The Blush inflames them both

Dear Sir Williard,

I had to pause in my account of what happened in that isolated chamber when I considered the implications of putting down on paper my reprehensible actions. You might think that by now, that I would have little to be embarrassed about, and yet I find that I am deeply torn about the propriety of recording this particular incident for future generations. Unlike the shameful incident in the Edwardian Royal between myself and Miss Peach or even my association with Miss Alice, I can think of no way to protect the identity Miss Monroe. There is only one library in New Thames and only one employee that matches her description. What little chance this reserved woman has in life depends so much on what other men might think of her. If she does not wish to spend her life as a spinster librarian she must surely depend upon her unblemished reputation. Should the events that I am recounting somehow become public, that reputation would be sorely tarnished, in fact the poor woman might even lose her job, and where would she be then?

I therefore beg you to take the upmost care with this portion of the serial letter, not so much for my own reputation which by now is all but worthless, but for the sake of Evelyn, who is blameless in this matter.

My exclamation of surprise drew the woman to my side where she rested her hand on my shoulder and peered over my arm to see what I had discovered. Any other time, I would have most certainly been distracted by her proximity but at the moment I was too excited by the words on the page. There, just as I remembered reading it, was the description of Kirdland's dryad. As I thought, the indigenous creature had a bluish tint to her skin and like the nymph I encountered she wore no clothes. I eagerly turned the page of the notebook to discover a big difference between the published account that I had read in Tai Pei in preparation for my exodus to Rajah-4 and this which was clearly an earlier edition meant for the less uptight population of this far-flung planet. This version of the account was accompanied by illustrated plates and when I turned the page both Miss Monroe and myself were staring at a full page drawing of the narrator's seductive visitor in her full glorious nakedness.

"Oh my!" Miss Monroe's gasp of surprise was accompanied by the tightening of her fingers on my shoulder and all of the sexual tension that we had been holding in check since entering the secluded room exploded. "She's beautiful..." It was an easy thing Dr. Johnson to sweep the prim librarian into my chair so her trembling body was trapped between my hard body and the table.

"As are you, Miss Monroe." I growled into her ear as she tried to pull free. "I wonder, will your slender figure be as alluring as that lovely maiden's under all these constricting garments?" It was pretty much a rhetorical question because by now Rajah-4's unspoken curse had me firmly in its diabolical grasp. It seemed to be affecting Miss Monroe as well because her small mouth met mine with a needy passion that belied her demure appearance.

Until this very moment, Sir Williard I never fully appreciated the outfits that Hilda and Akemi wore as they performed their duties. Although the servants uniforms were more modest than many others that I have seen amongst the wealthy families of the East Orion Company it was still a simple matter to unlace their bodices and flip up their loose skirts about their waists. Working my way through the multiple layers that protected Miss Monroe's lovely curves without permanently damaging the garments was at the same time frustrating and arousing. The buttons that extended from the small of her back all the way up to the collar at the back of her neck alone consisted of almost twenty different tiny mother-of-pearl buttons. Even after the blouse was opened and pushed out of the way I was still confronted by a tightly laced corset inset with stiff stays that no doubt contributed to her erect posture. I am thankful however for taking the time to loosen the garment for despite her slim figure, nature had endowed Evelyn with plump breasts that had, until that moment, been tightly confined under the garment.

"Oh Dr. Baxter, this is so wrong!" I had pressed the librarian forward so her arms were resting on the table and she was staring at the illustration of the nude woman that lay open just under her nose. I, however had turned my attention to the buckles that fastened the waistband of her bulky skirt, and then once that garment was around her ankles I reached for the drawstring that held up the ruffled bloomers pushing them down her bare thighs as I leaned over the quivering woman again.

"Look at that lovely extraterrestrial life-form." I whispered into the tightly coifed curls just behind her dainty ear. "Do you think Mr. Kirdland fucked this alluring indigenous creature?" My hand slipped between her silky thighs from behind and searched for the entrance to her sweet sex.

"Oh ... He must have." Evelyn's soft moan was the direct result of my finding what I was looking for, but even after I started fingering her she tried to maintain her roll of helpful purveyor of information.. "The first surveyors were completely unprepared ... ohh ... for the insidious nature of the Blush, Dr. Baxter. With no ... agh ... Earthwomen available there are multiple ... umm ... rumors of homosexual relations ... oh ... and even bestiality." I began to wonder if Miss Monroe's interest in these journals was less about the heroic escapades of the first explorers and perhaps more in the graphic descriptions of these uncensored accounts. "I'm sure a lusty man like Henry Kirdland would find it impossible to turn down anything that wickedly sexual." As Miss Monroe moaned softly in front of me I loosened the ties of my trousers and pull free my member.

"Have any of these native entities been found?" I ask, and even before she can answer, follow up with a most inappropriate query for anyone but most certainly inappropriate for an unmarried woman who I met only minutes before. "Do these dryads have slick warm pussies like yours? Or do you think Kirdland stuck his cock in some other tight hole?" It was perhaps just coincidence, Dr. Johnson, that as I asked this of the whimpering librarian that my thumb was rubbing the puckered rim of her anus. I remember wondering, Sir Williard, if it would it perhaps be a kindness if I took this helpless beauty in such a way that she did not have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy... for that matter it was certainly possible that this unmarried woman still had an intact hymen, and to rend that unassailable proof of her her chastity would be a most foul thing for me to do.