“So can I see the foot now?”
Miss Helena nodded and eased the shoe off her left leg with her left hand.
“I’ve noticed you do almost everything with your left,” Dr Frederick said.
“That’s great observation, Doctor. I am a lefty,” Miss Helena said, smiling at the end of her sentence.
“I’m impressed the Baron did not try to change you while you were still growing,” Dr Frederick said.
Miss Helena shook her head. Her gold dangling earrings danced as she did.
“My father has a far more liberal mind than the common man older than fifty. He would never do that,” she said.
No wonder you are said to have the audacity to oppose and argue against views of men in balls and parties. Your father puts no bridle on your thinking or views.
Dr Frederick was impressed. He had never met a woman like Miss Helena. He looked at the small foot resting on the lawn. It wasn’t purple anymore, only pink due to the pressure from the just removed shoe. It had returned to its normal size. Dr Frederick held it with his right hand. He put his left hand under it, lifting it up. Miss Helena jerked and drew the foot back rapidly. Dr Frederick reared back suddenly, alarmed something was wrong.
“What is it?” he asked as he raised his gaze to her eyes.
“Nothing,” Helena answered, smiling uncomfortably.
“Your fingers were tickling, and I wasn’t ready for the sensation. I am sorry if I alarmed you,” she said.
Dr Frederick nodded and picked up the foot again. He placed his left hand under it again, using it to hold the foot. Miss Helena twitched and smiled a little as he did that. Dr Frederick pressed the ankle a bit. Miss Helena didn’t react. Dr Frederick pressed it with the same force again, this time looking at her eyes. He wanted to see if she was just keeping herself from reacting to pain, no matter how small. Miss Helena’s eyes were closed.
Is she closing them due to pain or pleasure?
“Do you feel anything, any pain?” Dr Frederick asked.
She opened her eyes and shook her head. Her eyes looked, raw, naked. Her eyes mirrored a feeling Dr Frederick could not lay a finger on yet. He moved his left hand up her leg so he could hold her ankle better. Miss Helena moved her legs slightly, opening them wider and allowing Dr Frederick to glimpse her naked limbs under the cone-shaped skirt. Dr Frederick moved his hands deeper, moving them past the soft skin under her knees and onto her lap.
Her lap was soft and warm. Dr Frederick’s throat constricted and warmth poured into his member, fueling its rise. Dr Frederick’s right hand still remained at Miss Helena’s ankle. He pressed more, both at her ankle and onto her lap. Miss Helena’s eyes were closed shut.
“Do … do you feel any pain?” Dr Frederick asked her.
His voice shook and sounded like he had caught a cold. Dr Frederick didn’t understand why Miss Helena always had this effect on him. All he knew was being close to her, touching her, brought a flood of want to him.
Miss Helena shook her head.
“No, I don’t feel any pain.”
Dr Frederick’s hand wandered a tad deeper, nearing Miss Helena’s very crux. Miss Helena slammed her eyelids open and placed her hands on Dr Frederick’s shoulders, holding him tight as if she needed him to maintain balance. The force of her weight was much and threatened to fell Dr Frederick. He removed his hands from her leg and held her at the waist. Miss Helena lowered her gaze and looked into Dr Frederick’s eyes. Dr Frederick saw her pupils shake. There was want in her eyes. Dr Frederick felt the hunger in him flood and overflow. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips parted at the centre. Dr Frederick wanted to fill that opening.
His eyes were riveted on her red lips and their silent allure. His gaze fell to her heavy bust. He noted the small rise and fall motion they made as she breathed. Dr Frederick noticed her head lowering. He didn’t wait for it to get to him. He nudged his head upwards and met her mouth with his.
The force of their impact was great. Dr Frederick felt unable to shackle the want that had raged in him since he first saw Miss Helena. His lips enveloped hers, first a parry of lips, no tongue. Dr Frederick took hold of her lower lip and feasted on it. He sucked at it like he was trying to drain it of its redness. Miss Helena moved her lip out from between his and twisted her head slightly, changing the angle and causing Dr Frederick to take a breath. Her tongue flew out, quick and without warning, moving swiftly through the space between his lips and clashing with his tongue. Dr Frederick heard a moan. He didn’t know whose throat it escaped from.
His hands moved up from her waist, one moved to her lower back while the other rested on one of her breasts. He tried to wrap his palm around the soft bust of her breast, but his palm couldn’t provide cover enough. The tender feel of her bust under his palm tingled Dr Frederick’s skin. Dr Frederick dropped his mouth from her mouth to her bust area. He pushed his face into the abyss above where her breasts lay. Dr Frederick searched for her nipple with his tongue, nibbling and biting gently when he found it. His teeth couldn’t get a firm grip of the bud. Dr Frederick cursed gently at the fabric of her gown that separated his mouth from the naked skin of her bust. He moved his head back up, attacking her mouth with ferocity.
Miss Helena’s hand wrapped around his waist and wandered till it touched his erect member, through his fabric of his breech. She held tight to it causing Dr Frederick to groan.
“I have had so many dreams about this,” Dr Frederick said.
Miss Helena smiled.
Dr Frederick moved back from her a bit. He took a long look at her flushed face. Her skin was flawless and glossy. Her face was round, no sharp angles where bone and muscle massed. She was a beauty. And now he wanted her more than anything. Dr Frederick was about to move his hand back under her skirt when he heard a ruffle. Someone was coming.
Dr Frederick jerked back from Miss Helena. He rubbed his face and mouth, taking care to bring out his handkerchief to clean any powder stains on his face. Miss Helena had heard the steps too and composed herself quickly.