Chapter 3
THE ORGY PARTY AT WOODLANDS
Sir Peters was snoring gently. I felt I was all wet, all down between my thighs. It had been a slow, but passionate loving. In his gentle way, Peters was very good for me. I preferred an older man, like him, who was gentle, and considered the girl in each and every move he made. The lusty virility of younger men is not every girl's desire. I slipped carefully from Peters, making sure I did not disturb his sleep.
I took another glass of champagne with me as I headed for the palatial bathroom. The sounds of the orgy were still clearly coming from the other room. I could hear some girl, perhaps it was Yolanda I thought, gasping out in her passionate moment-"Oh yes! Ah, oh yes!" Yolanda always went off into her many orgasms that way. I smiled to myself and took the refilled glass of champagne into the bathroom. A shower, and a clean towel about me, and I would be ready for a short rest before the next session. Life is very interesting, at times.
As I showered, I tried to remember how I came to be an orgy girl. It seemed ages and ages ago, yet it was, yes-four and a half years since that party at Woodlands Hall. That was my first encounter with Sir Peters and this Knightsbridge set of orgy lovers and orgy seekers and orgy makers. The Knightsbridge Hounds as they loved to call themselves! I laughed and rested my head back so the hot shower came cascading down the front of my throat, over my shoulders, onto my glistening tight breasts. I had a sexy body. I was all for sex. Well broken in, as they say. A true orgy girl.
"Hey there-Orgy Girl!" I sang to myself. "No cock too big and no cock too small. Have them once, and you have them all the time you naughty orgy girl!" It was indeed a long time ago, that orgy party at Woodlands Hall. We had come a long way since then, dear!
One Friday afternoon Desmond had rung me up. Desmond was a bore. He was tall, stiff, and rather brutal in his love demands. About the only thing original concerning Desmond was his habit of wearing spurs in his bedroom. They tore the sheets up terribly, but made a nice jingling sound when he was on his full, fast, loving strokes. It was an odd fetish. I had heard about it from his previous girl-friend, Barbara. Bar bara had passed Desmond on to me when she made a mad decision and went off and married a fat rich stock broker. I went with Desmond mainly to find out if it was true about the spurs in bed. It was, much to my amusement. But Desmond was inclined to thrust home, grunt a few times, even slap out his hands if he was too excited, and then come and the session would be over. I never heard his passionate spurs give more than a few jingle jangles before his cock let them down to rest.
"I say, old girl," Desmond began. Everything between fifteen and fifty was 'old girl' to Desmond. "I say, actually I am going for a jaunt out in the greenery, a spot called Woodlands Hall, this evening. Be a bit of a jolly party, what. Care to come along?"
I listened to his fruity Oxford accent and wondered what he meant by a jolly party. Desmond either got rough, or else drank himself into oblivion and snored all night. The spurs were a passing item. They had made Desmond sound much more interesting than he really was. I was not terribly interested in going to the party. "I think I have a headache coming on, Desmond." I explained.
"Dash it all, old girl, be a jolly good orgy. Lots of the kooks coming--good bid Knightsbridge Hounds and Harriers, and all that rot. Be a spiffing good time, eh, what! You really ought to, you know, just to beer-well, kind of sporty, what?"
"An orgy?" I laughed. "You mean, a real orgy, Desmond?"
"Yes, rather. Girls in the dark, hunt the fanny, Yanks call it Hunt the Pussy-thimble stuck up the old what-is-it, eh, ahahaha. Jolly good dirty jumping fun, I should say so!"
"Hunt the Pussy? What kind of a game is that?" I smothered my laughter.
"Actually it's a really dashed good show. Lots of gals, and lots of fellers, and no inhibits nothing allowed in the way of hang ups. Have who you like-when you like. Must conform to orgy rules, but dashed good show, Diana. Our kind of people and all that tommy-rot! How about journeying with me, old girl-starts at noon on Saturday. Be dashed good-and you might win a silver thimble or two, if some feller's what's-it doesn't shove it out the way. Haw-hawhaw."
"Desmond, you're being obscene." I told him sharply. I was eighteen and a half, and still slightly a prude. For all that the brute in the stables had changed me, I still had certain decorums I insisted upon. But, the orgy was something new. It did sound much more in my line. I had heard of these occasional country seat parties,' and the way they at times deteriorated, or developed-depending upon ones point of view. "Where is Woodlands Hall?" I asked softly.
"Ahah! Good gal! We shall leave at five and be there about ten tonight. It's a dashed long way, right the wild side of Wiltshire, way past Old Sarum and Stone Henge. Jolly spooky country, old girl, and ideal for good orgies. Haw-hawhaw! I shall collect you at five thirty, and, old girl, please don't be late, as we have a hell of a long drive."
"I shall be ready, Desmond."
That was how I came to be at the great orgy held at Woodlands Hall one late September weekend. The first evening, I thought the whole story about there being an orgy here at Woodlands Hall was some kind of a joke. Certainly, that Friday night and Saturday morning there was not the slightest sign that anything untoward was going to happen. It was just a large house party, with warm and friendly guests. But, come to think of it there did seem to be rather a gathering of the wilder Mayfair girls there. And many of the young men were from the Guards, or else Whites Club, places where young rogues notoriously hang out.
We arrived about eleven at night. The house was a large Edwardian-style building, a rich home built by a wealthy company director in the days of plenty of servants and plenty of space for the rich. I was shown to a nice small bedroom which I was to share with another girl. There was a hot buffet running for the late arrivals. People seemed to be coming from all parts of England. The party was to officially commence at mid-day on Saturday, and this, evening apparently was a subdued meeting and acknowledging of people, so that by the time the party did start we would know each other very well.
Desmond was engaged in a great series of trout fly-fishing arguments and in the middle of the night he went with a couple of other young enthusiasts to test out theories on the river that ran through part of the spacious grounds. I was pleased to see him go. It gave me a chance to circulate, and I soon had a small retinue of eager admirers. All of them wistfully asked if I was staying after Saturday mid-day, which I quickly gathered was the deadline for the innocent to escape. I replied that I was staying as long as possible and hoped to make their warm acquaintanceship later over the course of this hot weekend. They gladly responded and I soon began to feel that if all of the young men I had encountered here at Woodlands Hall came to make a claim on me, I was in for a very, very exhausting time. But I still did not think the orgy would really ever materialize. It was some kind of a coarse joke that Desmond had invented in order to get me to come down here with him. Anyway, there were about thirty other very pretty, keen young girls. I did notice that nearly all of them seemed to have plenty of spirit, one might call it the glint of a demon in their eye. I was surprised when one girl told me I had it too. In general there did seem to be a gradually rising fever of anticipation in the Hall as the hours ticked away. I was pleased to leave a note for my Desmond, then escape to bed, where I slept until nine the next morning.
Woodlands Hall was in a breath-takinglybeautiful part of the county. It was with a great sweep of land that went to a broad free river. The house itself seemed vast in the September sunlight, and now it seemed to be really packed with people. More and more were arriving and I was not surprised to hear the figure of some three hundred guests mentioned by one of the retinue of servants that seemed to be everywhere waiting on us.
Desmond had gone out early on more trout fishing. It was the sort of thing he would do. I wandered about and met several other girls, who seemed to have arrived without an escort. There was a lot of fluttery laughter and chatter going on. The glorious September weather meant that people were strolling down through the terraces to the park and the woods beyond. I put on a summer hat and went down towards the river. I had a stray hope I might not find Desmond. Breakfast was being served on the terrace and knots of people were everywhere. Piped music was playing and the whole thing did seem as sedate and proper as a vicar's tea-party. I was walking along the river bank when a small boat came sculling along and in it, with two young men, was Desmond.
"I say old gal, fun doesn't begin until twelve. Have a good night?" He called to me. "This is Archie, and this is Henry. They've both admired you from a distance. See you later-watch out for the mid-day gun, old girl. Haw-haw-haw."
The small boat pulled on along the river in search of the elusive trout.
Holding my large hat I sat down beneath a tree. A cool breeze played and there was the sound of subdued laughter coming from the terrace. A trickle of people were leaving, I noticed. Mainly elderly people, old ladies being helped to their limousines. The trickle faded away, and a waiting air slowly came, bringing with it a quiet expectancy. As I sat there, several deer wandered out of a wood, stopped and looked towards the house. They were almost tame. There was a loud boom. It must be he mid-day gun Desmond had mentioned. The deer shot back into the woods, frightened by the noise. From the terrace came a scream, then a lot of light laughter, a distant cheering seemed to echo in the air. Certainly the atmosphere changed very quickly from then on.
"I say, Dora! Dora, don't run like that." A young man came out of the sunlight and called to a girl. She was standing closer to the woods. Ignoring me, the young man hurried over to her. The girl stood there in an odd, resigned way. The young man held Dora, and his hands seemed to vanish up beneath her miniskirt. As she sank down in the shade of the trees, I could see with a shock that she wore nothing beneath her miniskirt. The young man was already opening his trousers as her legs lifted about his waist. My mouth was open with astonishment. Loving like that! In the full sight of everyone. I was com pletely baffled. I could see the young man hastily moving over the girl, and her voice came in a sighing laugh that ended in a catch of breath as they really went together faster and faster.
I rose to my feet and felt breathless myself. It was a sight I had not been expecting. I was excited and knew I was blushing furiously. I walked across and came to the rose-garden terrace. There was a couple sitting awkwardly on the green wooden bench. Both glanced at me as I came along. The young man I thought I knew. But it was the way they were sitting which bemused me. The girl seemed to be facing the man, astride him somehow, with her legs on either side of him, and her hands about his waist.
"I say-Diana! Desmond was looking for you. I'm sorry, I still have my hat on, excuse me. I am Henry, the chappie in the boat with Desmond, this morning, after the dashed trout, you know." Henry half lifted the girl from him as he spoke to me. He was trying to remove his hat as he introduced himself. There was a wet slurping noise as the girl came off his lap. Henry had his cock stuck straight out, moist and gleaming "Here, Jill, you better get back on this. Excuse us, Diana, see you later." Henry flushed and grabbed at his Jill.
He pulled the girl back into her previous position and his hands fiddled beneath her dress until both were rocking together again. Henry obviously had his cock back in the girl's cunt again, and they both became oblivious of me as I stared at them. The girl was dropping her head lower and lower, panting as Henry began to move her closer to him. Henry was very busy, so I went on, up the steps to the terrace. Here, I was in for another shock!
The terrace was completely deserted. The row of tables with all the food was still there. I took a plate and helped myself to bacon, and some broiled salmon. I also had a small cup of coffee. I sat down on a stone bench seat. As I slowly nibbled at different bits and pieces, I wondered where the three hundred guests had so suddenly disappeared to. Perhaps they were like that young couple-had dashed for the woods and a first orgiastic burst of sexual release. Or else they were more like the sedate and polite Henry, sitting around with their Jills well embedded on their cocks! Certainly, nothing more would surprise me, that I vowed to myself.
Then I heard the tingling-jingling of spurs going faster and faster. There was only one person who performed that way. Close to me, Desmond must be on his orgasm, and I wondered what kind of a girl he was riding to victory with this time. Peeping over the terrace, I could see Desmond's legs protruding from a couple of shaped yews. The yews were trimmed into green birds, which were quivering from the vibrations of the lovers beneath them. Come to that, the whole place seemed to be humming with fornicatory activity.
I sat and ate my lunch quietly. In a way, I was lucky to have avoided the first onslaught of pent-up lusts. I felt that I would have to be careful. One thing I was most certain of, that my moment would come. I smiled and went to get myself a second cup of coffee. From the green yews, the spurs were jingling again. Desmond seemed to have found an exciting and virile partner down there!
"Hello, beautiful," he said as I was pouring myself a second cup of coffee. "I am Samuel. Care for cream and sugar?"
"Thank you." I looked up at him. Sam was nice. He was tall, and bright. His face was bronzed as if he had been to the Caribbean only recently. "One spoon of sugar, please," I told him quietly. For I was feeling very timid and aware at this wild moment.
"One spoon of sugar it is!" Sam smiled.
"I am Diana," I told him as he helped himself to a cup of coffee.
"Diana and Sam-good! We make a couple. It seems to be a very deserted place, today." He glanced at me with a great smile. I loved him for the smile. "If one doesn't look too closely into things, eh. Shall we sit down here, or would you like to go for a walk along the rose terrace with me?"
"The rose terrace?" I suddenly thought of Henry. "No, Sam, we can sit here. Someone else will appear soon."
"Very good. Bit of a wild time, I gather. I'm not used to it. I suppose you've been to lots and lots of these-this kind of thing?"
"It's my first time," I told him truthfully.
"Oh, I understand. Both of us innocents." Sam sipped his coffee. "Well, allow me to look after you. I shall be yourmentor and your guardian against all of them. If it is alright with you?"
"Yes, yes, I would be very pleased if you could." I blushed and looked away. It seemed rather stupid for an orgy girl to blush. But I did find Sam fascinating, right from the very first moment of our somewhat odd meeting.
"I gather the 'pill' has made a difference to girls. They don't mind thiser, kind of thing." He fluttered and flustered in a glorious old-fashioned way.
"The orgy, you mean? Oh, we are all orgy girls. I am, anyway."
"But I thought you said, Diana, this was the first time?" He stared at me.
"Yes, it is-but, really, I came knowing, well, that it would happen." I could not help flushing once more. He made me awkward.
"I see, and I don't. No matter." Sam placed his cup down and looked about. "Well, we are still deserted. Let's go for a stroll down to the river. It's nice and green down there. Come along."
I had no chance to refuse. We got up and went down the terrace steps. I was most careful not to look to the left or to the right, in case I might see some activities I need not bother to ob serve. We got to the park grass and walked arm in arm in the golden sunlight.
"Look at that butterfly. Isn't it beautiful!" Sam exclaimed with a pleasant laugh. "I've been in Indian, and all along the coast of Australia, you see. England is beautiful when you get back home and see it all so fresh and green." He stared at me. "And very beautiful it is, too. Diana, nice name. Orgy girl, well, pity, eh, but we both came to see the orgy, I suppose." He frowned, then suddenly kissed me on the cheek. "I am lucky today."
An orgy party is no place to fall in love. I kept telling myself that over and over again, as we walked in the wonderful sunlight down to the river. He was a man, and I was an orgy girl. That was all there was to it. I looked up and smiled at him as we reached the shade of a great willow. The fronds of the willow were trailing lines over the face of the flowing river that swept beneath the other side of it. There was a wide ground sheet spread beneath the willows, where someone else had nested. We sat down, hidden by the fronds from the rest of the world. I lay back and smiled. It was cool and pleasant near the running waters.
"Nice! You are a beautiful girl. Eighteen nineteen?" Sam asked as he leaned over me.
I felt he was becoming too sentimental. I was not here for this sort of thing. I wanted excitement, loving, all the laughter and the freedom. Sam was bothering me. I lifted my hand and slowly undid one of his shirt buttons. He slipped his tweed jacket off, opened his shirt and came back to hold me.
"My, my, what a girl." He undid the front of my dress. I was naked beneath it, and my breasts made him stop and flush. Then he felt a rise of real desire and he was kissing them, his hand running down, down, and down until my legs were free and his fingers plunging into my slit eagerly.
"Sam, quick, oh, Sam!" I gasped at him. For the tension of the morning had risen within me. I held his thick cock as his trousers opened, and he was with me as quickly as I shifted my hips and allowed him to slide into my hot, moist cunt. "Oh, Sam-that is better. I want you, Sam. Just you! Only you, you know that." My hips went surging against him. Sam was panting and again kissing my breasts.
It was wonderful loving. Sam was a strong, virile man who could hold back his come for what seemed to me to be hours and hours. He was gentle when he had to be, yet could crush me against his body in a tight, bursting way that made us simply flood and come together in a great breathless, single entity. I loved him. I could not help it. From that moment on, Sam was mine. I would have clawed the eyes out of any other girl who as much as even looked at him.
"Sexually, you are pretty hot-stuff," Sam said. He was nestled in me, and we were locked together by the river. "Diana, Diana, you sweet, nutty little girl. I suppose I could have been any man-any man at all?"
"Oh, no!" In a way I lied to him. "I came to this party with a friend, Desmond. I expect you will meet him."
"Does he mean a lot to you, this, Desmond?" Sam asked thoughtfully. He looked at me seriously as I shook my head. Then he said, "Will you sleep with me tonight? I'd hate someone else after all of this-I am crazy about you. You have no idea what this means to me. I have been dreaming about a girl like you for years. Rather bitter, isn't it?"
"Why?" I asked as I hold him to me. "It's natural. I love you. It doesn't matter. I never want to get married, and I never want to have a family. I wish to be free, and to come and go as I please."
"I see. You never wish anything permanent?" Sam asked.
"No, not really." I thought for a moment. I moved my hips and could feel his wonderfully nice cock slowly stirring deep within me. Samuel was ideal for me, in shape, gentleness, size and voice. "In a way, I might fall in love, and marry someone-someone special. Someone like you, Sam."
"You might." Sam chuckled and began slowly working my thighs with his cock until I was breathless all over again.
"I love you. I do love you!" I could not help crying it out.
"Then we'll be together, all through this orgy," Sam told me.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out as I clung to him. "I will be yours and yours only. No other man." His cock was thrilling me right out of my mind. I clung to him and sobbed for air as he came and came, and I was his all the way!
It was a wonderful orgy at Woodlands Hall. I enjoyed every single second of it. The only thing was, the orgy of sex, and loving, and having one another was strictly between Sam and myself. But a lot of other things happened in between. For we had to come up for food, for breath, for the dancing and for the introductions.
The first time I saw Sir Peters he was lying naked on a bed, with a blond girl on each side of him. One was kissing his cheek, the other was slowly stroking his slender cock as if it was an elegant asparagus stalk.
"Diana, I'm sorry I'm so preoccupied. Desmond was simply raving about you, my gal. I do hope we can make a better acquaintanceship at some more opportune time. You certainly look a stunner. Phone me up when you get back to town. I've got a Knightsbridge number. Now don't forget, Diana-love to see you." He suddenly spoke to the girl who was caressing his elegant stalk. "Now you can enjoy it, darling thing."
The girl lowered her head, her golden hair cascading down about Sir Peter's belly, but her head began to bob up and down and he closed his eyes in rajah bliss. I stared for a moment at these orgiasts. It was all so slow and delicate, like a writhing sensual painting. His moustache was huge and quivering to the bobbing of the fellatrix's strokes now. I could see that Sir Peters was something of a connoisseur in orgy matters.
Then there were so many others, some of them gross and sweating. Others copulating in a slow, English manner, polite and full of conversation.
"I say Diana, you ought to try this ox. His prick has a jolly lovely kink in it," Lady Candice told me as the man over her was demonstrating his oddity furiously within her. For a moment she gasped for breath. I always consider it difficult to continue a good conversation when one is being fucked furiously. "Simply divine, the way he swivels it about or something. Reminds me of the French bastard I had as my second husband. He had the same trick. It-it, er, ohh, gets to one, ohh, ohh, ohh! Excuse me-ohh!" Lady Candice had to grasp her man and ride to glory with him. That was the end of that conversation. I fled, flushed and hot, and had to find Sam again to make sure he and I were safe, and only for each other. Samuel came to bed with me, and there we locked about each other in perfection all over again.
I kept hearing the jingle-jangle of Desmond's spurs in the most un-likely places. After the yew bushes, I heard them close to the potting shed at the bottom of the vegetable garden. He was somewhere down in a heap of fine grass cutting along with a dark-legged girl who was kicking madly to his joy strokes. Then I heard them in the ballroom, just as most of the very weary couples were slowly trailing along to the champagne supper buffet. The metallic singing note came from behind a towering palm in a pot before the conservatory doors. I peeped over, and this time there was a pair of slender and very white legs locked about Desmond's derriere, and riding the full road to the spurred-on glory. I could hear a knocking noise which I later realized must have been her head on the wooden flooring as-Desmond stroked brutally to his climax. I was glad I had managed to lose him as my orgy partner! Fancy having one's head beaten against the dance floor by some daft and crude lover like that. It sickened me as I recalled the brute in the stables and the way he had made my head wobble all about-and Trudy's also, come to that. Men are such animals! My Samuel was gently, kind, and careful; and he was a great lover. I think his length exactly fitted me, and his body seemed to adhere to mine from the very first moment of touch. It filled me with a gay, fine laughter. I was in love-and it seemed nicer than ever it had been with Colin, or anyone else.
Trust me to come to a wild orgy, as an orgy girl, and find the only man in the world for me!
It was Sunday evening when they played the game of Hunt the Thimble. Each girl was told to come naked to the ballroom and collect her thimble. There was only one place a girl could hide it. The prize would go to the man who collected the most thimbles without a fuss or noise. I argued with Sam, and at last he agreed to let me participate, as long as he was the only hunter who would find me and claim my thimble.
There were some sixty girls in the ballroom, in cloaks, but naked beneath. They accepted their thimbles with a giggle. Then the rows of candles were put out and, in the warm dark, a general scuffling began. We girls had been given five minutes in which to flee to any spot in the house and hide. As I went along the hall to the steps, I almost tripped over a man and a girl making love. So someone cheated right in the first few minutes.
It was strangely and breathlessly exciting, to stand in the dark listening to calls, giggles, and the sudden gasps of couples who were fucking without knowing who the other was. I began to feel myself get more and more excited by it all. I had agreed to wait for Samuel, but I did not know he had got delayed. I think he bumped into a girl and was caught. Anyway, I was certain I was by the right door, in the right part of the corridor. But all the time the stealthy noises of the prowlers searching with rigid cocks to prod and find the missing thimbles, was getting closer and closer.
"Who is this?" A voice whispered to me. I thought I recognized it, but I was silent. His hands suddenly came in touch with me. I quivered as his hands came to my breasts and caressed them, then slowly moved down. The man pressed himself against me, and I was surprised to feel his hard-on cock slowly rotating around and around.
"Have you a thimble? I am Henry," the voice whispered.
I was desperate, my knees were slowly parting to allow him full freedom of search. Henry came closer and was kissing me on the mouth, running his tongue about, meeting my tongue. I was panting and the feeling of the orgy made me ache to accept him.
"I am looking for Jill. You are not Jill-she was to be along here some place." His cock was already slowly widening my slit, and I could not help but assist him.
I suddenly lowered my hand and slid it along his manhood. He gasped and tried to shake me loose. But I stroked him, then knelt down and brought his cock to my mouth. My tongue curved and pressed, tickled and caressed.
"You aren't Jill!" Henry exclaimed with an earthy chuckle. His body was quivering now, and his cock began to pulse to each working of my lips and tongue. I stood up and rolled his cock right between my legs so that for a moment he entered me fully. Then I contracted and gave a cry of pleasure. Henry was spurting and was lost. He did not even have a chance to feel the thimble. I slid his wet cock out and caressed it as friendly as I could in the dark. Henry swore and stuttered.
"You done it now! Jill will know. She's sure to want me to fuck her-and what with?" He grumbled and went past me on into the dark. A few minutes later I heard Jill sigh. Somehow Henry was working her up to yielding him her thimble.
Leaning back, I was wet with desire. If any other man had as much as touched me, we would have been down and making love for all it was worth. The orgy was infectious. Suddenly a hand came and ran over my shoulder, down to my breasts. I knew the touch instantly. It was Sam-at last!
"Where have you been, you beast!" I sighed. "Quick, take me, lover; oh take me right away!"
"You have your thimble?" Sam asked with a chuckle.
"Find it-it's there for you to touch and take," I gasped as my legs flew open for his fingers, and then his hard cock. He grunted as I locked my legs about him. I was panting on his shoulder. All about me were whimpering cries, sighs, and groans of full satisfaction. A faint stirring noise of fucking seemed to have filled the air.
"You, you are wet; the thimble is wet too." Sam panted as we sank onto a useful pile of placed cushions. Here he surged over my body, bending me to him, and ploughing deeper and deeper until I was sobbing to this natural rhythm.
"Yess! Oh, Sam-yes!" From all about us in the darkness seemed to come the same rising, falling, swishing, and slurping rhythm of couples searching for the elusive thimbles.
"I love you, Diana." Sam spoke to me clearly.
"I know, sweet. I know," I answered him as his cock came to pulsate in spasms. Sam was magnificent as a lover. He and I fitted in a way no other man had ever matched before. I was his, right from the first touch of him. I think it was his voice that made me know, and his cock was so wonderful I could do nothing but cling to him and sob for joy.
At one in the morning we were locked together again in his bed. Sam was holding me and telling me about his yacht, and the searching trips he made all about the world. I was amused as his cock got excited as he got excited about his mineral hunts. All at once a loud boom came from the windows. It was the gun firing off on the terrace. Someone was signaling the end of the orgy.
"That's it!" Sam chuckled to me. "The orgy is over. What we are doing right now is strictly against the rules of the house, Miss. I am afraid we shall have to stop it, this instant."
I rocked my hips and Sam gasped. "Try to stop," I told him.
"In a little while, you delicious vixen." Sam held me tightly and was stroking again. He had forgotten all about his yacht, and the oceans of the world. He was swimming into another kind of ocean right now. A primitive, woman's ocean.
"I think we ought to get married?" Sam said a while later.
"No-never." I smiled sadly as I told him. "Tomorrow we shall part, and never see each other again."
"That is not possible. I can't imagine it. Just-not possible. I would search every house in every street in the whole of London to find you again."
"I can save you that trouble. I can give you my telephone number."
"That is nice of you." He bit my ear gently. "Not at all, kind sir."
The following morning, the last of the guests were leaving. It was strange to look at Woodlands Hall and realize the wild weekend there had been here, in these sedate surroundings. I felt very fond of the place. It had been a most eventful time for me, and I was grateful for the whole thing. Sam insisted that he drive me back to London. I had no idea where my spur-jingling escort, Desmond, had vanished to. But judging by how often I had heard those spurs ringing out the final ride, I should think Desmond was in need of rest and recuperation! We stood in the hall and watched the couples strolling in and out of the brilliant September sunlight. The whole place was so Edwardian, and with an odd virile elegance that persisted in the atmosphere.
"Hello orgy gal, see you in Knightsbridge." Sir Peters came to say farewell. He was escorted by a battered-looking redhead. I wondered what had happened to the two blonde bed companions I had last seen him with. The redhead seemed rather a rough character to me. I felt certain I would see Sir Peters again, in London. But, a lot depended on what Sam said and did.
I am always such an emotional person. I cannot stand being alone. Yet there are times I have to escape and be on my own, for two or three days. I had never met a man I wanted around me all the time, ever before. But with Sam it was so different. He was with me all the time, and I never had a thought that he might not be. This gradually crept into me as we drove back to London. The autumn weather was changing. The nearer we got to the big city, the greyer the sky became. Rain splattered onto the windscreen, and we were hissing along the Great West Road, with the traffic all wet and slow.
"You ought to marry me, Diana," Sam announced once more, out of the blue.
"It would never work." I said it desperately. "Don't you see, Sam, I like to be free, and I am wild. And you are a voyager-you wish to go all over the world."
"You would have to come with me." He suggested.
"I would love to."
"Then, marry me. I have a job to do, north of Perth, and we could sail there on our honeymoon. How about it?" Sam grinned happily.
"Yes! Yes, I will marry you. But I don't think it will work," I added slowly. "Not for long-we are such different kinds of people."
"Good. We shall try. I love you."
"I love you very much, Sam." Then I laughed. "It's silly, to go to an orgy party and come back with a husband. I think you are quite mad. I shall give you a hell of a life."
"I'll risk it." Sam announced most seriously.
And that was that. We were married a week later, and we sailed in his large yacht two weeks after that. It was all very exciting, and I really thought my life had changed. In fact, I thought the orgy girl was a thing of the past.
It was not his fault. It most certainly was not my fault. I was eighteen and a half. I thought I knew everything. In fact, I was the most stupid, abysmally ignorant young girl who ever married and sailed away, and never lived happily ever afterwards.