My Secret Life

She worked a few minutes talking to Jenny, who was making as much noise with her feet as she could. Then the sister looked up, and leaving off her needle-work said, “This will make Tom want to do it to me, —a new dress always does, when he sees me in it, — he ain't done it lately, he will to-morrow.” They both laughed, and she went to work again.

Again she stopped, Jenny then seated herself at the edge of the bed over me. “Oh ! how awfully hot I am, — what a bore petticoats are, — I declare I've a good mind to leave them off this weather.” She stepped forwards. “I'll take them off, I can slammack about to-night, — no one will see me.” “Oh ! no don't”, said Jenny in an excited way; but she quickly unlaced her stays, untied her petticoats, and slipped them down to her ankles. Her chemise which was no longer held up to her shoulders by the arms, slipped down with them, and she stood naked before me excepting her boots and stockings. She seemed to have forgotten that her chemise was no longer held up, for just as the petticoats fell below her cunt, she made a slight grasp as if to hold them up, then she gave a laugh, “That's cool enough”, said she.

“Don't, — what are you doing?” shrieked Jenny, “put on your chemise,-you're naked, you're naked”, —and she tried to pull up the chemise; but the woman stepped away from the clothes as they lay on the floor, caught up the chemise, threw it on the bed, and placed petticoats and stays on a chair by the washhand stand. I saw large hips, a mass of dark hair at her cunt, a large white backside, fine round thighs, and limbs; in brief a fine, plump, well-fed woman, a splendid sight. The innocence of the action was beautiful. “Oh ! isn't it nice and cool”, she said, “I've got so hot walking.”

“Put on your things, — what are you doing?” said Jenny. “Oh ! isn't it nice !—I wish one could go in one's skin this weather”, she replied. She scratched her motte-hair, and felt her arse, and seemed so pleased with herself. Then she looked under each of her arm-pits. “Oh! Lord how hot I am, — where is a towel?” She took one, and began gently rubbing herself with it under her armpits, put it down, and again scratched the hair of her motte.

“I'm surprised at you”, said Jenny walking about, and I'm sure trying to prevent me from seeing her sister, though she always declared to me afterwards that she had no such intention. “Cover yourself, you'll catch cold.” “Catch cold? — nonsense, — and you have the window shut also, — what do you shut it for?” “Oh ! I can't bear it open in thundering weather.” The fact was we always shut it when we went to the bed to exclude noise, and left the door open, to hear if any one knocked at the street-door. “Put something on you at all events”, said jenny, “it's not decent.” “Decent ? — you are modest all of a sudden.”

“It's delicious !” She walked round the bed to the window, opened it, came back naked as she was, and went on working at her dress; and so for a quarter of an hour did I see this handsomely-made woman naked, first her side, then her belly, then her bum came in view, till I was driven mad by the state of my penis which was throbbing with excitement, and urging me to frig it.

“Well that will do”, she said as she finished, “the creases will never be noticed where they are”, — and she walked backwards to the bed, the short distance she was from it, and sat down at the edge just where the valance had dropped. With care I pulled the valance, and the seam opened more, but not much. I raised myself on my elbow, my eyes to the opening. There were the thighs and legs stretching out to the floor, her bum was at the mere edge of the bed, her cunt but about six inches above my nose. I had a wonderfully keen scent for the aroma of a woman, and swear I smelt her cunt distinctly, though I could not see it. She sat there for full five minutes, talking to Jenny about the dress, whilst I kept sniffing up the aroma from her flesh and her love-orifice, and feeling my quivering prick, whilst my greedy eyes gloated on the fat thighs, so far as I could see them.

At length she turned round. “I'll put my slippers on”, — and sitting down opposite the bed on the chair on which she had placed her petticoats, she put one leg up, and began unlacing the boot, then between and under the thighs I saw the dark hairy notch. She had scarcely put herself in that attitude before putting her foot down, she came to the bed, put one foot up, and there continued unlacing it, — and there was her cunt just visible, and within a foot of my greedy eyes, whilst she leisurely unlaced the boot on the bed, the other foot on the floor. Had I placed her there for the purpose I could not have done it better.