FLORENCE

Nineteen, dainty, but not slender, with rosy cheeks and bright, shining eyes, vivacious, jolly, she was, in short, wholly attractive, a girl whom the best of men might love, and, on the other hand, one whose curvaceous form less than a saint might long to fondle. For two years she had been employed in the office of M & C, away downtown in New York City and for a long time had the junior partner, Mr. Thompson, admired her beauty and grace. But he was sensible, and simply admired her, took pains to conceal it, so time passed.

But in September, l919, a new office boy came to the firm. He was a bright young fellow, a well-knit boy, good looking and full of health. His youthful vigor seemed to cast a glow over the entire office, which, of course, Miss Florence noted, as did all the rest, yet none but she felt it as deeply. There was something about the boy that made her thrill gently whenever he was near her, and when his hand touched hers, accidentally or otherwise, she seemed to feel a distinct electric shock. Horace did not attempt to conceal his liking for her, though to what extent he hoped to advance in her favors only he could have told. A month passed, they seemed to be more attracted to each other daily, and by the first of December, the girl would find some excuse to be the last one in the office (the rest left about half-past four) and she and Horace used to visit with much pleasure. Their attraction for each other could not be stationary, of course, and ere long she used to let the sturdy youth take her in his arms and hug her closely, and then to kiss her repeatedly, which gave her more pleasure than she would have admitted. Perhaps she thought he was only a child, but in this she was much mistaken.

Now she became bolder, so that there was no mistaking his desires, and she would often make up her mind to break off with him altogether, but when night came, she would find herself in his embraces once more, saying to herself that after that pleasure tomorrow would be different. And so one day came when, after they were left alone, he coaxed her to go to another room with him, where he said he had a -bottle of cider. She thought of nothing wrong and went with him, and found herself in a place she had never been before, a bedroom used by the night floorwalker, after his duties at midnight were over. She was a little frightened at first, but the young man really did have a bottle of cider, and they drank some. Of course there was nothing wrong about this fact, but there must have been a little of something else in it. At any rate, it made her head a little giddy, and still thinking nothing improper, she lay down upon the floorwalker’s bed.

Now, whether the boy had had this in mind, or simply that the sight of the lovely girl lying there stimulated his desires, I do not now. I know, however, that he quickly carne to the bedside, and while she seemed not to be aware of what was taking place, he gently raised her skirts until her round, plump calves, with their soft black stockings, were exposed. After an instance of excited admiration, he quickly got on the bed and ran his hand up under her clothes. Before she could prevent him, he pressed and tickled her between her thighs in a way that made her cry out with excitement. Try as she would then she could not get his hand away, for as soon as her strength would be roused to repulse him, he would again tickle and press her and all her power would be lost through that delightful sensation on that unaccustomed spot. And with each attack her powers of resistance grew less, till finally within five minutes after she had fallen upon the bed he lay there with his hand still under her clothing, absolutely helpless, trembling all over with nervous excitement. Between her legs here was an indescribable sensation she had never felt before.

And now when she fell back helpless and lay still, he knew that she was his. She did not even turn her head when he leaped off the bed and tore off his pants, exposing his lusty rod, stiff as a red-hot poker. She hardly moved a hand when he boldly climbed on the bed again, raised both her skirts to her waist, and in feverish haste unfastened her drawers. She only cried out, but did not stir when he pulled those drawers down and off, exposing the matchless whiteness of her polished legs, so round and charming, and between them that dainty love’s nest. The sight of her virgin whiteness inspired the boy to no pity; he quickly planted himself between those ivory columns, he bunted his head against her sanctuary for a few times, and then, seizing it with his eager hand, he found the spot, inserted its end into the sheath, and there, before she was hardly conscious of his crime, she found herself impaled upon the tool of that devilish youth.

Her maidenhood gone, she offered not the slightest resistance to his onslaught, and scarcely had he penetrated to the citadel of love when she spent all over him in the exuberance of her nature. He felt it, and gloating over his prize, prepared to do the act quickly. Even yet someone might have saved her from this shame, but alas, succor came too late. For it was not until he had given her  several rams of his lusty tool that there was sound of a key being put in the lock of the outer door. He heard, but nothing would stop him; stiffly le stroked her, his rod tightened and there was a great throb of the lecherous muscle. Then the door opened, a man rushed into the room, took in the situation at a glance, ran to the bed, grabbed the vile youth by the lips, and pulled him away.

But the poor girl’s ruin was accomplished, for while Mr. Thompson was hurrying across the long room, the youth had squirted a charge of seed upon her pure lips, and now, as the angry employer jerked him away, his sperm still spurted in jets from his stiff rod. But quickly, with blows and curses, did the infuriated Thompson throw the fellow out of the room with the warning never to let him see his face again.

And now the poor ruined girl was left alone with the man who had admired her  for so long, and whom she, too, had secretly admired. Instinctively she had lowered her skirts, but she was too much excited to attempt to flee; she remained motionless. Mr. Thompson then came to the bedside, sat down by her, and tried to calm her by not appearing to think of what happened. But, honorable though he was, the vision of those exquisite legs and the deep flush of excitement still covering her  pretty cheeks troubled him greatly. Let us tell the whole truth and say that, try as he would, the recollection of that sight forced itself so often upon his mind that soon he had an erection as great as Horace’s, who had actually reached that haven of desire, though only for an instant.

He stretched himself on the bed. He had locked and bolted the door, before he came back. He lay at a distance from her and she did not object to his lying there; in fact, it seemed to him that her moist eyes were alluring. Nature had, in truth, been roused in her. And  he could no longer keep down his rising feelings, and began to talk of what he had seen. And at last, to be certain that anything had come from that scoundrel’s rod to pollute the lovely girl, he openly asked that question. She read his thoughts, and blushed still deeper when she replied, “Yes, Mr. Thompson, only one stroke, but that was enough. I felt it, and I am not a virgin any longer.”

In a flash he clasped her dose in his strong arms.

“Oh, dearest Florence, you know I would never have done this act to you; your purity would have always been safe with me. But now, if it is gone, and  you surely know if his seed did touch you, if it has, then come and lie in my arms, and we will love to the very heights of heaven.”

And what could the delighted girl say, but to murmur, “Yes” blushing ever deeper.

With a cry of pleasure, he sprang off to bed. He kissed her pretty eyes shut, warning her not to open them until he should tell her she might. Then he quickly tore off his every garment and his fine white body, and muscular back, arms and legs were a glorious sight. Se was blissful as she heard the rustling of his clothing; she knew real happiness was rapidly approaching.

Then he came to the bed, tool lustily standing, and she kept her eyes closed as he wished. “Don’t be frightened, sweetheart,” he said, and gently began to remove her sloes. Quickly they were off, and her stockings soon followed. Then he gently raised her up. She understood and herself unfastened her collar, then her waist was an easy matter. Now he raised her to her feet; taking care that her hands should not feel his naked flesh. Her two skirts came down easily around her shapely form, then her girdle, and then her rather long chemise. The beauty’s eyes were still closed; she felt no fear tough she knew she was nearly naked.

He could not refrain from a cry of delight as he paused a moment and gazed at her beautifully turned legs, her supple, almost voluptuous hips. Then, with trembling hands, he raised her flimsy shift; he uncovered her snow-white belly with its deep navel before coming to the luscious barrier of her  breasts, where he had to make a considerable effort to raise the garment over tem without pressing his hands against her glorious hillocks with their already erect nipples.

“Now raise your arms, darling,” he said.

She did so, up he slipped the garment over their beautiful white roundness, and the wonderful girl was naked.

He took her by the hand and told her to lie down on the bed, whispering to her  to lie back a little way upon it, which she quickly did. The room seemed to be aglow with passionate desire.

He stood for an instant more and gazed at the exquisite, bare, white form lying there, already so delighted, and soon to be fairly crazed with delirious passion. Then he bid her open her  eyes, and she did so. She saw for the first time his well-knit form, wit gloriously stiff standing cock. She almost fainted for an instant from the rush of thoughts, and then passion overcame all else. She stretched both lovely arms toward him. He instantly climbed upon the bed, she half rose to meet his embrace, and they wrapped their arms about each other passionately and sank down together, moaning out their delight as they pressed their bodies tightly against each other.

No mortal can describe such sensations. So all we can say is that they lay there a long time, simply drinking in the sweet delight of each other’s flesh. Locked in that embrace they mutually sighed and moaned out their extremes of pleasure.

And so gradually, but steadily, did their longing increase for further joys, and so mutually did they act that they hardly noticed the degrees by which they slowly turned till he was stretched upon the exquisite form of the happy creature as she lay flat on her  back. His body matched hers perfectly. Cheek pressed against cheek, shoulders matched shoulders, breasts pressed breasts, and true it was, though strange, that the fully erect nipples on her luscious hillocks kissed exactly the little nipples on his bosom, and seemed to create, by that very contact, a gentle current of pleasure through each other. Belly matched belly as they lay, his legs extended exactly on top of her  lovely round columns, until his firm feet gently clasped her dainty white ones between tem. And, best of all, his rod stood gloriously stiff, straight upward between their bellies, and his big balls lung just below the beginning of that hairy nest in which were nestled her warm lips.

For a long, delightful time they lay in that position, neither speaking. The divine kiss of her  perfumed flesh was for some time satisfaction.

At length, he gently pressed his feet between those dainty ones of hers; her round, white calves bade each other goodbye, her  knees gave each other their last token, and finally her  round, full thighs kissed each the other’s velvet fullness and separated. Still neither spoke when the outpost of. the citadel was now unprotected. Both sighed in mutual delight; once more cheek pressed cheek, shoulder pressed shoulder, breasts kissed breasts. She was now oh so eager to give. Then his careful hand sought, found, guided. This was of course not new to her, but oh how much sweeter at this approach. And as his rod surely but slowly and carefully entered her moist sheath, it seemed to her  as if magnetism trilled from it already. Gradually he advanced until he nestled its head against her womb.

Instantly a current of electricity was established; the delighted girl felt it, and quivered in pleasure. He felt it too, and was as overjoyed as she. Entirely still then they lay, drinking in, without motion, each other’s internal delights, as previously they had feasted on the pleasures of outer flesh alone.

Thus this continued again and each time it seemed more entrancing. In absolute stillness they lay, while this steadily increasing current of magnetism flowed back and fort.

Four delicious times it passed from her to him; four times, each intensifying as it ran from the point of his rod, clasped by her inner lips into her womb.

Now he felt this was the last he could possibly endure and vivid lights flashed before his eyes so tat his brain seemed on fire. He suffered a final rush of flame down his spine; his horn seemed fairly to shoot out heat as the fiery glow poured into her womb. She felt it coming, and thought she would surely faint, but, oh, a thousand joys, she was spared that misfortune and felt every trill of it. The mighty lead swelled in the clasps of her torrid lips, a great throb shook the tool from root to lead and she cried out when a blistering, stinging, mighty charge of seed was squirted trough that small opening into the very center of her quivering womb itself.

Another massive stroke quickly followed, then another; all throwing their load of passion upon the trembling interior of that lovely creature’s most sacred place. And with every hot charge thrown into that sanctuary the girl cried out again and again, until the strokes came faster and she simply lay there, half fainting, gasping and moaning and shuddering in her  passionate ecstasy, while he kept pouring from his lusty loins his glorious charges of passion’s offering. The panting beauty lay under him, gasping and moaning and sighing and moaning again, and sometimes crying out as the caress of joy trilled her beyond restraint, until she had received to the fullest extent his tribute of manly strength.

And there they lay, for a long time, slowly returning to earth, as handsome and ardent a couple as a bed ever brought together.

We must leave to imagination the recital of the second blissful contact of that evening, where the amorous young beauty was thoroughly stroked.

To say that that day was their only day of love would be far from the truth.

 

Anaïs Nin and Friends