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This is a work of fiction that may include incest, under-age sex, paedophiliac
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and/or bestiality. If any of these offend you, are illegal in your location or
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"Diane"
by Jules Chavrien
 © 1995
All rights reserved
It was my second furlough in London, and much different from my first.  On
my first, I had hooked up with three other kids, one guy and two girls, for my
week's
leave.  This time, I was going to go it, on my own.  This was the Christmas
season, of
the same year.  I actually got there on Guy Fawkes Day.  That is the day after
Christmas, and there were a million kids on the streets, asking for, "A penny
for the
Guy".  It drove me crazy, until I had it explained to me.  It seems this "Guy"
was some
kind of mad bomber, from the 16th century, or sometime, and a great hero, to
the
citizenry, for fighting the King, and they were remembering the anniversary of
his
execution, for sedition, or some other "Lese Majeste".  The city was much more
festive
than the last time I was there, even though the weather was worse.  Colder and
wetter, but not anything I hadn't expected.
The first couple days, I made it to a lot of the sights I had missed, on my
first
trip, when I became an Anglophile for life.  The third day was a Saturday and
many
of the attractions were closed, so I decided to take in a movie, that was
playing at one
of the larger "cinemas" downtown, in Central London.  Since it was a week-end,
and
the Holiday Season, there was quite a long "Queue", which I joined.  The people
in
front of me were a young woman about 20, and an older woman, I thought was her
Mother.  I got out a cigarette and my lighter, (in those days a smoker wasn't
immediately exiled to Siberia) and started the routine.  Before I got my
cigarette lit,
the younger woman asked if I would like to trade, one of my American
cigarettes, for
one of her English ones.  As I had been trying to think of an excuse to talk to
her, I
agreed at once.  She reached up, removed the cigarette from my lips, and put it
in her
own, smiling as she did it.  I took one of hers, from her package, and lit both
of them,
for us.  I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Diane, and the other
woman was her Aunt Beatrice, who was in from the country, for the day.  As the
line
moved forward, we continued our conversation, getting to know more about one
another, and agreeing to buy our seats together, in the loges, where we could
smoke. 
She told me she lived at home with her Mother and Father, who was the
"custodian"
of an office building in Lincoln's Inn Fields, a street in the legal district. 
Most of the
tenants in the building were "Barristers" and "Solicitors", what we would call
lawyers,
and were gone for the Holidays.  The apartment, that came with her Father's
job, was
in the basement of the building he took care of.  With all the tenants gone,
her
parents had taken the opportunity to go to the country, to visit some
relatives, for the
weekend.  
At the "Interim", Diane and I went out to the lobby, to get some refresh-
ments, and decided that we would take her Aunt to Paddington Station, to catch
her
train, together, and go out that evening.  When we returned to our seats, I
gave her
my hand, to help her up the step into our row, and when she was up, she kept
hold of
it.  We seated ourselves, next to Beatrice, and watched the rest of the
program.  She
kept her hand in mine, and held it first on her knee, and later, by common
consent,
she moved it up to her crotch, where I could feel the heat emanating, from her
mound.  
After the show, the three of us caught a Red, double-decked, bus to the
station, riding on the upper deck, in deference to my "Tourist" status, with
much
laughing and talking making the ride very short.  Diane took hold of my hand
again,
and drew my arm around her shoulder, holding my hand on the upper swell of her
breast.  I could feel that her breast was firm and high, even through the
fabric of her
heavy winter coat.  Her shoulder brushing, straight brown, hair tickled my ear,
as she
laid her head on my shoulder, in laughter, at something one of us had said, and
her
huge dark eyes twinkled at me, with promise.  The bus arrived at the station,
with
time to spare, and we all went to the Tea Shop, for Tea and a sweet.  The half
hour
passed quickly, with a lot of laughter at my language faux-pas, caused by the
differences between "English" and "American".  
As I handed Beatrice up to the train step, she squeezed my hand, and leaned
forward, to kiss me lightly on the lips, whispering in my ear, "I like you
Arthur.  Take
good care of my niece, tonight.  I wish I were twenty years younger, and she'd
have to
fight me, for you.  Ta-ta, lad."  Diane and I waited, and waved the train out
of the
station, before turning to each other, and gazing at one another, before slowly
going
into each other's arms, and fastening our lips together, in our first kiss. 
When we
came up for air, we were both breathing hard, and stood holding each other
tightly
for a moment, before separating, and laughing in sheer happiness.  Diane took
my
hand, and we started toward the front of the station to catch a Taxi to
Lincoln's Inn
Fields.  Her building was a post-war, ten story, office block, with a private
side
entrance, to the machinery space and her apartment.  As we walked in, she told
me
"she wanted to change her clothes for the evening".  We entered her apartment,
and
she showed me around the "Flat", as she called it.  She settled me on the sofa,
in front
of the Electric fire, knelt in front of me, and took off my wet shoes.  "I'll
just be a
moment, Arthur.  I want to get into something dry."  With this she disappeared,
through the doorway to her bedroom, behind me, closing the door after her.
My socks were dry and toasty, by the time Diane came out of her room, and
walked over to the back of the sofa, and covered my eyes, with her hands.  I
had been
dozing in the warmth, and she surprised me, so I reared back, bumping my head
against two warm breasts.  She held my head back, on the cushion of her body a
moment, then ran her hands down my chest, inside my shirt, leaning forward 'til
her
hair fell around my head, in a cascade of perfumed silk.  She fastened her lips
to mine,
as her fingertips wormed their way under my belt, and into the hair of my
groin.  I
broke our kiss, took her hands out of my shirt and rose to go to her.  When I
turned
to her, I saw that she had changed into a negligee, of light blue lace.  Her
dark
nipples, and silky black bush, showed through the open mesh of the lace, and
she
smiled, at my look of surprise.  "I told you I was going to get dressed for the
evening."
she said, laughing, and beckoning me toward her.  She took my hand and led me
toward the door she had gone through before.  
In her room, she sat me on the bed, and knelt at my feet, stripping off my
socks, and massaging my feet, finally raising each in turn, to kiss and lap the
soles,
and suck each toe, in turn, into her mouth.  Her attention to my feet, had my
prick
like a steel rod, bouncing between two magnets.  As she leaned over my feet,
her
gown fell away from her breasts, and I stared hungrily at them, swaying with
her every
movement.  She rose, pushed me back on the bed, and knelt beside my chest, un-
buttoning my shirt, and pushing it off my shoulders.  I lay un-moving, letting
her
minister to me, as she would.  It seemed to be what she wanted.  Diane worked
my
shirt off my arms, stripped my Tee shirt over my head, and pushed me back down.

When she leaned over my chest, to start kissing my nipples, her gown fell away
again,
and I reached out, to take the weight of her breasts, in my hands.  Their heat
entered
my palms, and I kneaded the flesh filling them, causing the nipples to grow and
expand, into rigid cylinders, pressing into my flesh.  With her gown fallen
away I
could see past her breasts and down to the thatch of silky black hair on her
pubes. 
Her mouth traveled over my chest, leaving snail trails of spit, that cooled in
the night
air, causing the hairs to rise, and tickle, as she moved her head lower, toward
my
waist.  Her hands preceded her mouth and fumbled my belt open, un-zipped my fly
and took the waistband in her hands to push my trousers down.  I raised my
hips, to
facilitate their removal, and finally kicked them off, as her mouth pressed to
the fabric
of my shorts, breathing hot breath through the cloth, on to my throbbing prick.
 Her
hands gathered the cloth around me and raised my cotton covered rod to her
lips,
taking it's hidden head into the moistness of her mouth.  Her movement toward
my
crotch had turned her away from me, presenting me with a close-up view of her
lace
covered pussy, pushing out between her thighs, as she knelt to mouth my prick..
 I
reached over to her nearest knee, and moved it across my chest, so she
straddled me,
and then, raised my face to her cunt and pushed the lace into her crack, with
my
tongue.  Diane unwrapped my shorts from around my prick, and pushed them down
to my knees, for me to kick off, while I moved a fold of her lace negligee back
and
forth, across her clit, the scratchy fabric making her writhe, to it's every
movement. 
She retrieved my prick in to her mouth, running her tongue in circles around
the
head.  I flipped her gown up over her ass, and applied my mouth to her now
naked
pussy, spreading the lips with my tongue, capturing her clit between my teeth,
for my
tongue to abrade.  "Come up here, Diane!  I want to see your beautiful face. I
want to
kiss you, as I make love to you." I said, pulling back on her hips to seat her
beside me. 
When she was seated by me, I gently raised her gown over her head, and up her
raised
arms, freeing her breasts to my gaze.  As I stared, a few goose bumps rose on
her belly
and arms, and a slight shiver coursed through her.  "I'm chilly, Arthur.  Let's
get
under the blanket.  It'll be cozy," she said.  
We pulled down the spread, together, and folded back the blankets and top
sheet.  Getting in, from opposite sides, we both shivered, as the clammy sheets
en-
folded our bodies, urging us toward each other.  As we went into each other's
arms,
our mutual body heat smoothed the goose bumps, and warmed the sheets, under and
over us.  "Relax, Diane!  Let's take a moment for each other," I said.
"Don't tell me you're in love with me.  We just met this afternoon, and I don't
want to get hurt again.  The last time a boy told me he loved me, it ended up
hurting
too much."
"No, Diane, I won't say that, now.  I will say, I like you more than anyone
I've
met in a long time.  I want to get to know you a lot better.  Will you write to
me, if I
write to you?  Now, kiss me a little, while we get warm."
"Oh, Arthur! Of course I'll answer your letters.  I like you a lot too. 
Please,
don't think I do this, with every boy I meet, please?", Diane said, just before
she
pressed her lips to mine.  Our tongues met in her mouth, and writhed their way
into
mine, as our bodies molded more closely together.  My prick pulsed against her
silk
covered mound, and smooth flat belly, while I enjoyed the press of her breasts,
on my
chest.  Our calm, and relaxation, soon surrendered to our passion as our hands
roved
over each other, tantalizing and exciting our senses, until Diane reached down
and
placed my prick along her pussy, pulsating between her lips, against her clit,
as had
my tongue.  She started a slow movement of her hips, that allowed me deeper
penetration, along her slit.  Soon, she drew back, until the head of my dick
was at the
mouth of her hole.  Then, with a sudden cry, she pressed the whole length of me
into
her.  She raised her right leg over my hip, pressed her mound harder against
me, and
froze, in that close embrace.  A rhythmic series of moans came from Diane's
lips,
pressed to mine, in time with a series of rippling tightening in her pussy,
milking my
prick, from base to head.  I rolled us from our sides to her back, and set
myself deeper
in her, with my full weight on my groin, as my balls started to clench, before
shooting
their load.  At the last moment, I withdrew, almost all the way, and plunged,
full
force, into her clasping wet pussy, jetting my cum deep in her belly.  Her
inner
muscles milked me dry, as I shrank, inside her.  We rolled to our sides, still
connected
at lips and groin, to catch our breath, and relax, in the aftermath of our
orgasms.  We
drifted to sleep that way, and sometime during the night, I woke to the feel of
Diane's
hand, slowly stroking the length of my prick, as it stiffened in her palm.  I
pretended
to be asleep, until she had me fully hardened, and rolled onto my back.  As she
squatted over me, lowering her pussy onto my rigid erection, I jammed up into
her,
and forced a loud scream, of surprise, and pleasure, out of her.  In her
surprise, she
lost her balance, and plopped down on me, fully embedding me into her pussy. 
She
leaned forward, to kiss me deeply, then sat up and laughed wildly, as she
regained her
knees, and began to raise and lower herself, on my upstanding rod.  As we
approached our climax,  I sat up, with Diane in my lap, my prick sunk deeply
into
her.  She wrapped her legs around me, and worked her hips around, driving me
more
and more deeply into her warm wetness, until, with an intake of breath, she
screamed,
and flooded my rod with her juices, as I drenched our joined crotches with my
cum. 
We collapsed on the sheets next to each other, our hands clasped, and her head
on
my shoulder, and slept the rest of the night, that way.
I woke alone in bed, Sunday morning, with the sound of classical music
coming from the living room, and the weight of a flannel robe across my feet. 
"Diane" I called, "Diane?"
She came into the room, in the blue lace negligee from the night before, with a
darker blue robe over it.  The robe flared open, with her every step, as she
brought
the tray, set it down on the bed, and seated herself across from me.  "It's
just toast
and tea, honey.  Is that enough?" she asked.
"It's fine, baby.  Later, we'll go out and get something for lunch.  After last
night I owe you a couple nice meals, at least."
"You don't owe me anything, Arthur.  I think we came out even on fun, don't
you?"
"How long have you been up?" I asked, when I noticed my clothing, hung and
folded neatly.  I was starved and dug into the food with enthusiasm.  "This is
great,
Diane.  Did I tell you, I love your name?  I love saying it!"  I leaned across
the tray and
kissed her softly.  Her return kiss was sweet and gentle.
"We seem to have moved onto a new plane, during the night, Arthur, and it's
scaring me."
"Me too, but I like it.  How much time do we have, before your parents get
home?  It wouldn't do for them to find us dressed this way."  I said, fingering
the lace
of her gown, and glancing down at my lap, where my flaccid dick lay across my
thigh.
"They won't be home until half-six this evening.  We've got all day to our-
selves, and the whole building, if we want it." she said, as we continued
demolishing
the breakfast.  It was a slow meal, with many pauses for caresses, and kisses,
and when
we were done eating the toast, we continued on, to eat each other.  Her gown
and
robe ended on the floor again, and we finished, head to groin, each with a
thigh for a
pillow, dozing, to the sound of Sibelius, from the BBC.
We awoke around Noon, and shared a bath, before dressing, and spending an
hour or so, exploring the ten stories of office building above her flat.  After
exploring
the building, we returned to Diane's flat, gathered our coats, and went out to
spend
the rest of the afternoon together, wandering around the quiet streets of her
neighborhood, and finally finding a taxi, to take us downtown; where we watched
the
"Buskers" on Oxford Street, strolled through a part of Hyde Park, and listened
to the
orators on "Speaker's Corner".  When the sun set, we went to a Pub, and Diane
introduced me to warm British Ale.  I sampled a couple other brews, before
finding
another taxi, back to her flat.  She told me to expect her parents to be home,
when
we arrived, as she came into my arms, for the first of a series of passionate
kisses, on
the way to her flat.  When we arrived at Lincoln's Inn Fields again, her
parents were,
indeed, at home, and Diane introduced me to Harold and Gladys.  "Call me
'Glad',
Arthur," her mother said, "and he's 'Hal'.  What have you two been doing, this
afternoon?"  After recounting our afternoon, with no reference to the previous
day
and night, I made my excuses to leave, without much enthusiasm.  'Glad'
insisted I
stay for Tea and Biscuits, at least, and before she had it served, 'Hal' had
talked me
into staying for dinner, with them.  
I liked both her parents, and the conversation was spirited.  'Hal' reminisced
about his travels during WW II and 'Glad's' stories of the blitz in London had
me
concentrating on their every word.  My peace-time adventures in the service
were pale
by comparison.  Diane had been one of the children sent out of London to avoid
the
bombs, so her memories were completely different, than those of her parents. 
We ate
around the small table, in the kitchen, 'Hal' opposite me, and Diane, and
'Glad'
across from each other.  It would have been smarter, if her parents had seated
us
across from each other.  As it was, our feet and legs were in almost constant
contact,
and every time it was reasonably possible, our hands explored under the table.
After dinner, we all went into the "parlor", to continue our talk.  About
11:00,
'Hal' and 'Glad' said good-night, and went to their room, leaving Diane and me
on
the sofa, for more passionate kisses, and exploring of each other's bodies.  By
Midnight, we had gotten to the stage of go/no go, and knew we had to quit for
the
night.  We arranged to meet the next day, and Diane walked me through the
basement, to the door, for a final kiss, and embrace, before I went out into
the night,
for a taxi, and to sleep alone, in my hotel room.
We met the next day at Noon, at Marble Arch, and wandered again into Hyde
Park, visiting some of the attractions we hadn't had time for, the day before. 
At the
Lewis Carroll statue,, we found a secluded glade, under the bushes, and went
into
each others arms, for a long, passionate kiss.  Our wandering took us along a
path
parallel to Queensway, and I pointed out my hotel, across the street.  "Why
don't we
go over, and you can show me your room?  After all, You've seen mine.", Diane
asked, with a smile on her lips.  I grinned down at her and said "What about
your
reputation?  Should you be seen going into a hotel with a man?"
"Who cares?  There's no one here that knows me, and I've never been in a
hotel that cared, anyway." she said, turning toward the "kerb".  Arm in arm, we
crossed the street, at almost the same place Yasmine and I had  on my last
trip, to
London.  "How many hotels have you been in, with a man, honey?"  I asked,
lightly.
"Only a couple, Arthur!  The boy I told you about, lived with his parents, too,
and we had to go to hotels, to get some privacy." she answered.  "You know I
wasn't
a virgin, and that is all over now, and has been for almost a year.  You don't
need to
be jealous.  I'm not a whore!  The only reason I went to bed with you, is
because I
liked you, and wanted you.  You're the first boy I've slept with, since him."  
As we passed through the lobby of the hotel, the desk clerk glanced at us with
dis-interest, and went back to his ledger.  We walked up the stairs, and along
the hall
to my room, anticipating the hours ahead.  In my room, Diane wandered around,
looking at the furnishings, and opening the armoire, to inspect my clothes.  I
took her
coat, and hung it, and mine, on the hook over the sink, before settling in the
easy
chair, in front of the window.  When she had finished her inspection, Diane
came
over and sat in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, and kissing me
deeply. 
We stayed in that position for a long time.  Our lips glued together,  Her arms
around
my neck and my hands caressing her thighs, along the outsides and then between
them, under her skirt.  My movements gradually shifted her skirt higher on her
legs,
until it was bunched around her waist, uncovering her lace panties.  They were
a pale
lavender, and so delicate that her silky pubic hair had found it's way through
the
mesh in a little forest on the front of her mound.  Soon we lay back, in the
embrace of
the chair, staring at the fading light and increasing traffic, as the business
day wound
down, and others headed to the comfort, and warmth, we were already enjoying in
each others arms.  I reveled in the feeling of relaxation, and ease, I felt in
that room,
and that chair, with Diane.  The sexual tension, which was strong, didn't seem
to
leach over into other areas.  It had been many years since I had been so
relaxed. 
Although we had not had sex that afternoon, the feeling was of having just
finished, a
long satisfying fuck.  My hand rested against Diane's mound, idly toying with
her soft
fur.  She had one hand inside my un-done trousers and shorts, holding my
semi-hard
prick in a feathery grip  We knew that, later, we would be savaging each other,
in the
bed, we had constantly in the corners of our eyes.  This knowledge took the
pressure
to hurry out of the picture, and allowed us to simply enjoy, and commune with,
each
other, without words.  As the light faded, and the streetlights began to
appear, halos
formed around them, heralding the forming of the evening fog.  The falling
evening
temperature caused ice crystals to form, in the rings, coruscating rainbows,
that
transformed the view into an, almost, magical scene.  There were no lights on
in the
room, and the opposite wall had taken on a warm amber glow, from the lights
out-
side.  
When the night had fully fallen, I rose, with Diane in my arms, and went to
the bed.  I  laid her down and went to the sink, turned on the light and drew
the
curtain around the alcove.  The light, shining through the fabric, added a
pinkish
tinge to the amber glow.  I went to the bed, and knelt next to Diane, reaching
out to
slowly remove her clothes, one piece at a time, until she was wearing only her
panties,
and a small smile.  She watched me closely, as I un-dressed, to my shorts, lay
down
next to her, and, took her in my arms.  The soft light brought a glow to her
skin, that
reminded me of pink marble, and her warmth was as comforting, as a cup of
cocoa, on
a cold night.  Her lashes fluttered against my cheek, as prelude, to her
raising her
mouth to mine, and opening her lips, to my searching tongue.  The impression of
marble was overpowered, by the soft firmness of her breasts, pressed to my
chest, and
the strength of her thigh, over mine, pulling our centers together.  We rolled
onto my
back, and her legs straddled my middle, as she pressed her lace covered slit
down,
onto my hard-on.  She reached down between us, and freed my prick, through the
opening in my shorts, pulled her panties to one side, placed the head on her
hole and
dropped onto me, with a grunt.  As she rose and fell, on my rod, the edge of
her
panties dragged up and down, with her, absorbing our juices and odor.  Soon she
rose
to her knees, next to me, and stripped off my shorts, and her panties,
re-impaled
herself, on my rod, and leaned forward, to whisper in my ear, "Fuck me, Arthur.

Fuck me hard!  As hard as you can!  I want to feel you, filling me up!"  I
rolled us
over, and pushed her knees up, to her shoulders.  She took hold of them, and
opened
her mouth, to pant, as I pumped in and out of her pussy, as hard as I could,
squeezing
her ass, in my hands.  When I felt my cum, gathering in my balls, I stopped,
and lay
forward, on her breasts, waiting, until my orgasm receded.  I pulled out of
her, and
rolled her over, onto her stomach, reached around, under her belly, and raised
her
ass, up in the air.  When her knees were under her, supporting her in position,
I took
hold of my prick, lining it up with her cunt, and jammed it, full force, into
her,
driving her face into the pillow.  She turned her head, to free her nose, and
mouth,
and screamed my name.  She grabbed the rungs, of the headboard, and pushed
herself
back, harder, onto my prick.  "Deeper Arthur, deeper!  Make me cum!" she
begged.  I
grabbed her hips, and pulled her back, harder, onto me, with her cooperation. 
She
reached down to her pussy, and played with her clit, while I pumped into her,
finally
shooting my cum, deep into her belly.  I withdrew, and rolled her onto her
back,
sinking my face in her sopping cunt, licking, and sucking her clit, and hole,
until she
stiffened, in her spasm, after which, she collapsed onto the bed.  I lay there,
with my
mouth and nose buried in her center, absorbing her aroma, licking occasionally,
as
our juices drooled out of her.  Soon, she drew me up, and nestled her head in
my
neck, and shoulder, whispering in my ear,  "I love you Arthur, I love you!  I
can say
it, but I don't want you to.  It's too soon, for me."
"Too soon for us, or too soon after him?"
"Some of each, I guess.  It still hurts, that he didn't want me anymore.  He
just
walked out one night and never called or came back.  I finally had to call him,
and he
said, 'I don't want you see anymore.', and hung up on me.  I cried for three
days.  I'm
not ready, to take that chance again.  Right now, just think of me as someone
you
picked up, on leave."
"It'll be hard, but I'll try.  What time do you have to be home, Diane?"
She looked at her watch and said, "An hour ago. We'd better hurry. But I
don't want to go.  I want to stay with you, but I can't.", kissed me, rose from
the bed
and started collecting her clothes.  As she picked up her panties I took them
from her
hand and held them to my nose.  "I want to keep these. O.K.?"
"Sure, just give them to me a moment."  She took them from my hand and
used them to wipe her thighs and the mouth of her pussy, where our juices were
still
smeared.  "Now they'll smell like us, to remind you, when we're apart."  Then
she
turned, to dress, as I found my things, and threw them on.  We went down to the
street and found a taxi, got in, and gave the driver her address.  I cranked up
the
window, dividing us from the driver, lay down with my head in her lap, inhaling
her
odor, like the finest perfume, turning up to kiss her occasionally.  I told the
taxi to
wait and walked her in to the door of her apartment, for a goodnight kiss.  As
we
stood there embracing tightly, the door opened and her father stood there
watching
us disentangle ourselves.  He smiled a little and then looked grim.  "Where
have you
been, young woman?  Do you know what time it is?  Get in here immediately.  You
wait, Arthur.!" he shouted.  I stood there, foolishly, wondering if he would
come back
out with a gun in his hand.  The door opened and Hal came out.  "I've got a
taxi
waiting, Hal."  
"I'll just be a minute.  I don't really care where you, and Diane, have been. 
It's
the first time I've seen her happy in months.  Just be careful with her.  She's
very
vulnerable.  Good-night, and thank you, lad.  Call her tomorrow.  I won't be
too
hard on her tonight.  Just enough to let her think I don't know what's going
on."
I shook his hand, promising to be good, to Diane, went out to my waiting taxi,
and to the hotel; to sleep the night away, with Diane's panties over my face,
breathing
in the aroma of our sex.
The rest of my leave proceeded in much the same way. Sightseeing by day and
lovemaking at night.  Diane and I spent all our waking hours together, and on
my last
night she stayed with me.  Her parents were aware, by then, of course, that we
were
"having it off", while we were together.  Diane said, "I don't care what they
do, after
your gone.  I'm staying here, with you, tonight.  I want to sleep, all night,
in your
arms, after we make love."  We had just gotten to my hotel, from a trip to the
Naval
Observatory, to see the "Prime Meridian", and I had asked her how long she
could
stay, as we lay on the bed, in each others arms.  Her Father had given her a
pretty
hard time, that first night, but had followed that, by a very lenient attitude,
toward
her seeing me.  The second day, afterwards, I had told her what Hal had said to
me,
after she went into the flat. 
After a few minutes of cuddling, Diane got up from the bed and stood by the
armoire, took her purse from the dresses top and pulled out the same blue lace
gown
she had worn our first night in her flat.  With me watching, she slowly
un-dressed,
and put on the gown, crossed to the bed and pulled me to my feet.  "Your turn,
now
Arthur.  I want to watch you."  I went to the armoire and hung my things next
to
hers. saying,  "I don't have any pajamas honey."
"That's all right, Arthur.  I want to see all of you.  Take off your shorts,
and
come over here, to me."
I walked over, and stood beside the bed, waiting, for whatever Diane had in
mind.  I had decided that this night would be for her, to remember, and savor,
after I
had returned to my post, in France, the next day.  My plane left the next
morning,
and I wanted to repay Diane, for the wonderful leave, she had provided me. 
"Kiss me,
Arthur, all over.  We've got all night, tonight." 

End Pt. 1
Sailor@ocean.bottom

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