The ancient castle of my grandmother, the Marquise de Fomrole, was located near the city of N. in a delightful place. A walled, shady park with century-old trees was watered by a small river, the water in which was warm and transparent.

Sometimes I liked to wander in the river, raising the hem, on the clean sandy bottom, to feel the warm water slowly flowing, caressing my nude knees ...

It was almost my only entertainment in those long summer days ... Sometimes I took a volume of poems from my grandmother’s rich library, went to the park, lay down on the grass near the river and read ... But my greatest pleasure was to indulge in dreams, sweet dreams. I dreamed about what I didn’t know, what I suspected, what I could only guess at ... I painted pictures of tenderness, love and loyalty.

A great young man was a constant participant in my dreams. This enveloped me with the first excitement, which at the same time caused me mental distress and pleasure. With a sinking heart, I reread the lines:

Death night thickens but me and in the hour of death passions do not prevail! But young men beauty of the world will not go away, same moan of hearts pierce the firmament!

I slammed the book in confusion and wandered to the castle, where, under a linen awning, in front of the fountain my grandmother's figure was white in a chaise lounge ...

Soon my cousin Berta, nee Marquis de Annette, a young frail, tender brunette, came to visit us. I loved her very much for her cheerful nature and dazzling-secular elegance. I loved to walk with her along the alleys of the park, chatting about various trifles: laughing at her sweet jokes.

Aunt allowed me to come to her bedroom, where I tried on with envy of her wonderful dresses from the famous Christian Dior. And in the mirror I saw an unfamiliar burning brunette in the bloom of youth, with an exciting glitter of the eyes ...

One day I wore a kashimir dress with white lace and spun in front of a mirror. Aunt Berta was taking a bath, I heard from the next room a splash of water and a cheerful tune from her silver voice. I felt a piece of paper in the pocket of the dress, took it out with curiosity and began to read:

“... my deity, I love you to madness. Since yesterday, I have been suffering, like a condemned man to hell, I am burned by the memory of you. I feel my lips on your lips, your eyes under my eyes, your body touching me! I love you! You drove me crazy! My arms are opened, and I’m all burning, trembling, wanting to hug you again! I crave you! ..

Always your Paul. "

I was stunned. Aunt appeared before me in a new, mysterious light, I was lost in conjectures ... She came out of the bathroom, shining with freshness, in a light silk peignoir, under which a young slim body was guessed, flexible waist and a very high chest, which seemed to challenge, beckoned and promised. I saw all this with a new, special look.

At dinner in the living room, the aunt told her grandmother that her fiancé, Baron Paul de Ennemard, should come tomorrow, and asked her grandmother to accept him. The grandmother looked at Berta and, after a pause, replied that she did not object to the arrival of the Baron.

The next morning, according to my habit, I plunged into the thicket of the park and, sitting down on a tree stump with a book in my hands, plunged into my usual dreams. Suddenly I heard the conversation and was surprised to see Bert on the arm of a tall, mustached man who looked like a real nobleman. I guessed that this is the bridegroom of my aunt, whom she was looking forward to.

I do not know what prompted me to hide from their eyes. Soon they reached the place I had just left. The Baron, looking around, made sure that at this early hour no one could see them.

He drew his aunt to him and their lips were in a long kiss.

- My dear Berta! - he said. - My angel! My dear, you are my queen, beautiful! You are the most beautiful in the world! ..

Paul insisted on asking for something, but I didn’t understand what it was.

“No, my friend,” answered Bertha, “oh, no, not here!” I beg you. I never dare. Oh, my God! ... I will die if someone finds us ...

- My dear! Who can see us at such a time ?!

“I don’t know, but I’m scared.” For me it will not be a pleasure. Look for a better place. I have been thinking about this since yesterday. A little tolerate, my dear, and we ...

- How can you talk about patience when I'm in this state?

He took my aunt's hand and sent her to such a strange place that I could not understand why this was. But my amazement intensified even more when her hand began to hastily unbutton the buttons, and disappeared into the pants of the baron. There she grabbed some item, but some, I could not see.

“Honey,” said my aunt, “I perfectly see that you have a great desire.” How cute he is! Oh! If we had any shelter! I would soon add you to the case ...

And her little pen was moving back and forth, to the seeming pleasure of her fiance ...

- BUT! - exclaimed aunt. - I remember that there is a pavilion not far from here, do you understand which one? This is not exactly the right place for our love, but nobody will see us there, and I can be there completely yours.

The pavilion that my aunt was talking about was, in truth, designed to meet the other needs of poor humanity, but it was very clean. Thanks to the tall shrubs around, I could get close without fear of being noticed. Berta entered him, and Paul, looking around, entered behind her, closing the door behind him. I quickly found a place convenient for observation. The logs and boards of the pavilion were not tightly fitted. I clung to the gap with my eyes and saw what I’ll tell you about. Just give a breath.

- Oh, my dear! - Berta said, - I was very unhappy that I had to refuse you, but I was so afraid. Here I am calm. My dear Mimi! what a holiday I will arrange for him ... with one thought I already feel pleasure. But how do we get settled?

- Do not worry, dear. First let me admire your Bibi. I dreamed about it for so long!

I imagine you yourself to think about what I was going through at that moment. What will they do?

I did not have to wait long. The baron got down on one knee and lifted his skirt. what kind of charms have opened !! Rounded knees, gorgeous legs, mother-of-pearl whiteness, a tender belly ... This divine picture, worthy of the brush of the great Titian, was completed with a brilliant black silky fleece, the thickness and length of which was amazingly ...

“Ah, I love her so much,” said admiring Paul, “she is so sweet, so fresh and beautiful!” Spread your legs, I want to kiss her cute lips. I want to see your divine flower, reveal its petals with your lips ...

Bertha did what Paul asked. Her legs parted, revealing a small pink slit, to which her kindly lips clung. Bertha was ecstatic, eyes closed, she completely leaned back in an uncomfortable seat and mumbled incoherent words. Passionate caress covered her whole body: - More, more ... dear ... now ... oh ... What did they do, my God! I saw everything very clearly, all the actions took place half a meter from my eyes, which I could not take off from such a spectacular sight. I didn’t assume that this delicate place could bring such pleasure, but soon I felt in my place there was some strange tickling that brought me sweet pleasure ...

But Paul got up, supporting his aunt. It seemed that she could not come to herself ... But soon she opened her eyes and kissed him warmly. Then, with a quick, feverish movement, she unbuttoned the Baron's trousers and lifted his shirt over his stomach. An object appeared to my eyes, so strange that I almost cried out. What was that thing? ... The length and thickness of it made me dizzy ....