Anonymous - The Loves of Lord Roxboro

These thoughts of the handsome stableboy, although he had conducted himself as a thorough gentleman, caused a tumult in the beautiful girl's mind, and she could not understand them. Although he had not touched her, she sensed a danger in the contact with this virile lad and experienced vague uneasiness at the thought of him. Probably by now he had dismissed her from his thoughts, together with her sister.

Caroline inspected her store of new dresses and was at a loss to decide which one to wear. Why did not her uncle, displaying such care and interest in the selection of her more intimate garments, at the same time select a dress for her? This would have at least made her task easier. But stop! A thought came to the modest girl which nearly rendered her breathless. Had the lord, in his instructions, mentioned a dress at all? Probably the omission of mention of the outer covering was intentional! It may be that her sensual guardian wished her to appear before him clad simply as she was! Oh no! Surely he would not ask her to do that!

She quivered with indecision. She did not want to willfully disobey Lord Roxboro's instructions but was unable to divine her uncle's intentions in this respect. As she stood there nonplussed, her beautiful brow corrugated with a tiny frown of indecision, she made a pretty figure. Her full, warm, delicately turned body encased in nothing but that form-fitting, clinging, silken chemise, which hugged tightly against her marvelous breasts so that even the pink nipples were outlined through the thin covering, and the ravishing skintight panties, which were now stretched tightly upon her dimpled flesh as though painted, and the sheer openwork stockings, she made a wonderful object of desire.

Determinedly, in order to be on the safe side, she walked gracefully, her plump naked buttocks swaying rhythmically from side to side as her loose breasts quivered voluptuously, to the door leading to the library. Rapping softly with a trembling hand, she heard her uncle answer.

“So soon?” inquired Lord Roxboro in a low voice, “Well, you are rapid, my sweet! Open and enter, I beg of you!”

“No, no, uncle!” she whispered, her trembling lips close to the casement in order to convey her voice. “I am not-I am not ready as yet! I just wanted to ask you, do you want me to wear a dress? I mean, did you wish me to wear a dress over the other things? The things you selected? Are they to be-be covered?” she finished lamely, feeling as if she were about to break down.

“Oh! A dress; oh, yes, yes!” he laughed through the door. “For a certainty, put a dress on, my dear Caroline! I entirely forgot to mention it. Any of the new dresses you prefer! And hurry, sweetheart; I am impatient to see you!”

“All right, uncle,” answered Caroline, her mind relieved at this boon. “I will be there in just a moment.” Placing her hand out, she selected the first dress, an elegant one indeed, cut very low in the shoulders. After carefully donning it and arranging her hair, she slipped on a pair of the new slippers and advanced to the library door. She tapped softly and waited with bated breath the command that was to order her into the presence of her sensual uncle.

“Advance, Caroline; I am almost in a frenzy of impatience!” said the lord in a low voice, and Caroline, laying a trembling hand upon the knob, slowly opened the door and entered her uncle's chamber. He had been reading a book as she entered, and at this fresh vision of loveliness, he threw it aside and sprang to his feet to greet his adorable niece, who blushed sweetly and bent her burning gaze to the carpet.

“Marvelous! Wonderful! Beautiful!” he ejaculated, his eyes fastened upon the girl's ravishing form as she slowly circled the room, pleased with his approval. “Why, my dear Caroline, you are positively gorgeous! What splendor! What regality! Your form is indeed a jewel that has only lacked for a proper setting! Now you are a gem of the most radiant beauty! How lucky a man am I to possess the companionship of so fair a flower! Come, sweetheart mine! Recline here on your adorer's lap!” And stretching out his arms, he embraced Caroline and drew her down upon his knees.

She allowed herself to be drawn without protest or comment. Passing his arms upward around her alabaster neck, he drew her face down to his and implanted a kiss of dewy sweetness that burned the sensitive girl like a tongue of hot flame upon her trembling lips and held her in a prolonged embrace.

One of his hands dropped to her protruding hillocks that graced the upper front of her form, and through the covering cloth he molded and squeezed their elastic contour. Deftly undoing the clasps that held her dress closed in front, he allowed it to part, and her breasts, warm and quivering, separated from his bold digits by only the intervening silk, felt more warmly his lascivious caresses.

The touch of his forefinger on her dormant nipples caused them to spring suddenly erect, and those feelings that had been engendered within her at the thought of the handsome Carl again took possession of her brain. Oh, these strange sensations of she knew not what! How they throbbed and thrilled her! The touch of a male hand upon the sacred portions of her person seemed to alight feelings that consumed her entire being, and she writhed about as if possessed.

After repeated kissings and fondlings, he drew one of her breasts out of her chemise and, bending his lips to it, sucked in the nipple and titillated its hard surface with his velvety tongue.

“Oh, uncle!” she murmured, her heart beating wildly. “You make me feel so queer!” and she leaned over and played with his hair and stroked and patted his head.

“Stand up before me, Caroline,” he ordered. “I want to see if you have done all that I told you.”

She arose and took a standing posture before him, like Venus rising from the bath, a pose that would have delighted the heart of Boccaccio. He gazed in rapt admiration at her and then passed one of his arms about her waist and drew her to him, carefully stroking her alabaster limbs with the other hand. After a few seconds of this play, he subtly moved his hand with alluring and caressing motions steadily upward; she felt his hand creeping up with that slow tantalizing motion as it glided over the velvety surface, up, up, up, above the rolled stocking top and in between the folds of her silken drawers, then between the hairy crotch until it lay against the fuzzy covering of her bower; she pressed her legs tighter together and bent over to delay that searching inquisitive finger that dallies so enticingly in the perfumed retreat.

“Come, come, Caroline,” said her uncle reproachfully. “Don't squeeze your legs together; play fair! I want you to stand up straight and open the gates of bliss wide!” And the beautiful damsel stood straight as Diana with her glorious legs spread wide apart as he eagerly fingered her moss-covered coosie, pushing an exploratory finger within the well-formed and pouting lips of her sensuous sheath, which quivered delightfully at his slightest touch, its sensitive state testifying to the masterly manner in which his excited finger was exploring her grotto of love.

Once his intruding finger pushed too roughly and abruptly; she gave a little wince at this and, holding him tight by the head as he sat there, wished that his explorations were completed. He eventually desisted and allowed her to don her clothes.

“Now, Caroline,” he said, “I want to see how your new drawers fit. Please stand away from me and lift up your dress. As high as you can conveniently do-there, that is just about right-see the light falling as if through a rose window of a cathedral, lighting up those glorious contours and outlines! Ah, my darling! Spread your limbs a little farther apart and give your old uncle a decent look!”