“Sybilla! Sybilla, come here!”
The door opened and in she walked. I loved the way her house dress curved up at the front, lined with lace, hinting at her knees and what may lay beyond. Some may have thought she looked like a bob-tail or hedge whore, but she had on a pair of house boots that made sure she wasn't indecently exposing her ankles.
“What is it, Clarence?"
“I think I’ve completed it, dear.”
She clasped her hands together in excitement, “Ooh you did it? That’s wonderful! What is it?”
“Oh, just a little place to sit."
“A steam-powered saddle?" Sybilla asked, looking quite confused.
“Well, it is really just for lady-folk, though…" I scribbled a few notes in my pad.
“So how does it work?”
“The lady sits here,” I said, patting my invention. “Then it is turned on and well, it might be best if I show you.”
I opened the hatch at the back and pulled out the small engine which included the firebox and water reservoir. I topped up the water and started the fire going before I added a little coal. A few minutes later a small whistle let me know that the water was starting to boil, I released the brake and let the flywheel spin for a second before putting the engine back under the saddle.
“Come here, dear,” I said to Sybilla
Without getting up, I slid my hands over her boots and up the outside of her legs, under her dress, stroking her linen stockings slowly.
“You know, if this invention sells well, we will be able to afford some silk stockings for you.”
I felt her shiver a little under my hands. To ensure her modesty, Sybilla made sure to wear short breeches, which were laced at the front. When my hands reached the bottom of her hips, I started to move them toward the centre of her womanhood. A quick tug released the tie and I slipped her breeches over her hips and let them drop to the floor.
Next were her bloomers; these had a dainty pink ribbon weaved through the top hem which was easily undone, allowing me to drop these around her ankles. Last to join the growing pile were her knickers.
“Do I need to remove my dress?” she asked.
I lifted the front and leant forward and kissed her furry quim and as I did so, dragged a finger around her bite and along her furrow. Feeling how wet she already was, I teased a little more and was tempted to fill her alley, but my inventor side kept me in check.
“No, my sweet, this will do just fine.”
One by one, I lifted her feet and finished removing her undergarments, making sure to fold them neatly before putting them to one side. Then I stood up and took Sybilla’s hand, and lifting it to my lips, I gave it a delicate kiss.
“Please take a seat, my love.”
Sybilla looked at the saddle and then back at me, then said, “I can’t. The pommel is wrong, I need a side-saddle one.”
“Let us be scandalous, just for the test,” I whispered, conspiratorially. “Sit astride it.”
She giggled and stepped over the saddle, and I helped her sit down. Just before she was all the way down, I lifted the front of her dress and lay it over the pommel. Sybilla gave a little squeak as she came into contact.
“Perhaps you should have made the seat without the brass plate.”
I scribbled a couple more notes.
“I might be able to direct some of the water around a pipe under it to warm it a little. Slide forward,” I instructed.
“Ready?” Sybilla nodded.
I moved behind her and scribbled some more notes.
“I think it might be better with the controls at the front so I do not have to lift your dress and petticoats. But the callipygian view is extremely pleasant indeed.” Sybilla always giggled at my adoration of her body.
“Oh, golly!” she exclaimed when I engaged the flywheel.
The wheel was like a gear sprocket, only the teeth were more rounded. When engaged the teeth ran along the underside of the brass plate. The plate was also slightly corrugated and the resulting action sent vibrations through the machine. The vibrations were mostly damped down by the leather seat, causing them to focus more within the brass plate.
