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Chapter 3

The Story The Authors

Only, Janice noticed as she looked around the crumpled sheets, only, something was wrong. Something was missing. Ah, yes, Nigel. It would make sense that Nigel would be missing. It seemed that lately, that was all he ever did. Though, she had to admit, she much preferred him not there than there at all. It meant she could have more fun. She smiled cunningly, and felt a sensation of cold. She gazed across the superbly decorated bedchamber to the french door that was wide open. "Odd," she remarked, rising in her nakedness from the perfumed sheets. She crossed the room, her ruby red painted toes sinking into the deep white pile carpet. "I always close the window when I sleep in the nude." Realizing that she was unclothed, she picked up a discarded piece of lingerie from a overstuffed chair. The lingerie, admittedly, didn't hide much, but it was better than nothing. She stepped out on the balcony, and looked down the lattice, convieniently placed outside her window, for easy entrances and exits of her many lovers. 'Had there been anyone last night?' She thought for a moment, streching her arms over her Clairol red hair. As her arms raised, the lace of the skimpy lingerie shifted, and revealed a bit too much of one of her large, supple breasts. She turned from the balcony, not noticing the man in the bush below, who had been staring up at her the whole time, and who, incidentally had a rather stunning view of the nakedness revealed under the lingerie. none

So, into her bedroom she returned, not bothering to close the french door. "No one will be in here, and I am only going to sleep a bit more." She stripped out of her scanty lingerie, and laid herself upon the queen-size bed. Sighing in the sheer joy of her self-confidence, she sat up eith ease, and looked herself over. 'If only Nigel were here, oh, the things we could do now, in the state I'm in.' She moaned, and ran a ruby red finger nail down her thigh, and to her knee. "oh, I wish he were here, I wish anyone were here now..." As she ran her finger up the inside of her thigh, she didn't notice the slight swaying of the flowers on the lattice. Turning all her attention to the smooth skin between her firm thighs, she still didn't notice the man as he alighted onto her balcony. He stared into the room, and watched her, as she pleasured herself. His steps were silent, and smooth, as he glided into the room, unnoticed by the pleasure-seeking Janice. He reached her, and was standing right in front of her wen her finger plunged into herself, and she arched her back, and threw her Clairol red hair back, in satisfaction. Her eyes met his as this happened, andshe stopped short, her wet fingers dropping slowly from their position between her thighs. none

Clearing his throat, he spoke to her. "Janice, Nigel will be very unhappy with me, but, I think, in the state you're in, you need this more that Nigel does. He sent me up to get you ready for his homecoming. It seems like you are already MORE than ready." His hand drifted southward, and she tensed, fearing what would happen next. Lady Charmaine

He slowly cleared his voice and got down on one knee. She braced herself for a strained rendition of "Oh Susanna". He slowly stuck his thumb into her bellybutton. After a few minutes he got back up and gave her the best kiss she had ever had in her life. Josh Matthews

"Oh, Nigel," she breathed. "That was... so unusually..uhm.." "Erotic? In tune? Yes, m'lady.. and think, I'll be here all night." He reached behind him and brought out a familiar looking stringed instrument. "And look, luv! I brought my banjo, too!" Nigel immediately launched into a powerfully annoying strain of Home on the Range. The banjo had only two strings which Nigel plucked furiously. Her desire, once cresting on the waves of near-ecstacy, now plummetted like a deflated weather balloon. She listened to Nigel's energetic musical spasms and sighed deeply and dreamt of her once lost love, Sir Selwin Quicksand.... Elwood T Leary

The Story	The Authors
Only, Janice noticed as she looked around the crumpled sheets, only, something was wrong. Something was missing. Ah, yes, Nigel. It would make sense that Nigel would be missing. It seemed that lately, that was all he ever did. Though, she had to admit, she much preferred him not there than there at all. It meant she could have more fun. She smiled cunningly, and felt a sensation of cold. She gazed across the superbly decorated bedchamber to the french door that was wide open. "Odd," she remarked, rising in her nakedness from the perfumed sheets. She crossed the room, her ruby red painted toes sinking into the deep white pile carpet. "I always close the window when I sleep in the nude." Realizing that she was unclothed, she picked up a discarded piece of lingerie from a overstuffed chair. The lingerie, admittedly, didn't hide much, but it was better than nothing. She stepped out on the balcony, and looked down the lattice, convieniently placed outside her window, for easy entrances and exits of her many lovers. 'Had there been anyone last night?' She thought for a moment, streching her arms over her Clairol red hair. As her arms raised, the lace of the skimpy lingerie shifted, and revealed a bit too much of one of her large, supple breasts. She turned from the balcony, not noticing the man in the bush below, who had been staring up at her the whole time, and who, incidentally had a rather stunning view of the nakedness revealed under the lingerie.	none
So, into her bedroom she returned, not bothering to close the french door. "No one will be in here, and I am only going to sleep a bit more." She stripped out of her scanty lingerie, and laid herself upon the queen-size bed. Sighing in the sheer joy of her self-confidence, she sat up eith ease, and looked herself over. 'If only Nigel were here, oh, the things we could do now, in the state I'm in.' She moaned, and ran a ruby red finger nail down her thigh, and to her knee. "oh, I wish he were here, I wish anyone were here now..." As she ran her finger up the inside of her thigh, she didn't notice the slight swaying of the flowers on the lattice. Turning all her attention to the smooth skin between her firm thighs, she still didn't notice the man as he alighted onto her balcony. He stared into the room, and watched her, as she pleasured herself. His steps were silent, and smooth, as he glided into the room, unnoticed by the pleasure-seeking Janice. He reached her, and was standing right in front of her wen her finger plunged into herself, and she arched her back, and threw her Clairol red hair back, in satisfaction. Her eyes met his as this happened, andshe stopped short, her wet fingers dropping slowly from their position between her thighs.	none
Clearing his throat, he spoke to her. "Janice, Nigel will be very unhappy with me, but, I think, in the state you're in, you need this more that Nigel does. He sent me up to get you ready for his homecoming. It seems like you are already MORE than ready." His hand drifted southward, and she tensed, fearing what would happen next.	Lady Charmaine
He slowly cleared his voice and got down on one knee. She braced herself for a strained rendition of "Oh Susanna". He slowly stuck his thumb into her bellybutton. After a few minutes he got back up and gave her the best kiss she had ever had in her life.	Josh Matthews
"Oh, Nigel," she breathed. "That was... so unusually..uhm.." "Erotic? In tune? Yes, m'lady.. and think, I'll be here all night." He reached behind him and brought out a familiar looking stringed instrument. "And look, luv! I brought my banjo, too!" Nigel immediately launched into a powerfully annoying strain of Home on the Range. The banjo had only two strings which Nigel plucked furiously. Her desire, once cresting on the waves of near-ecstacy, now plummetted like a deflated weather balloon. She listened to Nigel's energetic musical spasms and sighed deeply and dreamt of her once lost love, Sir Selwin Quicksand....	Elwood T Leary

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