Chapter 5
George, Monk asked me a few days later if I would like to accompany him to a presentation of womens' lingerie which was to take place in the home of one of his friends, Madame Bayer, a rich owner of a lingerie factory.
This reunion was to have something particularly London about it. I accepted the invitation since I did not have anything special to do that Saturday evening.
In a great salon where the spectacle was taking place, Mrs. Bayer -a beautiful woman in her forties, welcomed us to the reception.
She was big and blond with brown eyes and heavy gourmand lips. Her hips were placed high on her long legs, which showed their muscularity and nervousness even under the long robe she was wearing.
A decollete revealed a wonderful pair of breasts she possessed. Certainly many men must have dreamed of such breasts to suck upon at one time or another.
She received her guests at the door of the salon with great dignity and accompanied them to their chosen places.
When I was presented to her, she looked me up and down with her penetrating eyes as though she wanted to read my innermost thoughts. I trembled under her scrutinization as though I were being caressed, and as though she was discovering thoughts I had not been aware of myself. A bit troubled I sat down next to George who could easily see that my behavior vas somewhat strange. As for myself I did not dare analyse my sentiments for fear of having a revelation that could carry me away.
"I think Mrs. Bayer approved of you," George whispered with his ironic smile.
"That's alright with me. At any rate I don't count on becoming a model or lingerie sales-woman. What else could she possibly do for me?" I retorted with the same ironic nuance.
"You know she is a member of the high society set and even knows Royalty, her acquaintance could be very useful," George hinted.
I really did want to make friends with this fine woman but I did not know exactly why
"You know after the presentation of the models and all the rest, Mrs. Bayer is giving a ball at her villa. Would you like to come?"
"Why not? You know your wish is my very own," I replied charmingly.
A half hour after our arrival, the room was filled with women of different ages, models and fat men who were either bald or red faced and who must have been important clients for the Bayers. Mrs. Bayer walked up on the stage to say something about the art of lingerie and as she talked she demonstrated what she had to say by giving examples. She would ask a model to step forward and would show just where the new creation had gained prominence.
She thanked everyone for coming to this important evening of display and uttered her opinion that the lingerie makers of the world were not only great technicians but magicians as well.
Among some of the models there were girls who displayed international charm. There were young lovelies from Rio, Paris. Rome and even Tokyo. Mrs. Bayer would finger the material and inform her guests that a certain material was created in Italy or France or where it came from and where it was destined to go.
She spoke admirably and well. She was intelligent, there was no doubt about it. This sophisticated lady was gifted with sharp wit and marvelous reflexes and I adored people of this type. They seemed to be blessed with a supersensuality which they are capable of showing every minute of the day.
This woman aroused my physical desires. With her for the first time in my life I had an ardent desire for a woman. Until then males were my only concern.
I was ashamed of my thoughts but they pervaded me just the same. But I didn't have time to continue with such wild and vague thoughts and I focused my attention on the spectacle.
A very pretty model with white creamy skin and a perfect sculptured body came out on the stage and she was wearing the usual light bra and short panties. She strided along the stage as though she were oblivious of the sensation she was creating in all the males present. Ah, the little tricks of females. A few turns to demonstrate the material, as well as herself, and she walked off from where she entered.
After the blond, a brunette with long hair appeared and she was wearing some Parisian creations. She was wearing a tiny corset which was hiding her delicious breasts and the nonchalance she demonstrated made one think of a nymph.
Then a third girl came on to the platform and she was honey-haired. Her entire body was interlaced with a modern radical design -she seemed to be suffused with fireworks for her whole attire was brilliant and blazing. All the colors screamed with joy and the pleasures of life not to mention the liberation of the physical body.
A redhead came on after and she held as her main charm superb rolling hips. Her breasts were practically nude and her frock was so light that one could make out the fine lines of her body. She was decorated in nylon of the finest quality.
The presentation lasted about an hour. Mrs. Bayer had a trained sense when it came to variety and value.
She gave the show glamour and kept it from becoming monotonous. Every creation had its merits and all the spectators were glued to the very spot in which the mannequin displayed her charms.
I received a new thrill from this show. Something I had never before realized. Was it possible that a member of the same sex as myself could delight me and even excite me? Perhaps the very fact that I lived with nurses constantly had never led me to believe that these dull creatures could spread their wings and one day fascinate me.
In vain I tried to explain to myself the reasons for this new passion which was possessing me. It was that night that for the first time I understood that a woman could kindle a passionate flame and introduce me to many voluptuous thrills. I had heard so many things about "fairies" and "lesbians" that I was rather ashamed of my abnormal behavior. I held back and refused to be a victim of my absurd thoughts.
The last of the models left the stage and they were applauded vigorously.
Then George, who seemed to ignore my usual excitation arising from the show, got up and went chasing after Madame Bayer in order to congratulate her on her many fine discoveries.
"I hope you will be with us a little later on."
Our hostess invited us charmingly.
"Certainly, but I'm afraid I'm without transportation. My automobile is in the garage at present," George excused himself.
" That doesn't matter you will be able to come along in my car," she said this and smiled at several passers by.