Vauxhall Vixen

Prologue

London, England, April 1824

David was having the dream again.

He was outside in a garden. It was night. He could feel the cool breeze against his face. He heard the rustle of leaves in a nearby tree.

The shadowy form of a woman knelt before him. Her hair and most of her face were covered in a filmy, black veil. The sweet scent of violets drifted in the air surrounding her.

He felt her hands at his waistband. He sensed the moment her quick fingers released the buttons on his drawers. An instant later, one of her palms lightly brushed against his rapidly hardening cock.

He detected her gaze contemplating his face as he reclined back against the hard seat. He stared back at the black drape in a futile effort to discern the features of the woman who was arousing his body in such a shrewd manner.

The woman’s head nodded slightly and she held up one of her hands, palm forward in a commanding gesture which aptly illustrated her control of the situation at present. She placed her palm flat against his chest.

A second later the full moon broke away from a bank of clouds and the light shone down upon the woman’s veil. David could barely see the outline of a straight, aristocratic nose and a fleeting image of white, even teeth surrounded by full, lush lips.

She quickly removed her hand from his chest and lowered her head. He felt her gently push the bottom edge of his shirt up to his waist. David instantly forgot his curiosity over the woman’s identity as she cast a sensual spell over him with every move she made. The skin on her palm was soft and warm as she moved her hand across the taut muscles on his abdomen. He felt his cock swell and strain upward as if indicating its need for her immediate attention.

He could not stop himself from sighing with profound relief as he felt her hand move lower. Her fingers fluttered softly against the coarse hair on one of his thighs before veering over to gently wrap around his swollen balls.

“You are driving me insane, woman!” David grunted, no longer able to remain silent as her caressing motions across his body were swiftly making him lose all control.

In answer, the woman chuckled softly before bending over his hard cock. David had a fleeting glimpse of her succulent lips before she took the full length of his penis into her mouth.

“Ah…yes, that feels wonderful,” David murmured as he closed his eyes in order to better concentrate on the delicious sensations her ministrations were arousing in him.

Her warm, moist mouth cocooned his penis as her tongue pulsed softly against the sensitive vein. He could feel the tip of his shaft gently nudging the tight opening of her throat. The light fabric of her veil stroked his abdomen as she moved her mouth up and down over his hard cock.

An owl suddenly hooted from a nearby tree. David forced his eyes open and briefly noted the silhouette of a fountain in the distance before his attention was again focused on the woman before him as she adjusted her position and licked the cleft on the top of his penis with her wet tongue. It fluttered back and forth across the sensitive opening for a moment more. David could feel his pulse throb as he came close to the point of release.

Her mouth covered the top half of his swollen cock and she began to suck him. The sensations were unbelievably arousing. David felt his shaft harden in response as she worked her magic upon him. He relished the feeling of her lips wrapped around the outside of his cock and the soft, moist warmth of the inside of her mouth as it enveloped him.

“I am ready,” David gasped, just before his release. He felt the brush of the soft material from his linen handkerchief as the woman placed it over the swollen head of his penis just before his semen gushed forward.

A few moments later, David moved to sit upright as his heart rate slowed once more. He became conscious of the slight pressure of the woman’s palms on his thighs. He reached forward to cover, and then rub, her hands with his own. “That was truly wondrous, my dear. But please, do not tell me that our time together is at an end?”

The woman gently pulled her hands free and then stood up in front of him. She moved her arms upward and adjusted her veil so that her entire face was hidden once again. Then she reached with one hand to a side pocket in her gown. She withdrew a cone-shaped item with small strings attached and handed it to him.

David studied the casing made from animal intestine in the soft moonlight. Recognizing the object as a French letter he raised his head to look intently at the shrouded woman in front of him. “It would be my great pleasure to fulfill your request.”

He stood up and reached out toward the woman. She pulled back one step and held her hand up again. David halted and then watched, transfixed, as the woman turned away from him, bent over and slowly began pulling up her gown.

She inched the gown upward with a slow, measured pace. David held his breath in anticipation as her long, shapely limbs encased in black stockings were gradually revealed to his avid gaze.

He almost cried out in torment as the woman halted her movements just at the upper edge of her stockings. He felt his cock harden again in expectation of what was to come. The woman appeared to study him briefly before tugging on the gown one final time to pull the fabric up and over her bare bottom.

The woman’s buns were round and firm. David’s fingers itched to reach out and squeeze her luscious backside. He abruptly became aware of the animal casing clasped tightly in his hand. Hastily reaching down, he placed the soft sleeve over his hard penis, carefully pulling the strings tight.

The woman waited patiently, still bent over in front of him. Then she reached behind herself to grasp and stroke his cock. David stepped forward to give her easier access, at the same time reaching out to mold and squeeze her firm butt.

David heard a low moan escape from the woman’s mouth. She pressed her delectable bottom against his hips. He put his hands flat upon her back and guided his hard cock into her pussy.

A lusty sigh of ecstasy escaped from David’s lips as he entered her. She was so tight and wet! His cock felt so snug and warm in her moist canal.

The woman placed her hands on a nearby tree stump for leverage and pressed up against him in a constant, ever-increasing rhythm. Her movements suddenly became frenzied as she wiggled and thrust herself back against his penis one last time.

“Oh, yes, yes!” she whispered as she came and shuddered around him.

“Ah, ah, you feel so good!” David exclaimed as he drove his cock deep into her with one final thrust and came hard into the sheath inside her vagina.

David stood with his arms wrapped around the woman’s waist and his forehead resting upon her lower back as his heartbeat returned to normal. When he felt her shift her stance beneath him, he promptly rose and gradually removed his cock from her canal.

He turned to retrieve his discarded handkerchief, made some hasty adjustments to his clothing and then moved to confront the woman. She was hastily shaking out her rumpled skirts into some semblance of order. Presently, she appeared to be satisfied with her handiwork and faced him with her veil completely covering her face once more.

“We must do this again very soon.” David walked closer to her and whispered somewhat breathlessly to a spot on the veil where he imagined the woman’s ear might be. “I assure you, my dear, I have never had better. You are an angel.”

The woman stood silently. Her veil shifted slightly as she appeared to nod her head. Then she turned away from him and began walking down the path. Without warning, she spoke to the night air and her words floated back to him just as he awoke from his dream. “You are mistaken, my lord. I could never be an angel. I am a vixen.”