Frank Harris: My Life And Loves, vol 5

“You have never been touched there,” she said to the girl, and suited the action to the word.

“No, indeed,” said Winnie. “Mama took me away from school because one of the mistresses liked me too much and often expressed an interest in inserting her fingers into my cunny.”

“Oh well,” said the stewardess, “one of these days some man will have a treat, for I have never seen a prettier form.”

And she was right. Winnie's body was superlativeperfection perfected

“The gentleman who asked that I administer your bath,” the clever stewardess went on, “is in love with you, I guess.”

“Really?” exclaimed Winnie flushing a little. “Who might he be?”

“Well, we all like him,” said the stewardess. “He's the best tipper on board. Take my advice: Be nice to him. You won't regret it. In fact, he's in the cabin next to yours.”

This time I was sure Winnie flushed with pleasure. “I like him too,” she said simply and began looking for her bathrobe.

In two minutes I was back in my room. As she passed I opened the door: “Had a good bath?” I said smiling.

“Excellent,” said Winnie passing with the bath towel still about her.

I drew a piece of the neck open. “I wish I could see your figure,” I cried. “I'm sure you are lovely.” Her brows drew together in a little frown, so I just stooped and kissed her hand and she ran on.

While I was thinking it all over, I recalled a little black spotprobably a birthmarkhigh upon her right buttock. Suddenly it occurred to me I could use this knowledge to break down her modesty. I resolved to try on the morrow. Of course I rewarded the stewardess as soon as we met and she told me without beating about the bush that there was a girl in the steerage at least as pretty as Winnie.

“Shall I bring her up and give her a bath, sir? She'd be glad to come, I'm sure.”

“All right,” I said. “There's no hurry for a day or two. I'll let you know.”

Next day, while walking the deck with Winnie, I told her I had had a great dream: “You came to me,” I said, “just as you were after the bathnude.” She pouted half in disbelief, half in disdain. “If I tell you something about yourself that I couldn't know,” I went on, “will you believe me and show yourself to me as in my dream?”

“I won't promise,” she said, “but I want to hear what you saw.”

“You have a little back mole there,” I went on, touching the right side of her hip, “and I want to see it, it's so cute!”

“I haven't,” she cried.

“Look when you undress tonight and you'll see I'm right.”

After lunch we were seated in the shade when she suddenly said: “You're right: there is a mole. I couldn't wait until tonight, so I looked. But how did you dream so exactly? That puzzles me.”

“Great affection,” I began as if musing, “has strange powers. I saw you, your luscious full breasts and your figure, all of it, every hair as clearly as if you were undressed before me now. Someday you'll let me see you, won't you?”

“I don't know,” she replied. “You're a strange man, “but you interest me greatly. Why do you want to see me?”

“Your beauty intrigues me; surely you know that.” How could I tell her that I wanted to fuck her, that I wanted to wedge my stiff rod in her virgin slit?

“Men are funny creatures,” she began. “If I could dream like you do, I'd want to see your heart, to know whether you really care for me. I don't think the body is important.”

“Love is not born full-grown,” I replied. “It has to be won!”

“How? Tell me how!” she cried.

“Chiefly by giving of yourself,” I cleverly answered. And so the talk went on.

Next morning, as she came from the bath, I met her as before. When she smiled at me I drew her resolutely into my cabin and closed the door. “Show me,” I said, “please.” I drew her bathrobe from her neck. Luckily it slipped from her hand and fell right open.

I had one good look at her tits and muff, but Winnie at once pulled it together protesting, “That's unkind. I don't like that. Please let me go.” She spoke angrily so I opened the door with a mumbled apology and let her go, a little disappointed.

Five minutes later the stewardess knocked at my door and I gave her another sovereign almost mechanically.

“Thank you, sir, many thanks,” she said. “Might I say something?” she asked.

“Certainly,” I replied. “What is it?”

“Those young girls,” she went on, “they give themselves airs. They know nothing really. Take my advice, sir, leave Miss Winnie alone for a day or two; let her see you with Ethel Dodge of the second cabin, and she'll soon repent and change. Nothing like a bit of jealousy to make a girl kind,” she smiled. “Miss Winnie there thinks you belong to her and must do whatever she wishes. Even if she protests your, ah, special attentions,” she emphasized, “it's all part of her game. Once she sees you like another girl and the other likes you, she'll alter her tune, believe me.”

“I believe you,” I said, “but when can I see Miss Dodge?”

“Tomorrow, sir,” she said. “I've given her a bath and told her you were paying and she wants to thank you. She has a prettier figure than Miss Wilson if I'm a judge, even fuller and rounder; but you can see for yourself, if you like. I'll tap at your door tomorrow early; the knothole is still there,” she laughed.

“You are a wonder,” I said. “All right then, I'll expect you about eight tomorrow morning and I'll tell you what I think of Miss Dodge.”

“Let her come to your cabin afterwards, to thank you,” said the cunning stewardess, “and let Miss Wilson hear you together. I'll give her a hint that she'll lose you if she doesn't take care. I guarantee you'll have no more trouble.”

“You are a magician,” I applauded her. “Conduct the campaign as you think best and take this for your pains.” I gave her a five pound note.

“Thank you, sir, thank you,” she cried.

“That's only the beginning,” I said. “If you succeed, well, we've a few more days of generous 'thank-yous' to come.”

“You'll have 'em both, sir, trust me. You'll be plowing those fields before you think on it.” And she vanished, smiling, through the door.

The next morning I saw Ethel Dodge through the knothole. She was slim and shapely with wide breasts, pert nipples, flaring hips, and a thick mossing of dark hair on her mount. She was so attractive that I wanted her to come to my cabin as she came from the bath. The stewardess introduced me and Ethel seemed willing to be friends. Yes, she was pretty and well-made, but not as lovely, or as young as Winnie. She needed money, however, as she was going to be married. She confessed at once that she loved love and was not averse to earning moneyin whatever manneron her voyage. While we were talking, I heard the stewardess tap lightly on the door; whoever was passing must have heard us laugh. Ethel plainly told me she was at my service for she liked me greatly.

“No nonsense about you, that's what I like,” she added.

When I met Winnie on deck half an hour later, she was very cold to me, so I merely bowed and smiled and passed on. A little later, while I was pacing the deck, she stopped me.

“I suppose you're proud of your new conquest?” she huffed.

“No,” I replied, “I've made no conquest new or old.”

“Yet I heard you both laughing in your room as I passed,” she replied.

“Possibly,” I said, “but that proves nothing.”

“You probably took off her bathrobe and fondled her breasts andand" Winnie said passionately.

“I didn't even want to,” I answered.

“I wish I could believe that,” she cried with intense feeling in voice and looks. As luck would have it, we had reached the forecastle and were clean out of sight and hearing of the rest of the passengers. I put my arm around her waist, drew her to me strongly and kissed her lips. While my mouth was on hers, her arms went around my neck and she murmured, “Then you do love me best?”