A foggy night in London town. Lady Emmaline Christie is traveling to her first proper society ball in a hackney carriage, accompanied by her chaperone, her Great Aunt Agatha, a sister of her grandmother's. The girl, excited, looks from the carriage to the skies above. Amid the clouds, vast Airships cruise the skies above the city. Welcome to The Age Of Steam.
It's 1887, a ballroom party is held in London, where the crew of the first ever manned steam powered space ship will be announced... The captain is the famous Airship pilot Sir Curtis Blakley, there’s also an engineer and a navigator.
Captain Blakley was the first steamship pilot to circumnavigate the globe, indeed, that’s why he was knighted. He’s one of the special guests attending the private party. Most of the other guests are high society types. It's black tie, full dress, the gentlemen in top hats, the ladies in full crinolines.
Sir Curtis Blakley looks around the room and sees all the proper English young women. They’re in their Victorian ballgowns. Most dresses typically consist of a full gathered or pleated skirt. A fitted bodice with a rounded neckline and puffy sleeves. The bodice is usually fastened at the center back by either hooks and eyes or lacing.
Blakley is something of a maverick, a pioneer of steam power and known in society as something of a rake. Despite his notoriety, he's a favorite of the Queen herself.
Lady Emmaline Christie is the youngest daughter of Lord and Lady Christie. A vivacious and slightly unruly redhead, she’s nineteen years old. Captain Blakley is forty-one. She catches the dashing captain's eye and he walks over to make small talk with the girl.
He thinks she's just a silly girl, but a flopsie he might just have a dalliance with, (he plans to seduce her...) but it turns out, she's a very clever girl... And, although he does not know this yet, not sexually innocent!!! There was a stable boy... And a friend of Her father’s... And her French piano tutor...
Tonight, she’s being chaperoned by her aged aunt... Dame Agatha... Who likes a drink and is plied by the captain with champagne until the point where she gets tipsy and feels the need to lay down for a time!
The captain says to a servant, "Dame Agatha needs a short rest... Is there a private room, perhaps with a chaise lounge (a kind of settee) where she might rest for a moment?"
Once her aunt is taken away. Sir Curtis takes Lady Emmaline’s hand and invites her out to the terrace. "Might you accompany me while I smoke a cheroot on the veranda, My Lady?"
But, while they’re out there, he leans in and plants a kiss right on her lips. She’s rather put off by his forwardness. And his mustache tickles. "Sir! I really do not think you should be kissing me! And sir, your fingers are rubbing me on my buttocks. Why are you touching me like that? We don’t even know each other properly.”
"I'm making you wet, you little tart. Perhaps you’re not as proper as you act."
"Do it harder... I like when men rub me harder... Ooooooh!"
Sir Curtis realizes that young Lady Emmaline is perhaps more experienced in the ways of men than he had imagined. He pushes her down to her knees and releases his cock from his trews.
She sighs, thinking to herself that his cock is much bigger than Stan the stable boy and bigger than Lord Dalmain, a friend of her father’s.
