A Walk in the Park

Cecile walked dutifully behind her mother. She could hear her going on about Valmont and Tourvel and many other things, none of which Cecile care about. Instead Cecile chose to let her mind wander. She watched the bird and wildlife move around her. She though of the freedom they had and wished she had the same. She watched two happy mice playing around the base of a tree. They seamed to be in love. With this thought in mind it was not long before her mind had turned to her only experience with love. Lord Hastings filled her mind; she though of what it might be like to be with him. She had read of the ways of love in the novels the marques had given her, but she could only imagine what it was like to be with a man.

She imagined life as one of the women in the novels. She pictured walking in the woods with Lord Hastings. They would wander off to a private place. "It is a nice day is it not?"

Steering the lady into a lesser explore portion of the garden, Hastings quietly took in the beauty of the creature beside him even as she took in the beauty of the garden.

"It is a nice day is it not?"

Hastings looked up at the clear blue sky and blazing sun as though see the world around them for the first time. �Mighty fine weather, m�dear. But I fear I�m partial to winter and the cold.�

Her head turned with lighting speed to meet his eyes. �The cold, good heavens, why?�

She moved close to him as if his mention of cold had drought a chill and she was looking for warmth.

Hastings grinned impishly as Cecile drew close. "Of course," he replied. "The cold encourages closeness and snuggling." If the girl's mother had been around to hear his remarks he would have been likely fending off her fichu, as it were he wasn't certain she would be none to happy that he was leading the child off to a secluded portion of the garden where none could attest to what took place there.

She smiled slyly at him. �You like to snuggle? I thought you to be a man with less wholesome appetites.� She spoke as she stepped to the other sided of him and nearer to some flower to which she pretended to smell. Almost all of her face and chest were in the beautiful bush. The flowers lightly touching her exposited skin like little kisses from nature. She looked back at him with a bit of a smile.

Hastings had held himself in check, but evidently the lady was not nearly so innocent as he had originally thought. Her suggestive marks and come-on looks were from a woman who knew what she wanted and meant to have it � and Hastings was not one to disappoint.

She grazed his thigh suggestively as she swept around him to admire a bush of peach colored roses, before casting him another inviting smile.

�I have a very eclectic palette, dear lady. It is very dependent on what my hostess is willing to offer,� Hastings replied, scooping Cecile�s hand up and kissing the delicate fingertip, before placing that dear little hand on his arm. If he recalled correctly there was a secluded little bower hidden nearby, with a good strong bench within and fewer opportunities for interruption.

All she could do was to stare up at him as he lead her to the near by bower. Only once did she look over her shoulder to see if any one, her mother, was following them. With no sine that they were being followed she lowered her and to touch his thigh. He was a strong man and she had no doubt that he had the stamina to go for hours she only hoped that no one missed them in that time.

Hastings bade Cecile to sit on the white stone bench, choosing a most strategically beneficial position for his purpose. If the lady was as eager as she seemed, he could easily ease her back onto the bench so that it supported at but her leg (and he would see to those).

He sat close beside her, sliding an arm around her slender waist as he cupped her chin with his other hand to turn towards him. Her lips were already parted in anticipation and it was difficult to say whose tongue was the first to find the other. She was eager and he too much the gentleman to disappoint so that soon, as she lady was lowered onto the bench it was difficult to tell if she had been lowered or pulled him after her. His kisses explored her face and throat and the small heaving breast that threatened to peek out of her too-low cut gown.

Her breath was ragged and forced, as much from excitement as the too tight stays. He pulled himself free of her clinging arms and slid to the ground at her feet, where he found an ankle and followed it up to find what he was looking for.

She closed her eyes and leaned back and let the waves of lusty excitement over take her. Her heart was pounding away in her chest as he touched her. It pounded so hard and fast that she thought it was going to break out of her at any minute. If this is what love was like, Cecile wanted more, much, much more. She opened her eyes but every thing was blur. She tried to see the green light around them but it was in vain. She closed them again quickly and gripped the bench as she arched her back in explosion of pleasure. Was there anything better then this moment?

A wise old uncle of Hastings once told him, �Never buy the horse until you�ve checked the teeth� - words of wisdom that could be applied to more than horseflesh. There were things men should know before forging ahead and ending up with a nasty surprise. There was a technique Hastings used to explore the territory and earn points with the ladies, which he referred to as �working his way up�. Working his way up a milk white leg, Hastings satisfied himself that there were no signs of pox � one never knew these days! A keen oldfactory told him she kept herself clean � a good sign. With his tongue and a couple of expert fingers, he satisfied himself that she was still a virgin � not for much longer.

Soon she was moaning and writhing beneath him in delight. �If you like that dearest, I have something better for you.� And he did.

She looked down at him over her billowing skirt. A wide grin little her face up. "Do you? I can't wait." She said reaching her hand out for him. He voice spoke her name, "Cecile... Cecile...Cecile!" Hasting voice turned in to her mothers. With that the park disappeared and she was now standing in front of her mother. "What are you doing child?" Her mother demanded. "You stopped waking I had to walk quit a way back for you." Cecile could fell a flush come over her. "My dear you look very red. We should get you in to the house before you become ill." Cecile let her mother walk her back to the house, happy that mama had not guessed the real reason for the trouble.