flourish she addressed the group.
"Good morning and welcome to Bigsby house. This elegant home was designed and built for the Bigsby family in 1886 after the success of their textile business, and was occupied by the family up until the time of the Great Depression when it was converted into apartments. Luckily, no major alterations were made to the interior walls, allowing you to see it today as it was when the Bigsby family lived here. We'll begin our tour in the receiving parlor, where visitors waited while a maid or butler took their calling card to the Master or Mistress. If you would follow me?" Alice walked through the group and past me, brushing one hip gently against my crotch, getting a tremble from my balls in response. As the tour progressed she found more opportunities to rub a hip or her backside against my jeans, and if she kept it up, the tour was going to have a special added attraction before long!
On the second floor we came to the Master Bath which contained a large marble tub that had been crafted to order by Italian craftsman and shipped to America. The fixtures were gold plated, also crafted to order.
"Arthur Bigsby was a portly man, so much so that he would not have fit into a normal tub of the period" Alice narrated, "So he had this special tub made for him, and as you can see, it could easily fit two normal people,perhaps a gentleman and his lady who wished to share a bath?" The rest of the group laughed at this but Alice's eyes were on me, and I mentally resolved to make getting the plumbing working in that room one of my top priorities.
The tour wound down after another half hour with another one waiting to begin so I gave Alice a kiss and promised I'd be back at closing. But she was having none of that, taking my arm and calling out to an assistant that she would be taking "an extended lunch" before pushing me out the door.
"Where to?" I asked after we climbed into "The Brigadier" my beat up Land Rover that had carried me through four years of College.
"You know where!" she said with some agitation as she fanned herself with that big lace fan of hers. She continued this all during the short drive to her place, the walk to the front door, through the house, and out to the edge of the pool where she dove in with me maybe three or four steps behind. She had reached the far side and was heading back as I came out the patio door and when I reached the pool it was to the sight of a pair of kicking boots in lacy petticoats disappearing beneath the surface as she headed to the bottom of the deep end I dove in at a run and we met below the diving board at the bottom, then with my hands on her waist as we kissed, we rose slowly back to the surface, her legs kicking gently. We came up together and gulped in the welcome air as we treaded water, Then suddenly Alice was throwing her arms around my neck as her lips locked to mine and we went under again.
"So when did you first know you liked getting wet?" some minutes later I was seated on the bottom step of the shallow end while Alice was swimming gently from one side of the pool to the other, her skirts swirling about her legs. She repeated the question and I replied at the age of sixteen .
"I was staying with my Aunt and Uncle for a couple weeks that summer. I have a cousin, Maggie and she was seventeen at the time. It was a hot summer, same as this. One night she wakes me up saying she can't sleep and asks I take a walk outside with her. I'm wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, and all she has on is this sheer floor length nightgown with puffy sleeves and a pair of floral print cotton panties. We go outside and she leads me to the above ground pool they had and climbs the ladder before jumping in!"
"Did you go in?" Alice asked. Her skirt and petticoats had floated to her waist in front and I got a good glimpse of her bush through the slit in her panteletes before she pushed her skirt back down and swam on.
"Not at first, I was afraid we were gonna be caught. But once I got a good look at how that nightgown clung to her when wet, there was no stopping me!"
"You were a late bloomer," Alice rolled over and floated on her back. Her lace and linen bodice was now plastered to her, clearly showing the outline of her breasts and corset which I could determine was blue. She propelled herself with a gentle movement of her legs while she fanned herself with the fan she had somehow had retained through our initial plunge, and the activities that followed.
"So when was your first time?" I asked aware that the picture she was presenting was giving me the proverbial "Rise in the Levis"
"At my sister's wedding. I was twelve at the time and was her flower girl. I had this frilly white dress, white stockings and pumps. We had the reception here at the house, and it was not long before I was bored out of my skull and wandered out here. It was rather warm and on the spur of the moment I jumped in shoes and all and swam about. Mom was furious! But I didn't care, it felt like nothing before to swim in my clothes and feel them clinging to me as I climbed out. Then there was the time in high school..." Still floating on her back, Alice took hold of the pool side and raised each leg in turn allowing the water to drain from her high laced ivory kid boots
"Excuse me," I interrupted feeling my cock ready to explode, "I could use a little help here!"
Alice had this sweet smile as she swam over and unzipped my jeans, and grabbing my cock in one hand as it sprang forth, she rubbed up and down before taking it in her mouth and sucking for several moments until sensing I was near the crisis point. "Lift it out of the water!" she panted, "I want you to come all over my dress!" That did it. I arched my back and barely got my cock above the water line before it was spraying jisim all over her cheeks, neck and bodice until I was spent. As I slumped back into the water, Alice emitted little sighs as she massaged my cum into the cloth of her bodice before turning and swimming off to the far end.
"Wait! I called after her. "What did you do in High School?"
"Be patient!" she called back as she reached the ladder and climbed out, her skirts making this cool slurping sound as they emerged from the pool. By this point her once elegant hair was now in ruins and she removed the remaining pins to allow it to cascade down her back. Her skirts clung to her behind as she walked to the board and climbed up on it. She opened her fan again,(How the hell was she able to hang onto it, I wondered) before walking right off the end. She came up, swam to the edge by where the patio table and chairs were and heaved herself out, her clinging dress outlining her drawers, stockings and corset. Fetching a sandwich, she brought it to me and then slipped into the water where we kissed while my hands ran across her breasts.
"Now about what you did in High School?" I asked.
Alice was busy applying her hand and mouth to my cock, in an attempt to revitalize it, but she paused enough to reply, "First, be a dear and pull down my drawers." She pulled up her skirts in front so I could reach the ribbon and undo the bow before peeling them down her legs. Getting them over her boots proved a challenge, but between us we soon had them free and she tossed them over her shoulder where they drifted towards the diving board. Still holding her skirts up she guided my now stiff cock to her waiting pussy and proceeded to ride me her skirts billowing around her waist.
"It was the Junior prom" she said between kisses as she bobbed up and down while holding my shoulders. " I had bought this blue velvet and taffeta formal with leg of mutton sleeves and a satin sash, it was really stunning and turned more then a few heads when I arrived on the arm of my date the night of the prom. In any case, things went pretty much as you'd suspect for a high school dance until the wee hours. My date and I were looking for a secret place to make out when we wandered into the pool area off the gym, and right then I had the urge to take a swim still dressed in my gown and shoes! Since my sisters wedding I had often gone into the pool fully clothed secretly when Mom or Dad were not around to catch me and I think there were a few nights when I went in wearing my sleepwear like your cousin. But this was to be first time I was going to take a swim in a real nice dress and the thought thrilled me! I think Mike, that's the guy I was dating , knew what I was up to, as he began egging me on, until I jumped up on the diving board, walked to the end and executed a beautiful swan dive right in the deep end. I swam under water the whole length of the pool then came up to see the entire Junior Class staring at me! Well next thing I know, somebody's yelling 'POOL PARTY' and girls are getting pushed in if they hadn't already plunged in of their own will. My best friend Marcie had been wearing a white satin off the shoulder gown and her tits popped right out of her bodice as she surfaced.."
At this point I had regained my strength enough to lift Alice and with my cock still pumping away in her pussy, we executed a slow pirouette towards the center of the pool where we at last climaxed and my cum flooded her vagina. It was then that I glanced at my watch and realized we had been at it for close to three hours!
"Holy Shit! they're gonna wonder where we fell in!" I exclaimed. Alice laughed at this then our lips met and we sank slowly beneath the surface of the pool......
by Lord Sopping
"A Gala reception? I don't know Pam, I'm not really the Black Tie type, I'm more a T-Shirt and Jeans kind of guy." I was seated in my motel room looking at the engraved invitation that had arrived in the mail while I talked to the President of the Historical Society on the phone. "And besides this is your guy's moment, not mine."
"But it would not have been possible without your hard work," Pam replied in a voice that evoked pictures of Sunday dinners at Grandma's house, "The State would not have granted our historical status without the inspector being impressed with the way the house has been restored to its original condition," She then set the hook. "And Alice would be so disappointed if you didn't come."
Alice. It had been several days since that afternoon in her pool when we had made love almost constantly for three hours. Since that time I had seen little of her outside of at the museum where she was busy giving tours, or organizing the costume collection. I had gotten the plumbing to the marble tub back in working order, and one day I had taken her hand and tried to lead her into the bath for a mid afternoon "Soap and Grope" until she shook her head and pulled away. We still talked, and a favorite game of her's was to come up to me with a fashion illustration from the last century and challenge me to guess the year the depicted gown was from. Lately, I had gotten it right more times then wrong. I put the invitation down on the table alongside the unopened letter from home and my parents. I could already guess what it would say; "Come home. We've allowed you to live out this silly fantasy of yours, but it's time to put it aside and live a proper life with a job with a future." Angrily I crumpled the letter and threw it into the trash.
"Damn You!" I shouted, "I'm not my brother! I have a right to my own life, to do what I love," I paused as a picture of Alice's smiling face under some huge Victorian hat came to me, followed by her rising out of her pool, her bodice clinging to her, and the sound of her sighs in my ear as I mounted her. "And to be loved." I said softly. I turned to the mirror over the dresser. A scraggly, bearded, lonely man in a dirty t shirt and jeans stared back at me. He would have to die, so that a new man could be born, a man worthy of the woman who had stolen his heart.
My first stop the next day was the local barber where I read months old sports magazines and traded anecdotes with the regulars whiling awaiting my turn in the chair. When I finally left, my beard was gone and I now sported a stylish moustache and neatly trimmed hair. Searching in the directory of an ancient corner phone booth (I half expected Clark Kent to run up and ask to use it), found a Tuxedo rental place in another town about forty five minutes away. Once there, I managed with a little help from the sales girl to create an approximation of an 1890 Gentleman's evening suit with white vest , shirt and tie, and black jacket and pants. After stowing the Tux in the Brigadier I wandered the town square until I found an antique shop tucked in a corner. A bell jingled as I entered and took in the musty smells. I pictured myself running such a place with Alice. I'd make buying trips or work in the back restoring antique furniture. We'd buy an adjacent store so she could have a little shop of her own buying and selling vintage clothing.
"May I help you Sir?" an elderly lady, her blue eyes still shining and full of life, came from the back. I pictured Alice at that age; would her eyes shine as well?
I looked into a display case at the Roy Rogers cap six-gun and holster like the one I had as a kid. The lady caught my glance and took the piece out of the case to show it to me. I took the gun from the holster and twirled in around on my finger as I had so many times as I hunted down imaginary desperados in our neighborhood, calling them out for the final showdown. A flick of the wrist and the grip slapped into my palm. "Alright you sidewinders, reach for the sky!" I said striking a gunslingers pose, which elicited laughter from the lady.
"This is a very nice piece, " she said as I handed over the gun so she could replace it in the case. "Nearly 25 years old and one of the rare ones still in such fine condition."
"I'm 21," I replied, "Does that make me an antique as well?"
"No, just Vintage." she smiled.
"Do you have any antique Jewelry? from around the 1890's or before?"
"We have some pieces. Was there something in particular you wanted?"
"A Ring, a very special ring." I replied. "For a special lady."
The night of the reception arrived in due order. As I pulled up in the Brigadier, I saw Bigsby House lit up like a jewel as laughing and talking men and women walked through the front doors. Joining them I entered into the foyer where it seemed as if a portal had been opened between two eras; men and women in modern day formal dress were being served drinks and other refreshments by maids in period uniforms, a butler had met me at the door to take my invitation and direct me to where the reception was being held.
Alice stood on the landing of the Grand Stairs radiant in a deep blue satin gown that fitted tightly to her . A lace capelet of a contrasting shade of blue with black and silver trim was draped over her shoulders and the lace overskirt was tucked and draped about her waist leaving the satin one to hug her legs before flaring out at the bottom. A single string of pearls was around her neck and a silver hairpiece with two white ostrich feathers coming off it was tucked into her elegantly set tresses. She was a vision as she decended to greet me, looking every bit as if she truly belonged in this elegant setting. Bowing stiffly from the waist I took one satin gloved hand and kissed it. Looking up, I saw a couquetish smile as she fluttered her eyelashes. Then there was no time for more as Pam came over. "Mr. Patterson, this is the man primarily responsible for Bigsby House being the way you see it today." Like Alice, Pam was also in a period gown, but while Alice was a Princess, Pam was her dowager Aunt.
"So you're the Miracle Worker I've heard so much about." Patterson said taking my hand. "Pam here tells me all this was a labor of love for you; it shows."
"Well, I had some help." I smiled sheepishly, "And I was able to work with some wonderful people like Pam and .." I turned to indicate Alice, but she was gone; no doubt pulled away to talk to some other dignitary. The better part of the evening went that way with the two of us exchanging glances across a room as we were each taken to meet one important person or another.
About two hours later, we managed to find ourselves alone at last in the ballroom on the second floor. Alice was seated on a folding chair fanning herself when I entered, looking at the walls and their patches of plaster awaiting final sanding and painting.
"I beg your pardon Miss," I said bowing to her, "But may I have the honor of this dance?"
"But we have no music!" she protested.
"Ahh, but we do!" I replied pulling out the portable tape deck from behind my back, and setting it on the floor before hitting the play button. At once the opening strains of the Blue Danube Waltz filled the room. I held out one gloved hand to Alice as I bowed again, the perfect 19th century gentleman asking a lady to join him in a waltz. She rose, and curtsied in return. My hand went to her waist and we spun out onto the floor, losing ourselves to the music as our minds pictured other elegant couples swirling about us. I lost myself in her eyes as we danced, knowing then that I wanted to spend all my remaining days at her side.
As the music ended we were suddenly surprised by fervent applause; the music had attracted Pam and others and we had an audience. Alice and I acknowledged the applause, then reaching into my vest pocket, I dropped to my knee. "Marry Me." I said looking up into her eyes as I slipped the ring onto her finger.
The reaction I got was not what I'd expected, or hoped. "I'm sorry, " she said as she removed the ring and returned it to me, "I can't! not now!" tears were brimming at her eyes, "I'm sorry!"
"I'm Sorry" How many times had she repeated those words on the ride back to her place? I didn't know, much less cared, as I sat on the pools edge by the diving board, trying to get myself royally drunk on Jack Daniels. In my hand was the ring, glittering in the moonlight. It made a tiny "Bloop" as I tossed it into the water and watched it sink to the bottom, the pool lights reflecting off the diamonds.
"Did it cost much?" Alice seated herself at my side, her skirts rustling as she tucked them above her knees to keep them from getting wet.
"Enough." I replied staring into the pool, not wishing to meet her gaze. "I found it in a little shop, like the one we could have had someday."
"A jewelry shop?"
"No, antiques. I thought we might have opened one ourselves someday. You could have bought and sold your dresses while I restored furniture and.." Fury boiled up in me and I hurled the bottle of whisky away where it shattered in the darkness. "Dammit Alice! I thought we meant something to each other! We both loved the same things, and after those times here in the pool, I thought you,... Or am I not the first guy you've brought home for a Victorian swim party?"
Despite my outburst, Alice had remained calm as she looked into the depths of the pool. "It's true you were not the first man I made love with, that would have been the boy from High School I spoke of and the circumstances of it I'd rather not discuss." She sighed. "The first time with us, that was a fluke; it was hot day, we both wished to cool off, and things went from there. The second time, well I was hot, but it wasn't from the weather. After that day, I had to be sure, so that is why I had been avoiding you. But tonight when I saw you dressed as you were, how gallant you were, I knew that my love for you was true, that destiny had intended us for each other."
"So why not Marry me?"
"Because you've fulfilled your dream, by coming here, helping to restore Bigsby House. But my dream is to design clothing, has been ever since High School. I want to design a line of clothing that echoes the classic designs of the past but is suitable for the woman of today. To do that I will have to travel, to learn from other designers."
"I'd go with you!"
Alice smiled sadly as she shook her head. "And you would be bored within weeks!" She took my hands in hers. "I know these hands. They were made to create beauty, or to release it from the imprisonment of time. Because of these hands, Bigsby house lives again, and other houses, other treasures of the past could benefit from their touch. Your soul is like mine; two people of the Victorian age lost in a world not their own. Perhaps we had been sweethearts in a previous life, and fate has deemed to cross our paths again."
"But I love you,"
"And I you., Like no man ever before. But I must ask that you wait while I pursue my dream as you have yours."
"In a another month, the summer will be over, I'll have to return home,"
"Do you? You have made many friends here in Bigsby, they're willing to help you start your life anew, find you work and a place to live. Bigsby house has made your reputation, you could have your choice of firms to work for.."
"But it wouldn't be the same without you to share it with me."
Alice slipped gently into the water, making nary a ripple. With a gentle motion of her arms she swam about the deep end, her skirts billowing and swirling as they molded themselves to her legs and buttocks. She returned to the edge between my legs, allowing me to see how the satin of her bodice now clung to her breasts. Her hands went to my fly, unzipping it so my cock, already stiff from watching how her gown looked on her wet, sprang free. Her lips closed around it and she began sucking at me gently, bringing me slowly to my peak until I spent with a jet of cum that she worked to swallow without choking. Pushing off the edge, she swam on her back towards the shallow end the underwater lights creating a halo effect about her as she did.
Once she reached waist deep water, Alice stood and turned back towards me. Undoing the ties to her capelet, she removed and tossed it aside before running her hands across her breasts and body while emitting little sighs. As I watched, she drew up her skirts in front and slipped a hand into her "bloomers" where it caressed the golden forest between her legs. She kept at this for a time, then stopped and walked up the steps out of the pool.
"There are some towels just inside the door." She called as she walked towards me, "Could you get them for me?" Getting up I went to comply and when I returned Alice was busy with the fastenings at the back of her gown. Pulling it off her shoulders, she peeled it down her body before stepping free of it as it lay bunched at her ankles. She turned her attention next to her petticoats, peeling them off one by one as well. Her "Bloomers" clung to her body, showing her buttocks and her mound with it's covering of golden hair in bold relief. She continued to strip for me, her corset and other underthings forming a pile at her feet until she stood naked, her nipples jutting from her firm breasts, and droplets of water glittering like jewels in her pubic hair.
My cock stood at full alertness as I stripped in a frenzy before going to her. She put her hands on my shoulders, while mine went to her waist lifting her and impaling her on my staff. I pumped at her like the old steam engine in the museums collection, until she gasped in my ear, "Take me inside, the neighbors might see us out here!" My cock still planted firmly in her cunt, I carried her into the house, her legs wrapped about my waist, her lips smothering my face with kisses until we reached the bedroom where we tumbled onto the 1870's vintage Four Poster.
The next morning I awoke to the early rays of the sun peeping through the lace curtains, and the feel of Alice's breasts and cunny pressing into my back. A slender arm came into my view, one finger of the hand glittering with the diamonds of the ring she had retrieved from the pool bottom. A kiss to my cheek then her soft voice was whispering:
"Yes, I will marry you!"