ROXTON'S DREAMS
Everything starts with a very interesting Roxton's dream about Marguerite...
AUTHOR: Lady K. Roxton
DISCLAIMER: All the "Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World" series' characters are John Landis, Telescene, Coote/Hayes, DirecTV, New Line Television, Space, Action Adventure Network, Goodman/Rosen Productions, and Richmel Productions' property (the list could probably go on).
COMMENTS: This fic was written as a tribute to all the girls who, like me, LOVE this divine being, this freak of nature... Lord John Roxton. Have fun, ladies! Of course this observation does not prevent the guys to also read the fic... And don't forget to leave reviews!
SPECIAL THANKS TO: Cris Zanini! This fic was writed in Portuguese and she made the English version. To my official translator and loved friend: MUITO OBRIGADA (THANK YOU VERY MUCH)!
ATENTION: Erotic contents!
Chapter 1
Roxton was anxious. It was almost 10.30PM and Marguerite had yet not arrived. He was in a ballroom, where all the members of George Challenger's expedition were being honored. And that was only one party among so many others. The hunter had seen Marguerite seldom times since their return back to London, and had even less opportunities to talk about the subject "US" with her. He could not bear keeping so distant from his beloved.
Roxton's heart started beating fast as soon as he scented her fragrance... It was not a commercial fragrance, but the irresistible fragrance of wild flowers that only one woman in the whole world had, for Roxton's senses. He turned back and saw her...
"Marguerite!" he sighed.
She had her long dark curly hair bound in a chignon, few jewels and a light makeup, all her glamour concentrated in her dress: in the front part, a strapless dress, gray, very voluptuous, completely embroidered with small diamonds. When she turned her back to him while she was greeting some people, Roxton forgot breathing for one second: her back was completely naked, the dress restarting in a "V-shape" a little below her waist line. She certainly represented a great sight for Roxton.
She saw him from the distance and smiled to him, walking to meet him.
"Good evening, John..."
"Good evening, Marguerite... you look... gorgeous!"
"Did you like it?" she asked mischievously.
"I would prefer if you were wearing nothing, but since we are in an open space..." he said in a smile. "Would you like to dance?"
He offered his arm to her and they went to the dancing area. As they started dancing, Roxton could feel her skin under the low-necked dress, a satin skin, aromatized and extremely exciting for him. Marguerite could feel his excitation through the volume on his groin under the trousers, so she hugged him and told practically inside his ear: "I think we should have some fresh air, don't you? ".
They headed for the garden, where there were very few people. Looking around, they noticed an old bandstand, and they went there, since that was certainly a dark and safe place where they would not be observed.
When they went upstairs and inside the bandstand, Marguerite started to say something, but was immediately silenced by an ardent kiss from Roxton, a kiss that seemed to suck her last strength. She had never seen him like that! He was getting more and more excited feeling her naked back against his exploring hands. He kissed, teased and licked her neck as if he was hungry of her, and was completely corresponded by her caresses. Roxton could feel her excitation through her silent sighs.
"Don't stop, John..." she begged.
He caressed one of her legs, lifting it to his waist, while his strong hands touched her under her dress... and for his complete stunning, he found out she was wearing nothing under her dress!
"Roxton... Roxton... Roxton..."
"What... hannnn?"
It was Challenger knocking on the door.
"Roxton, are you alright?" Challenger insisted.
Without leaving his bed, Roxton answered: "Yes. What's going on?"
"What's going on, John? You asked me to call you early this morning since you had too many things to do, or have you already forgotten? It's Challenger's wakeup service! "
"Oh… yes... ahn... thanks, Challenger, I'll be ready in one minute!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Ahhhhhh... poor sweet Roxton! He was just dreaming... What to do now? What do you think?