The Lady in Green

Chapter 2

On the crossing to France the doubts began to creep in. Had I done the right thing ? Or was I about to make my husband very angry by being too forward?

Lady Forbes the Ambassador's wife had declared herself enchanted by my letter.

’....My dear girl. What a very romantic idea. Naughty Luke for not telling us Midsummer's Eve was your Wedding Anniversary. Had I known I would have invited you without your having to ask.........................’

So at least I had an ally. In any case it was a little late to be afraid. I had a bed and board at the Ambassador's Residence (hopefully with Luke) and my specially made gown was in my trunk. It was emerald green trimmed with silver and I had a silver crescent moon mask.

I had decided to make a feature of my necklace because this would be what identified me to Luke. If I succeeded in seducing him then I wanted him to have no doubt as to whom I was. After all the usual point of a masked ball was the mystery and opportunity to flirt in anonymity.

I stood looking in the full length mirror. I smoothed out my sweeping green skirts and checked my necklace, which sat a mere half-inch from the swell of my corseted breasts. I was delighted. I looked beautiful I knew I did. Hopefully I would have other men flirting with me during the evening. Of course they would get nowhere. There was only one man I wanted but it would do him good to see me with admirers.

There was a knock at the door and the Ambassador Sir Arthur Forbes asking, 'Are you ready Lady Weston?'

He walked into the ballroom with his wife on one arm and a mysterious lady in green on the other. I thanked them both for their help and Lady Forbes kissed my cheek.

'I'm sure dear Luke will be thrilled to see you.’

With that I was off to search for him.

It did not take long. I knew his tall muscular leanness even from behind. From the front he had no way of hiding that fine nose, sensuous mouth and hypnotic eyes even with a mask.

A pretty, young French woman was flirting heavily and I saw him raise her hand to his lips. I slid behind her and as his head came up I met his eyes. I let the merest smile curve my lips and the tip of my tongue slid across them while below I ran a finger slowly across the tops of my breasts, just grazing the give away jewels.

It worked. He knew me. And his slow burning smile told me I had done well. Clearly he was in the mood to play because he immediately turned back to his companion.

I picked up his gauntlet. If he wanted a chase then a chase he would get. The moment his eyes left me I moved swiftly and silently away.

Soon after, I was accosted by a young Frenchman. 'I have been waiting for a chance to meet you Madame.’

Had I been single then I would certainly have been interested for he was charming indeed.

But I was not free. I had given my heart to Luke and did not want it back. It felt good to be admired by this handsome youth though so I basked in his attention. I carefully steered him back towards where Luke was being courted by an English Lady I knew only by sight.

He saw the youth's determined flirtations and I was gratified to see that he was jealous.

So the evening wore on and we hunted each other relentlessly. He let me see every eyelash fluttered in his direction, every hand he kissed and every bosom placed artfully heaving under his nose. In turn I let him see every attempted seduction I received.

I was feeling hot and profoundly aroused by now. My skin was flushed and my bodice chafed against nipples as hard as acorns.

Luke was hard. He could not hide it in those britches. I was tired of our chase by now. I wanted to feel his hands on me to reap the harvest we had been sowing all evening.

I had been accosted by a French Count old enough to be my Father and whose wife was giving me looks that ought to have killed me. He was annoyingly persistent and didn't intend to take no for an answer until rescue came in the form of my beloved Knight. He bowed to the Count.

'Pardonnez moi Seigneur,’ and taking my hand pulled me into a deserted ante room.

He kissed me with wild ardour. Then looked down at me the eyes under his mask pulling me in to drown helpless in their depths.

He took my hand down to his bulging crotch. 'So Milady.’ He said in a low rumble, 'Having got me into this state, what do you intend to do about it?'

In answer, I unfastened his britches and sinking to my knees engulfed his c**k with my eager mouth. His moans of bliss as my lips and tongue worked over his length were music to my ears. He pulled of his own mask and then mine letting me smile up at him neither of us hidden any longer. I kneaded his balls in my fingers and he shuddered. His hands went to my hair and disengaged him self from my mouth.

'I've got to f**k you.’

He lifted me against the wall fumbling beneath my skirts so he could enter me with a groan.

'Are you real? Or am I just having the best dream of my life?'

'If you are dreaming then I am too.’ I gasped. 'Please f**k me. F**k me hard..............'

We missed midnight at the ball where everyone takes off their masks and reveals themselves. We both had the person we wanted to be with and so the witching hour found us naked in bed kissing, caressing and loving each other.

The next morning we went down arm in arm to breakfast. Luke needed to be in France for another 4 days so Lady Forbes had arranged for me to stay at the Embassy so that we could leave for England together.

The French Countess whose husband had tried to seduce me the night before accosted us. She looked at me as though I had crawled from under a stone.

'I wonder Sir Luke that you keep company with such a shameless strumpet.’

Luke kissed me softly and took the Countess aside.

'I believe that your husband was the shameless one last night Madame. This lady did not intend to give herself to anyone but me..........'

He took my hand and smiled at the Countess.

'Madame La Comtesse let me introduce my wife, Lady Amelia Weston.’