We stood talking in the hall for a minute, I smiling, she scarcely restrained from smiling herself. We each knew well what the other was thinking of, and I wish I could have felt the sensations in her cunt, for I saw from her eyes that she was lewed. We both went up-stairs together, and when in the bedroom corridor, “That's my room, they are lower this side but larger than yours.” “Really?” — “Look.” — I opened the door, she half entered it, I laid hold of her arm quite gently, and without any resistance, pulled her in and shut the door. — “Oh! I mustn't stop here.” — “Give me a kiss — I will have one.” — She didn't resist the kiss. — “I mustn't stop here.” — “Yes do — I'm dying for you — let me see that sweet foot and leg which I saw on the steamer.” — “I shan't” — I pulled her down on to the bedside and put my hand on her calf. — “Oh you shan't” — next second it was on her thigh. — “Oh now — no, you shan't.” Next minute my fingers were between her cunt lips, and I was titillating her clitoris, and kissing her. “Let me have you, my darling.” — “Leave off now.” — “Let's fuck.” — “Oh, I'm sorry I came in, what will the servants say if they see me leaving?” The lovemaking then ran its course — how commonplace but how delicious, tho the same, and the same, and ever will be the same. — Frigging her first, then baudy words, then pego erect, dazzling and fascinating her, next her hand is round it, and I've a finger up the warm moist avenue. — “Hush dear, don't make a noise, they can hear thro the partition — I will have you, don't be foolish. — Hish.” — “Oh — now — don't get me with child then.” — “I won't, I'll spend outside. — Hish.” — I pulled her bonnet off and threw it on the floor, then pulling her back onto the bed, the mosquito curtain tore down in all directions, then she was laying on the bed silent, her cunt thirsting for the soothing lifegiver. I see a dark-haired motte for an instant, then my belly covers her. — “Ah — Herr” — she sighs as my prick is buried in her. “Aha — err” — and I'm rapidly fucking her. “Aha” as my tongue meets hers. “Oh don't — abr.” — My spunk was coming, was throbbing out into her, she spending, our pleasure was complete, her cunt full of my libation, my promise was forgotten, she'd forgotten her request, but both were happy.
Then came the wash and the usual regrets — the modest look — the fears. — “Oh if I'm seen.” — “Wait longer — now let me see it.” — She made no sham, she knew she could give no more than she had, and waited till she'd seen my prick erect again, till I'd seen her charms from bum hole to navel, and we'd fucked again. — Then smoking, I promenaded the corridor till the coast was clear, whistled loudly, and she escaped safely, nor did I see her until with Pa and Ma seated at the table d'hote. — Then how we looked at each other. — A widow I'm perfectly sure can't help getting fucked on the sly, and they know somehow, I find, how to take care of possibilities to themselves afterwards. — There were two other widows at that hotel, and also two soldiers' wives who had been with-out their husbands for months. — Had they done with-out sexual solace long? — Perhaps — most likely not.
