Learning to Love the Spinster

Chapter 2

Simon looked at the woman he was dancing with, and could barely keep up the pretense of playful banter. Simon had spied her at the refreshment table, a bright ray of light in this dull party. This woman had a figure men would kill for, and he was one of them. Simon had been looking for a mistress for a while, but couldn’t find anyone suitable for him. That in no way meant that he did not have offers for women looking to be his mistress. Simon had women throw themselves at him left and right. While he knew he was a decent looking man, he knew these women wanted him for his title alone and not him.

This lovely woman was just what he was sorely in need of. Simon has had a lot of trouble on his estates; losses of livestock and grain that could not be explained. He was in desperate need of s****l release. He could go to any whorehouse and find what he was seeking. However, he never liked whorehouses all that much he preferred having a mistress. He wanted a stable s****l relationship; where he bedded a woman that knew his wants.

Simon’s companion smiled up at him with a look of adoration. She was going to be amazing in bed, he could tell by the way she moved on the dance floor; she threw herself into the dance as he knew she would do later this evening in his bed. Simon couldn’t have been luckier as she was in between protectors at the moment. Simon didn’t know what kind of women she was, but he was going to try to seduce her tonight, and set her up on his home on Mayfair on the morn. There were some women that wouldn’t allow intimacies before the protector agreed to what her demands were; he prayed to god that she wasn’t one of them. Simon would find out soon enough, as the waltz was coming to an end. Simon bowed, and she curtsied he extended his hand, and she took it.

“Would you like to walk in the gardens with me?” Simon wanted this woman to be sure; however he had a feeling that any obvious attempts at seduction were not something that would result in his favor. The woman smiled at him and replied,

“I would love to.” Simon almost laughed aloud, her ready agreement meant only good things for him. Simon went out to the gardens, with whom soon he would be calling his mistress. Simon led her down the garden paths, and veered off to the greenhouse.

“Why are we going to the green house your grace?” She asked curiously. Simon gave her a charming smile and rejoined with,

“There’s something that I need to show you.”

“All right,” she replied with a smile. Simon smiled to himself, and led her to the greenhouse. Simon was curious about the woman, she seemed almost innocent. She blushed readily enough, maybe she only had one protector before him or perhaps she was a widow. Simon let her in before him, he looked back to see if anyone was following him and headed in. Simon checked to see if anyone was in the greenhouse before he turned back to her,

“What is going on?” She asked confused.

“This” he replied and sealed her lips with his own. Philipa was shocked to her toes; no man had ever kissed her the way Simon was kissing her. Philipa had been kissed several times before by fortune hunters, but not in the way Simon was. The men she had kissed previously had barely kissed her lips, for they were terrified of being caught by her father or brother. However, Simon was kissing her in a way she found utterly enticing. Simon licked her lips, which made her gasp over the strangeness of it. Simon couldn’t refuse the opportunity and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. Philipa felt his hands roaming her body, and was embolden by it. Philipa suddenly felt womanly and wanted; so Philipa returned his caresses as best she knew how. Philipa ran her hands over his shoulders and back, she felt her dress being loosened, and eventually fall to the floor. Simon whipped his shirt off of his body, and started taking off her corset. Philipa’s arms returned to his shoulders while he moved his hands to her breasts.

“God Almighty, your breasts are perfect,” Simon said before leaning down to take on into his mouth. Philipa made a squeal of shock, then one of pleasure as she felt him start to suckle at her breast. Her hands roamed his back when he pulled her close to him, and she felt his arousal against her stomach. She gloried in his response to her, as no other man had felt this way about her. She felt his hands drift down to her woman’s center; she moaned beneath his mouth as he parted her feminine folds and started stroking her. He pulled back from her and said against her throat,

“Sweet Jesus you are already ready for me!” She was embarrassed and didn’t say anything back she simply buried her face in his neck. Simon lowered her down to the ground, and settled himself between her thighs. Philipa watched in fascination as he unbuttoned his trousers, and his aroused manhood sprung free. She felt bold, as she never had before, and reached out to touch

him. He groaned, and she snatched her hand back afraid she hurt him. He chuckled roughly and pulled her hand back to his manhood. Philipa tentatively stroked his manhood as he guided her. When his hand fell away, she grew more confident with her strokes when she saw how much he enjoyed her touch. Simon pushed her hand away,

“More later darling, I can stand no more.” Simon leaned down to give her a hot kiss, Philipa startled when she felt his manhood probing her feminine entrance. Simon slowly entered her body, giving her time to adjust to his invasion. Simon was sensitive to her needs, as he slowly pushed deeper into her, he stopped at the bridge of her maidenhead.

“Damn, you are so tight, tighter than I’m used to.” He mumbled and started to suckle her breasts. Her pleasure returned, even though she was still uncomfortable. Then finally with a twist of his hips he broke through her maidenhead, and she flinched at the pain of it’s loss. He lifted his head and started nuzzling her neck, and he continued on until he could go no farther. Simon held himself perfectly still, as to not spill his seed upon entry. He didn’t want his masked woman think him incapable of pleasing her. Simon gritted his teeth, as her sheath molded to his manhood. He remained perfectly still, trying to control his response to her tight sheath. Simon could stand it no longer when she lifted her hips in invitation. Simon let out a groan of pleasure, pulled himself out, and thrust back in her. His companion moaned in ecstasy, and he could stand now more of this sweet torture. Simon started a slow rhythm that he kept as long as he possibly could.

However, she moaned, mewled, and clawed at him; she was completely lost in her passion and Simon couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her response was real, not something she learned to impress her protector. Simon started pulling out less, and pumping into her faster and faster. She mewled like a wild cat, and clawed at his back, he knew she was close and he wanted to see her face as she came. As he raised his hand to take off her mask She grabbed his hand and put it upon her breast. This action proved to be his undoing and with one final thrust he spilled his seed into her in a climax that to him lasted hours. Dimly he heard her scream out her pleasure, which furthered his until he was finally spent and he promptly collapsed on top of her. Simon couldn’t move for the longest time. He was just completely content. Simon couldn’t recall ever feeling like this.

Simon finally raised his head and looked down at her. Philipa thought that he would finally say her name and ask for her hand in marriage. Philipa smiled when he opened his mouth, she waited anxiously,

“So my beauty do I finally get to know your name? Or should I just refer to you as my darling?” Philipa physically blanched, Simon didn’t know who she was! Simon didn’t know that she was his childhood friend, that he had known her all of her life. Simon had devastated her again, and it was wholly her fault. How was she ever going to get over this humiliation, how would she ever let Simon know who she was? Philipa quickly collected herself when she saw him look at her expectantly; she smiled, and replied with,

“You will find out later at the unveiling.” Thank heaven her mask hasn’t come off, otherwise she would be completely devastated. Simon chuckled, and he finally slipped out of her and Simon smiled down at her over the action. Philipa was growing more uncomfortable by the second, she had to escape.

“But my darling the unveiling is still three hours away, why can’t I know who you are now?” He asked and Philipa scrambled for an answer when he reached for her mask.

“Well sweetheart that would simply ruin the fun of a masquerade.” Simon smiled, and

lowered his hand.

“All right, where do you want to meet?”

“Where we first met, in the mean time you need to leave before we are discovered here.”

“You don’t need help dressing?” Simon asked as he stood up and started putting on his clothes.

“No I will manage,” she replied with a calm she didn’t feel. Simon put his jacket on, and leaned down to give her a lingering kiss.

“I will see you soon my sweet.”

“Yes you will,” she replied smiling. Simon went to the door, gave her one last look before he left. Philipa waited a minute before she broke into uncontrolled sobs.