Jane put down her pen with a sigh of satisfaction. She was pleased with the progress she had been making on her new novel, and she looked forward to reading the chapter she had just completed to her sister after dinner. Cassandra would probably scold her for the incident in which Emma was intolerably rude to Miss Bates, but Jane was confident that in the context of her heroine’s story it was a crucial scene, and she hoped that her sister would come to see it that way too.
But first there was her daily visitor to welcome. She heard the clock in the hallway strike three. Three-fifteen was the appointed time, so she had a few minutes yet in which to prepare herself for the necessary ordeal. According to her calendar, it was a Mr. Frederick Wentworth this afternoon. She hoped he would be interesting; or if not that, then at least smartly dressed and attractive to the eye.
She ensured that the best china tea service was ready on the side table, with tea already brewing in the pot, and then checked her hair in the mirror and adjusted the lace on her dress. Precisely at three-fifteen, there was a shimmering in the corner of the room, and a young gentleman materialised in front of her. For a moment he appeared disorientated, but soon collected himself.
“Miss Austen?” he stammered, “I’m so delighted to meet you.”
“If by that form of address, you mean my elder sister, Cassandra, then she is upstairs. I can of course call her. However, I am Miss Jane Austen, and most visitors to our residence seem to wish to meet me instead.”
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I forgot,” stammered the young man. “I did read the background notes on etiquette and stuff, but seeing you there, in person, it all went out of my head. I do apologise.”
Jane smiled. “You are of course forgiven,” she replied. “It was a little bit rude of me to quiz you like that. You are Mr Wentworth, I assume? I’m delighted to meet you. Now, would you care for some tea?”
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One of the many issues consequent on the discovery of time travel in the twenty-third century had been the large number of people who, not surprisingly, wished to travel back in time to meet their literary heroes. It quickly became necessary to control the numbers who wished to visit the more popular ones, as the writers soon became so busy dealing with the almost infinite number of visitors from future centuries that they no longer had time to write the works that had made them famous in the first place, leading to all sorts of complicated temporal paradoxes that even the most distinguished scientific minds had problems understanding.
Fortunately, the subsequent invention of a “temporal blocking device” meant that writers throughout history could be provided with a small, unobtrusive gadget that enabled them to control the number of visitors who were able to intrude upon their precious time. Some of them kept the device turned to “block” almost continuously, but Jane found it a welcome break from her quiet routine and was happy to entertain a visitor for tea on most days of the week.
For an unmarried woman over thirty, there were of course additional benefits to be had.
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The conversation with Mr Wentworth had gone surprisingly well. Once she had put him at his ease, he had turned out to be witty and perspicacious, and had clearly read all of her books, including the ones she hadn’t written yet – he fortunately remembered the rule that stated he was not allowed to ask questions about these. He was also, she had to admit, exceedingly handsome, and suited the costume of the early nineteenth century very well indeed.
“It’s very kind of you to answer my questions,” said Frederick gratefully, putting down his teacup. “You must get thoroughly fed up being asked the same things again and again.”
“Not at all,” smiled Jane. “The opportunity to entertain such a handsome gentleman as yourself is a welcome distraction.”
This seemed like an ideal opportunity to move the situation along a little. She stood up, went over to Frederick, and began to stroke his leg. “Not all of my gentleman visitors have such fine thighs,” she said with a smile.
The look on Frederick’s face was a picture, she had to admit. “The life of a spinster lady in Chawton does get a little tedious,” she went on. “I love Cassandra and dear Mama very much, but there are some things that they are unable to provide. Even so, I am so glad now that Tom Lefroy never did have the chance to propose. Otherwise, I may never have had the opportunity to meet so many interesting and … well-endowed … gentlemen.”
At which point she leant over and kissed Frederick on the lips, while placing her hand firmly on the crotch of his tight breeches. She was gratified that she immediately felt a large bulge begin to swell under the ministrations of her fingers.
“Fucking hell,” mumbled Frederick, forgetting his manners for a moment, “I wasn’t expecting this.” But he quickly responded to Jane’s kisses, opening his mouth and wrapping his tongue around hers. He put his arms around her and pulled her against him, feeling the soft mounds of her little breasts pressed against his chest.
Jane purred in her throat as they kissed long and hard. She could feel the familiar throb of desire welling up inside her, and she knew she would already be very wet in that private place between her legs.
Frederick moved his hand up between their bodies and found her breasts, which he began to fondle agreeably, to the extent that she could feel her nipples harden. For her part, she continued to stroke the bulge in his breeches, which had now become very substantial indeed. She looked down at it, and her heart missed a beat. Was that monstrous shape really all his member, stretching halfway down his leg? She knew she had to see for herself.
Jane quickly began to unbutton Mr Wentworth’s breeches. Being by this time very happy to allow her to take the lead, he stood up and allowed her to pull them down, freeing his hard manhood from their constricting control. It immediately stood to attention, its shiny helmet projecting proudly from the enveloping prepuce.
“Goodness me, sir, you are very forward in your attentions,” said Jane saucily. “And so large! I wonder if I will be able to manage all of it.”