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neversremedy8Velvet bag in hand, Elsbet mounted the charabanc, ignoring the frigorific wind that cut through her woolen cloak and raised gooseflesh from her knees to her nipples. Inclement weather would not dissuade her – today she planned to deliciate all her senses as it was her birthday and she deserved nothing less than the best.
“Windsor Aerodrome, next stop!” shouted the conductor to be heard above the noise of the traffic.
Disembarking, Elsbet saw the object of her desire, a dirigible in the Windsor Fleet. With one hand carrying her parcel and the other lifting her skirts to daringly bare her ankles almost to the knee, she ran to the steps that lead to the boarding platform.
“Miss! Please stop, you must show your ticket,” a uniformed man called to her as she mounted the bottom steps.
“Pardon me, you must think me a flibbertigibbet! I am just so excited, I cannot believe I am going to celebrate the anniversary of my birth upon you most excellent vessel,” she sputtered as she withdrew her ticket and showed it to the gate agent.
“Well, Miss Hawthorne, all seems to be in order. Please, enjoy your excursion with us today. The Lady Chatterley won’t be lifting off for another hour, but feel free to find a seat and enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you,” she replied, her mind thinking she planned to do just that.
The cabin for the Lady Chatterley was large and delightfully appointed. Windows surrounded the room, each window graced with either booths or large chairs so that the guests could watch the countryside as the journey progressed. In addition to the ample public seating areas were a few small cabins for guests requiring more privacy during their adventures, and two necessary rooms as well. Elsbet chose a booth near one of the necessary rooms, hung her cloak from the hook, sat, and took some knitting from her bag to await sailing time.
The sensation of the ship lifting into the sky had Elsbet’s stomach flying, but that wasn’t the only reason she excused herself from the nearby passengers with whom she had been passing time in idle conversation. Stepping lightly, bag in hand, Elsbet entered the necessary room and latched the door.
Even the necessary room on the Lady Chatterley had a window. The room contained the expected amenities and a small but sturdy settee. It was the latter that Elsbet actually desired. As the ship rose into the sky, so did Elsbet’s skirts.
She had dressed carefully for her birthday celebration; thin shift under a waist cincher instead of a full corset, no drawers, just garters and her best woolen stockings. Her bodice was cut such that the lace which protected her modesty was easily removed as she set her full breasts free of constraint. The sensation caught her breath and the feeling of being exposed in front of the open window as it lifted into the air brought more honey to her already damp sex. Looking out she saw, for a brief moment, the face of one of the tower workers - their eyes locked as she spread her sex with trembling fingers and caressed the tender skin – and then he was gone. From the depths of the velvet bag Elsbet withdrew a wooden cock made smooth by craftsman’s hands and glossy from her own frequent use. Dampening it briefly in her mouth, she slowly slipped the thick shaft between her rigid nether lips and into her honeyed sex.
Up into the sky did the dirigible rise, and as it did so did Elsbet’s pleasure. Sweet strokes in rhythm to the rocking of the cabin beneath the helium filled balloon; soon she couldn’t contain her sounds of pleasure.
A gentle tapping at the door, “Miss, are you all right in there?”
“Yes!” she cried out, the first orgasm wracking her body. “Yes, I am fine,” she managed to stammer out as her fingers worked her breasts with firm grasp and her hand moved the wooden cock harder and faster into her dripping fanny.
“If you are sure . . .” the hesitant voice replied.
“Oh God, yes, I am sure!” Elsbet cried out, not replying to the voice outside but to the final pleasure spasms that took her over the edge.
Gasping, face flushed, Elsbet struggled to arrange her skirts and lace back to a decorous state. Licking her honey from her fingers and cock, she slipped her belongings back into the bag, smoothed her hair, and opened the door.
The attendant took one look at her, sniffed deeply, smiled, and took her elbow to escort her back to her seat. As he departed he bent and whispered, “Happy Birthday, Miss Hawthorne. I hope the rest of your day is as exquisite as the take-off. If you feel the need, I will support you during landing, as I know it can be as moving an experience as you had already.”
“Windsor Aerodrome, next stop!” shouted the conductor to be heard above the noise of the traffic.
Disembarking, Elsbet saw the object of her desire, a dirigible in the Windsor Fleet. With one hand carrying her parcel and the other lifting her skirts to daringly bare her ankles almost to the knee, she ran to the steps that lead to the boarding platform.
“Miss! Please stop, you must show your ticket,” a uniformed man called to her as she mounted the bottom steps.
“Pardon me, you must think me a flibbertigibbet! I am just so excited, I cannot believe I am going to celebrate the anniversary of my birth upon you most excellent vessel,” she sputtered as she withdrew her ticket and showed it to the gate agent.
“Well, Miss Hawthorne, all seems to be in order. Please, enjoy your excursion with us today. The Lady Chatterley won’t be lifting off for another hour, but feel free to find a seat and enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you,” she replied, her mind thinking she planned to do just that.
The cabin for the Lady Chatterley was large and delightfully appointed. Windows surrounded the room, each window graced with either booths or large chairs so that the guests could watch the countryside as the journey progressed. In addition to the ample public seating areas were a few small cabins for guests requiring more privacy during their adventures, and two necessary rooms as well. Elsbet chose a booth near one of the necessary rooms, hung her cloak from the hook, sat, and took some knitting from her bag to await sailing time.
The sensation of the ship lifting into the sky had Elsbet’s stomach flying, but that wasn’t the only reason she excused herself from the nearby passengers with whom she had been passing time in idle conversation. Stepping lightly, bag in hand, Elsbet entered the necessary room and latched the door.
Even the necessary room on the Lady Chatterley had a window. The room contained the expected amenities and a small but sturdy settee. It was the latter that Elsbet actually desired. As the ship rose into the sky, so did Elsbet’s skirts.
She had dressed carefully for her birthday celebration; thin shift under a waist cincher instead of a full corset, no drawers, just garters and her best woolen stockings. Her bodice was cut such that the lace which protected her modesty was easily removed as she set her full breasts free of constraint. The sensation caught her breath and the feeling of being exposed in front of the open window as it lifted into the air brought more honey to her already damp sex. Looking out she saw, for a brief moment, the face of one of the tower workers - their eyes locked as she spread her sex with trembling fingers and caressed the tender skin – and then he was gone. From the depths of the velvet bag Elsbet withdrew a wooden cock made smooth by craftsman’s hands and glossy from her own frequent use. Dampening it briefly in her mouth, she slowly slipped the thick shaft between her rigid nether lips and into her honeyed sex.
Up into the sky did the dirigible rise, and as it did so did Elsbet’s pleasure. Sweet strokes in rhythm to the rocking of the cabin beneath the helium filled balloon; soon she couldn’t contain her sounds of pleasure.
A gentle tapping at the door, “Miss, are you all right in there?”
“Yes!” she cried out, the first orgasm wracking her body. “Yes, I am fine,” she managed to stammer out as her fingers worked her breasts with firm grasp and her hand moved the wooden cock harder and faster into her dripping fanny.
“If you are sure . . .” the hesitant voice replied.
“Oh God, yes, I am sure!” Elsbet cried out, not replying to the voice outside but to the final pleasure spasms that took her over the edge.
Gasping, face flushed, Elsbet struggled to arrange her skirts and lace back to a decorous state. Licking her honey from her fingers and cock, she slipped her belongings back into the bag, smoothed her hair, and opened the door.
The attendant took one look at her, sniffed deeply, smiled, and took her elbow to escort her back to her seat. As he departed he bent and whispered, “Happy Birthday, Miss Hawthorne. I hope the rest of your day is as exquisite as the take-off. If you feel the need, I will support you during landing, as I know it can be as moving an experience as you had already.”
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