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one of the few people at that time in whose company I was still aware of my
crippled leg. That awareness faded eventually, however, in the light of her
consistent, considerate treatment of me and her ongoing deference. I began to
feel at ease in her presence. She soon sensed that, and put her next move into
effect. Slowly, and only very gradually, over a number of months, she brought
touch into play. Not between us, except on one fleeting occasion. Cylla never
touched me, nor I her, except for that one time. But she touched herself, and
for my eyes alone, knowing that I was watching.
The first time she surprised me with an overt gesture, my reaction was to tell
myself it was unintentional, that I had merely seen something not meant to be
seen. Dom had brought me to the villa to show me a piece of work he had in
progress, and he went straight to a curtained closet built beneath the sweep
of the main staircase to rummage for the thing. Cylla had been crossing the
vestibule towards the stairs as we came in. She smiled pleasantly, spoke a
word or two without stopping and began to go upstairs. I
stood in the hallway, waiting for Dom.
Cylla always dressed magnificently, and was celebrated for it. Her clothing
was designed to drape in such a way as to conceal, yet sharply emphasize, the
shape of her: her breasts, her flat belly, her thighs, hips and buttocks and
the long, clean length of her legs. The stairway was brightly lit by a glazed,
translucent skylight and Cylla paused about eight stairs up to call to Dom,
reminding him that they were having guests that afternoon. She had paused with
her right foot on the stair two steps above her left one, leaning forward and
to her left to call down to Dom, who was almost directly beneath her feet. I
noticed how the soft folds of her robe draped over her raised thigh, outlining
it clearly and clinging to the limb.
She continued to lean forward slightly, her head cocked to hear Dom's
response, paying no attention to me at all, but as she stood, poised there for
the space of several heartbeats, her right hand dropped to her thigh and
stroked the smooth material of her amber-coloured robe, almost, it seemed to
me, unconsciously, except that the stroking movement lasted one heart-stopping
instant too long. The abstracted touch became an unmistakable caress; an
invitation to look and admire; a lascivious little secret for me to carry
away, having seen the incredible intimacy of the way her fingers curled to
press the material against the soft, full undercurve of her thigh from just
above her knee to the junction of her legs.
Then Dom answered her and she was moving again, heading upstairs without a
glance in my direction. I
felt my crotch harden and heard my heart thump in my ears and I had to move
quickly to meet Dom, hoping that he would not notice my obvious arousal.
That was the first clear move in Cylla's game, and it progressed rapidly from
there. The second move came soon after. Standing beside Dom, her arms folded
as they both looked down at the table on which
I had spread the parchment I had brought to show him, she scratched idly with
one thumbnail at her breast, bringing an amazingly large nipple into turgid
prominence as I stood within arm's length of her. I
saw the soft, yielding fullness of the breast and the urgency of that nipple's
arousal and yet saw no sign that she was aware of my eyes. Dom, of course, saw
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nothing.
On another occasion, we were at a gathering of two dozen people, including
Luceiia, in the main reception room of the house. By this time I had come to
anticipate that Cylla would find a way,
somehow, to do something, and I had even dressed in a long, light over-robe
that would effectively conceal, I hoped, any excitement she might bring about.
We were waiting for the servants to call us all in to dinner. The celebration
was informal and everyone was having an enjoyable time.
Luceiia was deep in conversation with a group of Dom's elderly relatives who
had come up from
Sorviodunum and whose presence was the reason for the gathering. I had moved
away from them to take a second cup of Dom's excellent Germanic wine from one
of the servants when I became aware that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]