"Oh Wickham!" she cried out. Her breath coming raggedly as her moans reverberated around the corridor. The deserted corridor could be occupied at any time. The danger exciting her as her nipples press against the bodice of her gown. Wickham's fingers dipped down the front of her gown to roughly capture one of her tits, pulling and rolling it between his fingers. Wickham smirked at the noises his ministrations were coaxing from her.

He could not believe he had gotten her to this point in a public corridor. His hand beneath her dress and his fingers roughly rubbing her clit while his other hand played with her nipple. He played her most sensitive spots like the talented Cassanova that he was. Unable to hold her gasps and moans in she used his name as punctuation between sounds.

"Wickham, don't stop. I have never felt this way." Lydia begged while grinding against his hand.

Colonel Foster and his young bride had arranged for select members of the militia to accompany them to the theater along with their nubile, enthusiastic guest Lydia Bennet. A young girl whose eagerness for attention had not yet been schooled by propriety. She pushed her breasts out at him whenever he passed. She "accidentally" grazed his arm with those delectable, pert tits whenever reaching past him at the card tables.

"His good looks had assured him many women in his lifetime. He was well-versed in the female anatomy. Not many had fallen quite so easily into his lap as Lydia Bennet. The only reason it had taken this long was the careful watch of Colonel Foster. However, when Lydia asked him to escort her to the ladies' room in the middle of the second act, he willingly obliged. Not sure of the outcome, he was ready for whatever lay ahead of him in that corridor to the ladies' powder room.

Wickham was disappointed at first when the walk to their destination was filled only by the tame press of Ms. Bennet's breasts into the arm that escorted her. Whenever he glanced down he saw the heaving of her breasts as his height afforded him a perfect view down the front of her dress. She thanked him for escorting her and asked that he stay there to escort her back, disappearing into the ladies room.

After several minutes she reappeared, her breasts somehow impossibly pushed up more and on display. Her cheeks flushed and breasts heaving from arousal, she looked ready to fuck. Not that she would suggest it, so Wickham took the reins. The corridor was deserted. He strode over to her looking her up and down with a hungry stare.

"Ms. Bennet, you look a right state. Are you alright? May I assist you?" Wickham asked moving closer.

"Oh, I believe I am fine. I feel an odd tingling in my stomach, but I shall have the doctor called when we arrive home." Lydia replied

"Before we head back you should rest here a moment. The crowds cannot be good for your condition. I believe I have seen this condition before. May I ask when it started?" Wickham inquired.

Wickham knew exactly what it was. The beginning of "hysteria." He had comforted enough rich, older widows to know that what their doctors termed "hysteria" was the beginning of arousal. He enjoyed being the cure for women in "need."

Lydia looked uncertain if she should reveal information of such a personal nature to him, but his experience with the condition must have convinced her to divulge the intricate details, because she quickly uttered, "It began midway through the first act. The jostling in the chair and by the many bodies around me seems to have exacerbated the condition. I thank you again sir for helping me escape the throngs and escorting me to refresh myself

Wickham nodded and accepted her thanks gallantly. He had her right where he wanted. "I believe you are in the early stages of hysteria," he told her gravely.

Lydia looked troubled by this news. "My mother is troubled by a severe case of hysteria. Although it has never been properly explained to me, our town's young physician is called bi-monthly for an extended treatment session. I worry that the proper medical attention will not be available. It seems to be a serious affliction. What shall I do? You say you have seen this in other ladies before? Can you help?

She looked at him, worry on her face, her eyes imploring him to relieve her anxiety and plight. Wickham knew that if he played his cards right, he could have her right here and now and probably multiple times throughout their stay in Brighton, all under the guise of medical attention.

"It is quite serious. I have seen it drive women to distraction. The sooner you receive treatment the better. You cannot be treated soon enough. However, the treatment is rather counter-intuitive and involves parts that are not normally exposed in polite society. I will only help if you give me your permission." Wickham said solemnly.

Lydia raised her hand to her chest both in relief that he could treat her and in alarm about what the solution entailed. She was hesitant to proceed with such an improper plan. However, as she raised her arm, she grazed her nipple and shocks went through her body and something in her lower stomach clenched. Her alarm evident on her face after this recent development.

"What is wrong Ms. Bennet?" Wickham asked urgently.

"It is spreading and quickly. I am hesitant, but if it continues in this manner, I may never recover. Please help me, Mr. Wickham."

"Wickham smiled internally. This could not have gone any better. He stepped forward. "Now Ms. Bennet you must trust me. I am going to have to touch you in places you have never been touched. It is going to get worse before it gets better. You must remain relatively silent. If you find that you cannot, we must find another place so as to avoid any unwanted onlookers. Do you understand?"

Lydia nodded unable to speak from nerves and the feelings racing through her body. So, when Wickham backed her into the wall all she did was bite her lip and try not to stop the treatment until it was over.

Wickham pulled up the front of her skirt so that his hand could find her pussy. As his hand landed on her pussy, he could feel how wet she already was. Oh, she had been cooking for a while. He imagined that the jostling in the chair was only half accidental, and the other half was subconscious grinding on her part seeking friction and relief. He bet there would be a wet spot for someone to clean off the seat tonight.

Lydia had not expected this approach and gave a startled yelp. Besides her maids, no one had ever touched her most private parts. She had heard tell of the pleasure it could bring, but she had not worked up the courage to try it yet. Wickham covered her mouth with his other hand quickly. Looking her in the eye and leaning in, he whispered in her ear, "Ms. Bennet, I would hate for us to be discovered."

His proximity and confidence seemed to only make her condition worse, but she nodded. Because of her outburst, he made her turn around and face the wall. His hand still on her private parts and the other still on her mouth. His hand down below began to move, rubbing and creating sensations that traveled up her body. Her body seemed to come alive. She could feel every synapse. She did not know why, but her body wanted to push back against him, but his body kept her in place.

"Ohhh," Lydia moaned. She did not know where these sounds were coming from. They were primitive. She was simply a being that reacted to his treatment. The torrent of sounds flowed incessantly. Wickham gave up on hushing her. His hand fell away from her mouth, his fingers dipped into the bodice of her gown.

Lydia could not believe the explosion of feelings coming from her nipples between his fingers. The sensations joined the ones radiating from her core. The feelings increasing and surging. She felt something building within her. She felt something enter her down below. He had put a finger inside of her. How? She did not know, but as he pressed against the walls of her body, the pleasures grew higher. She did not know where to go from here. It could not get better, right? But, then he added another finger inside of her and he started thrusting them in and out.

Wickham enjoyed the feeling of a wet, responsive pussy around his fingers. His cock was rock hard and standing at attention. Her body knew what to do grinding backward, it was trying to find his dick. He kept her in place though. She would be scared by his size, but that would not last forever. However, tonight was not the night, they needed a little more privacy for their first time. When she was more experienced, they could try a riskier location. He started thrusting his fingers in and out. She was getting close. Each swipe of her clit and tug of her nipples inched her closer. When he added the third finger while simultaneously stimulating her nipple, the waves broke over her and she went almost limp in his arms as she experienced her first orgasm.

He pulled her into him to support her as she rode out her climax. The proximity meant that she brushed into his cock as she convulsed. Wickham was happy with this new development. Unknowingly she was writhing all over his cock, getting him incredibly close to his climax. As she was coming out of her euphoric daze, she noticed the hardness poking at her back and the noises Wickham was making as she moved each time over the hard stick. She was curious and reached back and grabbed it. Wickham moaned louder than he had before. Keeping her hand on his member, she moved up and down taking pleasure in the face he made. After one or two more strokes, something happened and he had a reaction and then his stick softened.

"Mr. Wickham, I do not know how to thank you for the treatment you provided me. The pressure was unbearable. And you did so at great personal risk. You did not tell me the condition was contagious, but you have taught me how to treat it and I am in your debt. Please let me know if I can ever repay the favor. For now, I must get cleaned up and we must find our way back to the theater seats before we are missed." Lydia thanked him effusively.

"You are most welcome, Ms. Bennet. As always, my services are always at your disposal." Mr. Wickham said smoothly.

"They parted ways to the separate powder rooms, reuniting to make their way back to their seats.