Anonymous

The Adventures of Grace and Anna

One

It was in one of the big amusement parks that I first met Anna. Being alone and out for a good time, I contrived to secure the seat next to her on one of the many rides; an acquaintance was soon struck up and at the close of the festivities I was awarded the privilege of escorting her home.

She lived on the other side of the city, and upon seeing my car, together with Joseph the chauffeur, her eyes grew wide, and at first I thought she was about to refuse to go with me and instead board the street car which had brought her there.

It did not, however, take much persuasion on my part to have her enter my car, and once she was seated on the luxurious cushions I knew the battle was won. I asked her if she wished to dine, but she informed me that she would have to arise early as she worked in the downtown district and, as it was already late, she had better hurry right home and leave it for some other time.

It is now time that I give the reader the benefit of a short description, in order that he may form in his mind the nature of the choice prize that had fallen to my lot on that evening.

Her name, as I have related, was Anna. Her nationality: typically American, an up-to-date flapper. Her hair was bobbed and short, done in the customary style of the day, and she was clad in a highly abbreviated dress that showed off to perfection the full symmetry of her well-formed legs.

Her eyes were of a deep violet hue, with long silken lashes, and she had a cute pert little nose and an adorable pouting mouth.

Her age-well, that is hard to judge, in these days of modern fashion when granny dons short dresses and bobs her hair-but I judge she was not much over seventeen, although she stoutly maintained she was fully eighteen.

Her thin, almost transparent dress hardly concealed the perfect contours of her two delicately chiselled breasts, held in tight by a slender brassiere, and the sight of these two tempting mounds of girlish flesh almost made me reach forth to squeeze them, but knowing that too much advance might frighten this tender and demure morsel I restrained myself and contented myself in making a covert survey of her girlish attractions.

Her dress, as I have stated, was very short, as was common with all girls, and as she climbed into the machine, a little of her leg above the stocking top showed. At this glimpse of her bare and glistening flesh, I felt my member throb as though touched with an electric machine.

Seated beside her in the machine, I leaned close to her and felt the magnetism of her person communicate itself to me, then instructing Joseph to drive to the address she had given, I leaned back in the seat and we slowly moved away.