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Darlene Hamilton

Dorchester Discooperire part two, Monday 4th April 4ish

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This was an entirely new thing, this stage in her life.  Prior to one hour ago she’d have never dreamed of doing what she was now doing – but Charles had practically assured her that it was acceptable for a woman in her position to have a regular gentlemen callers. And that it would not mean she was being a merry widow at all.  Just to be safe (from that horrible title!) she had declared that she’d only have a single gentleman caller, being him.  They had both agreed that the title of their arrangement was called 'Courting'. And around the edges of that agreement was an understanding that both had nerves over rushing into any term more serious than that (well, really it was Charles who was the voice fo caution, Darlene's nature was to marry first and think about it later.)

So it was that as she caught people's curious looks their way she returned a bonny and remorseless smile, proud in fact, for she was entirely devoted and believed Her Charles to be the finest possible catch!

“Charles,” she whispered as they rode along, “when I get you to my place, I am going to unbutton your jacket with my teeth.”  

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And to her house the pair arrived.  When she mentioned unbuttoning his jacket with her teeth, he chuckled, though wondering how easy that would be.  It would seem to be difficult and her mouth could be redeployed in more enjoyable ways, but he was not going to challenge any idea she had about intimacy.  It was about pleasing the other after all.  It made him think of how he might reciprocate.

"I will remove anything tied with a ribbon or garter with my teeth," he replied with a smile, imagining it in his head.  He helped her down from her horse and he escorted her to her door.  "You know, I have never been inside your house."

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Practicality aside, she grinned of the style of talk.

"...and then I shall borrow your feather plume,"  Charles hat had one of the finest feathers at court (she'd always noticed he was rather partial to it) "I'd promise to put it back again of course."

 

"Not many people have." Darlene replied to his comment.

It was perhaps surprising, given what a social woman she was, and how well set out the place was for entertaining. The front drawing room was big enough to hold a piano and still have room to dance. The piano was no longer there, so it seemed even bigger now. "Come on in..." she led him through, the front door had not been locked, despite the fact that there was nobody at all at home.

With a vague gesture to the front room she said, "I was always going to have a party here one day." then looked back to Charles moving to stroke his lapel, "But you might be my very first visitor ever. Yes, I think you are.  We have so many firsts today Charles."  she gazed into his eyes, then turned and silently led him upstairs. 

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Charles followed Darlene dutifully.  He was surprised there was no doorman to greet them, or any other servants.  It also seemed odd that such a social creature would not have many visitors to her house.  He suspected to himself that she was honoring the memory of her friend, the late Duke of Newcastle.

"But I get to use my plume too."  Certainly he would need to discover where she was ticklish.

"A party yes," he acknowledged after seeing the large open space.  His house was bigger but her place seemed to have more space.  Next time he would need to bring some flowers or a gift.  "You know, my own house is but a long walk away.  Next time I will leave my horse"

  "Firsts are the most memorable," he noted philosophically as he followed Darlene upstairs.  He was quite interested in seeing her bed.  Was it a big bed, he wondered.

 

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Perhaps there was something to that? Or perhaps a Lady like Darlene enjoyed a little oasis of quiet when to herself.  

"Well they do say a walk is good for your heart" Darlene grinned. 

She kept hush leading upstairs, their first interlude had been far too rushed, she wanted, yearned for a slower and savouring pace. Drawing him into her room, it was painted in a cheery yellow, paint that the late Duke had chosen for her and she'd never thought to replace - it was a very light and bright room, perhaps that was how William had viewed her?

There was hardly any need to close the door, but she did. "Tell me you've no where else to be this afternoon Charles, tell me we can have a taste of forever?"  it was so strange how small she felt when with him like this, with emotions so huge.  She had not felt like this with anyone else.

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"A vigorous walk is healthy surely," Charles agreed readily.  As they mounted the stairs further he added "I suppose that any vigorous exercise is good for you."  He grinned thinking himself clever with the innuendo. 

"Unless the King or Ablemarle summons me, I hav nowhere else to go," he continued in a cheery fashion, knowing to what she was alluding.  "Yes a taste of forever," he agreed readily as he looked around her room.  "Quite cheery."

Once the tour was made, he volunteered "speaking of exercise, it has quite fatigued me I think.  Perhaps we should both lay down and rest?"

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"And you, a noted athlete.” She agreed as they jointly played with that topic, “Lightning Langdon must need keep himself in top physical form?” 

Great news! He had nowhere next he needed to be. “And they wont even know where to find you!” Darlene crowed triumphant, “it’s almost like I have kidnapped you.  Imagine Charles, if I sent a note to the King demanding a ransom or to never return you. Would that be terribly criminal do you think? But then, His Majesty is a romantic, everyone knows that.  He probably would not even mind.”

The room was simply furnished, the entire house was really, odds and bods from the Duke’s house that had no longer been needed.  While lived in, it was not really made into a home, there was something transient about overall look of the place.   The bed commanded most attention, though Darlene’s attention had always drifted to the windows where a great quantity of white netting filtered the sun, and when the window was open they would blow and waft.   

Linking her fingers though his, she replied with a grin drew him to sit atop the covers of her bed – where she removed his hat and placed it over the bed post. “For later.” She looked back to him with a grin, before pushing him back on the bed, where she might bend over him to place a kiss.

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"If you did, he would command me to arrest you," he played along.  "A dungeon is far too grim for a lady of your excellence, so I would place you under house arrest and we would just find ourselves back where we started, except you would be a prisoner of course," he offered with a smile.

He put up no resistance.  His hat was removed and he was pushed back on the bed.  "You have me at a disadvantage my lady," he mumbled up at her.  "I expect that to continue until, of course, your intentions become perfectly clear."  How was she planning to have her way with him he wondered.

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"Then it practically a royal command for you to be here." Darlene giggled of their loving nonsense, then whispered, "don't tell the king, but actually, I'd pay him a random to keep you with me."

Which was a source of revenue the crown night not have considered before.

Her gentleman was pleasantly obliging. Kissing his forehead she drew back again again and smiled into his eyes, "...may I assure, all quite dishonorable."

Her hand pressed down around his side as she moved in an attempt to make good her lips-unbuttoning promise.  But it was trickier than it sounded!

"Ah!" Darlene gave a frustrated laugh as she gave up.

"Sweetheart, your plan might be the better one!" And moving back from him she begun an undress of upper half, halting to manage boosum (helpfully!) near his face, to dangle the end of her chemise ribbons near to his lips. 

 

 

 

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Laughing at Darlene's playfulness, Charles relaed and enjoyed the show.  This was a far different experience than the one they shared at Dorchester House.

He had wondered how she might maneuver his thick brass buttons through his wool tunic's buttonholes.  He tried to help her a bit by loosening them and aligning them with the slit.  Laughing as she surrendered, he was happy to attempt to make good on his own pledge.

A ribbon was dangled in his face while he was admiring the size of her bosom.  Dutifully, his teeth took hold and he gently pulled the ribbon away from her body until he felt a tie loosen and be undone.  He could not resist a kiss to the top of each fleshy mound on display.  "I need more ribbons," he declared.  "Shall I go in search of them?"

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Meanwhile, her fingers flicked the buttons of his jacket, discovering them easy suddenly.  How had that even happened? 

Grinning, Darlene arched as Charles tugged - the coolness of the air upon skin in contrast to the heat of his breath as he kissed.  The cotton of her garment slipped lower revealing even more.   "Do you need more ribbons truly?" his lips felt so lovely upon her skin, skin that was rather more tanned than an English rose ought to be.  She'd been reckless venturing outdoors without a parasol.  There was a decided tan line midway of the warm and heaving fleshy globes dangling above him. 

"Ooh, but where would you even look for more ribbons?" the idea he'd begun tickled in her mind quite pleasantly. Moving back from him she pulled the bodice off and tossed it off the bed, upper half now quite bare, eyes bright with the question asked as she crept forwards upon him again, and finding one of his own laces lifted it to her teeth (so she could pull it undone). 

 

 

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Thoroughly enjoying himself, Charles was entrances by the prominent flesh on display.  Tan lines did not matter.  Though porcelain skin was to be valued, a bit of a ruddy tone was not unwelcome to the young man's vision.  It was the undressing of the lady that had occupied his dreams, so how could he be anything other than mesmorized?

"Don't you have ribbons holding up your stockings … or holding something else in place?"  Ladies mostly had ribbons on the outside of their gowns but he was game to find other places beneath her voluminous skirts.

She pulled on his own strings to loosen his shirt, which caused him to remove the cravat pin at his throat.  That was not something that Darlene should try to remove with her teeth.  He supposed she could loosen the laces holding up his breeches.  The thought was exciting surely and he made attempts to disrobe by tossing his tunic aside as well as his belt. 

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"Maybe I do, you might have to hunt, like an adventurer my love," she encouraged, leaning to nip kisses around his neck, grateful at it's exposure.  It was a truly lovely time, this warm voyage of discovery.  Perhaps it was even better, she thought, for the animal nature he'd earlier revealed.  Charles Whitehurst was a man of many faces, which made him more fascinating to thespian Darlene. 

Tugging at his shirt laces with teeth accidentally drew it together tighter. Laughing at yet another mistake, "Lets call this our dress rehearsal!" she abandoned the effort and pulled his shirt open with bare hands, and bending she kissed his chest, pulling his shirt up from where it was tucked in, and murmuring.  "I mean our un-dressed rehearsal."  

Charles started to get too helpful then, with a cry of protest Darlene caught his busy hands!  "Do not rush me, " she asked softly, (perhaps erring on the side of being overly slow?) as she moved to touch the belt buckle he'd thumbled at.  Moving to sit quite upright Darlene slid one end of the leather through the buckle, and pulled it, back to get it free of the pokey though the holes bit. Briefly it was tighter before it loosened off... her eyes watched with a sort of fascination, most particularly of the skin just above the fabric of his breeches, where she now ran a finger. 

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It seemed that she wished to go very slowly.  Charles could go slowly when he was with a sweetheart, but he preferred action and speed.  So, it took a good deal of restraint to let Darlene move at her own pace.  Because he was quite taken with her, it was much easier to move slowly.

When she slapped his hands, he was quick to cease his assistance.  "Yes, an undress rehearsal."  She seemed to work at odds with her intentions at times.  Still, he schooled himself to be a spectator at first, meeting any bare flesh near his face with a kiss.  His adventure to find ribbons under her skirts was held in abeyance while he watched her go to work on his clothing.

As his belt was loosened, she seemed taken with his belly.  Fortunately, as a young man in good shape, he did not need to suck in his gut to create the illusion of fitness.  "I am completely at your disposal my love."  What was her next plan?

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And so he let her.

Loosing a happy breath, Darlene dawdled over his undressing. She'd been practically celibate these past many months, and this was Charles, and a new beginning. It was fun! 

"We might need a lot of practise to properly perfect it." She grinned, now trailing a finger just under his waistband.

An eyebrow rose as she met his eyes...

Darlene was next to certain of what hed like next -- which was precisely why the half naked girl hopped end of the bed and started to pull off his boots. 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Yes … practice," he mumbled, mesmorized by what was unfolding.  This was Darlene, someone he could only watch from afar in the past -- always belonging to someone else, including his best friend.  Now here he was and she was his … and he was hers.

That the boots were removed were of no moment.  There would be a lot more removed before they were done … .

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