An encounter with Miss Alice

When I returned to the Anna-Leigh I was met by none other than Miss Alice, the lithe-figured Miss Felicia and yet another of their pretty friends. You can well imagine my initial discomfort at seeing the same fine young woman whom I had last assaulted in the examination room of Dr. Smith's clinic now waiting patiently beside my docked power craft. I was even more perturbed by the cheerful greeting and her playful hug. This was after all Sir Williard the very same woman whom I had most inappropriately treated in Dr. Miller's clinic. Perhaps equally surprising were the friendly hugs from her two friends that followed suit. I am as you know not a man who has much experience with the fairer sex and to be hugged three times in rapid succession by three of the most beautiful young daughters of the city was more than I knew how to handle.

The three young women wore walking dresses in the style of Rajah-4 that exposed much of their swollen bosoms, and as each in turn hugged me I was all too conscious of how firm their young bodies felt pressed against mine. Miss Rosalie in particular had a bosom that filled the bodice of her dress most impressively although none of the dresses did little to cover their charms, exposing the slender calves and ankles below their knees and far too much of the smooth pale skin of their backs. In hindsight, I suspect that the trio used this tactic as a way to unbalance my otherwise careful nature, because somehow we all ended up boarding the sleek steamer without me so much as offering an invitation.

The three young women were delighted with the Anna-Leigh and they remarked with pleasure on how neat and orderly everything was laid out onboard the watercraft. Before I could find a reason to turn down the lovely young maidens, I had been talked into the steaming the friends back up the river to Alice's home so they did not have to wait for Lord X to finish his business in town. Had I been a little wiser, I might have considered the implications of being alone on the river with three beautiful young women, but as all three were going to be traveling as a group I did not see a problem with their plan. A Hindi boy was found to deliver a message to Lord X so the gentleman would not worry about his charges, and the three young ladies settled in for the ride, kicking off their shoes so they could dangle their pretty feet over the gunwale into the cool water.

The Anna-Leigh performed the task of steaming upstream beautifully, making the same journey that had taken me more than two hours in the light punt in no more than thirty very pleasant minutes. The motorboat was as steady and reliable as the afternoon sun, and I only I wish I could say I was as unaffected as the sturdy water craft was. I do not know, Lord Johnson, if you have ever found yourself as effected by the sight of a woman's naked feet as I was, the sight of their pale toes wiggling in the clear waters of the Arjun effected me just as much as had the trio removed their dresses and paraded about the deck as topless as the copper-skinned natives of the Polynesian islands of the great Pacific Ocean.

I pointed out my humble cottage as we cruised past and all three of the young ladies were very complimentary about how well I had restored the villa to its former condition. All three of the bare-footed nymphs had been invited to dinners and lawn-parties at the Alterson cottage before the tragedy and talk turned briefly to the drowned girl, but as Miss Alice was starting to become agitated the conversation soon turned to safer topics. I had not forgotten how shamefully I had mistreated Miss Alice during our last meeting in Dr. Miller's clinic. She was as easily as beautiful as I remembered and in spite of her best efforts to hide her feelings, my trained medical eye did not miss the rapid flutter of her pulse nor the way her cheeks coloured when our eyes met.

As far as I could tell, the vivacious blonde held no ill will for me and on more than one occasion found myself admiring her pouty lips and remembering how they looked wrapped around my cock. I have to report Sir Williard, in the interest of scientific integrity, that as I passed my boathouse I had a sudden vision of not just Miss Alice, but all these three beauties chained to the dark walls of the stone structure like fair maidens locked away in a feudal dungeon. My role was that of the lecherous goaler who delighted in slicing away their immodest walking dresses and lacy undergarments exposing more and more of their perfect flesh to my lustful eyes. Of course I immediately banished the image from my mind. I confess to being most distraught to find that the same dark urges that I fought against as Miss Alice lay on the examination table before me have not left me despite my sincere attempts to control them.

The effort to maintain self control was made so much harder (as was my manhood) by the habit shared by these young Englishwomen to stand at my side as I steered the powerboat up the river. Through some unspoken arrangement the three debutantes took turns keeping me company as I piloted the Anna Leigh around the verdant bends of the slow-moving river. As they chattered happily I found that they would on occasion press their bodies against mine as the boat swayed in the current. I can only believe that this trio were naively unaware of just how greatly the feeling of their soft young bodies rubbing against mine effected me, for if they did understand how their feminine wiles could drive a man to the edge of sanity then they were playing with fire.

I was able to be the gentleman only because of the numbers involved. Had I been alone with any one of the these three charming young women I most assuredly would have dropped anchor in one of the many secluded bays and turned my attention to teaching the lovely young tease just how a improperly a man might behave when given the proper incentives by a lovely maiden. Remembering how I first met Felicia and Alice in the waters of this very river I considered pausing for a swim; the mental image of all three of these lithesome young women wearing only the skimpiest of undergarments was tempting indeed. Too well I remembered how their immodest swimwear had clung to the curves of the pair and judging by how buxom Miss Rosalie was I could not help but speculate about what she might look like.

Let me assure you however, Sir Williard, that I completed the journey without embarrassing myself in any way and once again was able to bring my boat smartly alongside the sturdy quay that lay at the foot of the great estate I remembered from my earlier trip up the river. The trio hopped nimbly off the Anna-Leigh and tied off the lines as I once again vented steam. By the time I had finished the simple tasks I saw Lady X and two Hindi servants making their way down the trail that led to the river. The young ladies quickly pulled on their shoes and straightened their dresses until they were almost acceptably modest before taking my hands in theirs they led me up the hill to meet with the fine matron.

"Mother, Dr. Baxter saved us from the dreariness of the town with a lovely boat ride!" Miss Alice explained before Lady X could even ask what was going on. "You simply must convince him to come to dinner tomorrow. How else could we ever thank him?" I could think of a few things the three lovely young women could do to express their gratitude, but I smiled politely, Sir Williard, more than willing to accept the family's invitation.

In fact, Sir Williard, my main worry, was not as you might well imagine that my mistreatment of their daughter should be discovered, but rather how I could procure attire suitable for dining in the company of Lord and Lady X's crowd.