The omnibus stopped for full ten minutes for passengers at a large public house, where the lights showed us to each other. The person on my right began to talk to us. — She looked much and boldly at me. She was very handsome and perhaps thirty, and spoke like a lady. I came to the conclusion that she also had been drinking, for it was unusual for women to talk to a strange man in an omnibus. — I fancied her breath smelt of liquor.

The omnibus, when stopping, got crammed full, and went slowly and noisily jolting on its way over a quite newly macadamized road. — The mist changed as we got further out to a fog which filled the omnibus, and all was dark. — “How cramped my legs are,” said the lady. “I like yours against mine, they are so nice, and it's so nice and warm,” I replied. — To my astonishment she gave me a gentle punch in my ribs with her left hand. — “Oh for shame.” “Stretch them out,” said I, encouraged. “I can't.” “Shall I stretch them apart for you?” Another pinch. “What's the best way of stretching legs?” “I don't know.” “Why, put some-thing between them,” I said. Another pinch. — All was said in a low tone. No one could have heard but us two, no one could have known what was going on. — A fat old man who stunk of brandy and water was on the lady's right, and he was snoring so loudly that people laughed. — Vic could not hear me, tho opposite to the lady, thro the noise in passing over the rough road.

She's randy, thought I, — who is she? — A kept woman perhaps, whose man doesn't fuck her enough! — and I wished Victoria out of the way. — I ungloved my hands, and put my right hand on her thigh. — She made no resistance. — “They are close together, they are cramped really, open them wider.” — I can't, this old snoring man's legs are against mine.” “Lift one over the other.” She did. I kept my hand there and began gently pinching her thigh. — “That's your gar-ter,” I whispered, feeling a little lump. “Are you sure?” “I'll make sure.” Stooping a little, I dropped my right hand down, and pulled up her clothes. — There was such a weight of them that my hand could only get up gradually. — I felt her calf, and that it was, in silk. — She let me. “Oh your heavy clothes,” I whispered. She put the leg down and far from the other, — half moved her bum as if to ease her position, — and the next instant her clothes being looser, I had one hand on to her thigh above her garter, and pushed it slowly higher up till my little finger was buried in the thatch of her motte, and my other fingers lay a little down grasping her left thigh, but I could not get them far enough to feel her notch, and the weight and pressure of her clothes against my wrist was almost painful. She put her hand down, but only to pull her clothes forwards fearing perhaps that passing a gas-light might disclose our position. All that increased the drag on my wrist and arm, for I was using my right hand, that being next to her, and my knuckles were outwards till I reached her knee and now was only sideways on her thigh — a difficult position, with heavy clothes against it.

At that moment Victoria remarked, “How dreadfully we are cramped, there must be more people than there ought to be in the omnibus.” “I'll sit forward,” said I, bringing my bum to the edge of the seat, and pressing towards the woman on my right, gave Vic more room. “Thank you,” said she. Now my hand got more to the front, and slipped side ways between the lady's thighs like a leaf, and the tops of my longest fingers lay just touching her warm cunt lips. — The man next to her at that minute awakened and called out, “Stop, stop,” and rose up. I withdrew my fingers like lightning, down slipped her clothes, and no one to this day perhaps but she and I, know of our little lewed game.

The old man got out, and also one or two passengers which gave us room. “Can you get a light,” said some one. “The oil's out,” said the conductor. “Can't you get on quicker?” “You can't see a yard afore the Posses noses.” On went the omnibus. — My cock was now standing like a horn. “Take off your glove,” said I, in a whisper. I had on a great thick winter cape or cloak. — Pulling out my prick I lifted the side of my cloak and put her hand round it. — “Oho — you,” said she, and began feeling and squeezing it, and at last frigging it; but not wishing that fun, I stopped it and hid my machine.

Then for a minute I talked to Victoria to prevent her wondering at my speaking with the lady. “How shall I get home?” said Vic. “I will see you home.” Again my hand went on Vic's thigh outside and pinched it near her belly. — She didn't resist my lewed tricks. — The idea of playing them both with an omnibus full, de-lighted me. — The idea of Victoria knowing nothing about my tricks with the lady added to my pleasure. Secure in the foggy darkness, and with more room, and her thighs opening wide to let me, I now had a sort of backhanded feel of the lady's cunt. — I could not twist myself round away from Victoria, so sat nearly at the the edge of the seat, feeling the lady's gap, till she suddenly pushed my hand away. Then again I put her hand on my prick. “Do you live about here?” said she. “No, the other side of the water — I am only going to night to a friend's where I am stopping for a day or two.” “Who's that lady?” “His sister — and our meeting was a mere chance.” “Is that true?” “Certainly.” “Where do you live?” “At ****,P' I re-plied, and — “Do you live about here?” “No,” said she. “How will you get home in the fog?” “My husband will meet me at the Turnpike.” “Are you often at Charing Cross?” “No.” “When shall you be again?” “The day after tomorrow,” said she, after hesitation. “Meet me, and let's have a talk together.” — In a few words more she agreed to be near the Nelson Monument at half past six, two days afterwards.

“Stop, you've passed the Turnpike,” said the lady getting up. “We aren't there yet,” said the conductor. “Stop, I'll get out.” — Quick as thought, I had slipped my right hand up her clothes on to her backside. — The omnibus stopped with a jerk, and it threw her back into a sitting posture, half on to my knees half on to Victoria's. Begging our pardon, she got up and out of the omnibus— it was so dark that I could not distinguish faces from bodies.

Two minutes afterwards the omnibus journey ended, and all got out. The fog was so thick that the street lamps could not be seen fifteen feet off. We had been an hour and a quarter, doing a half hour's journey. I gave Vic my arm, intending to escort her home, and felt awfully lewed, and somehow sure that she would permit a liberty, tho I was surprised at that discovery. She seemed to me all at once to be a frisky bitch, in-stead of my friend's sister, the daughter of the wealthy merchant. I kissed and was kissed — we stood still in the fog — I pressed my hand against her belly. — “Let me,” said I. “What?” “Do it.” “Oh likely,” said she, laughing and pushing away my hand; but putting my arm round her, I pressed her gently up against the railings of some gardens abutting on the road; and got my fingers on to her cunt. — “Let's do it.” “You're mad.” “None can see us, no one is out.” “I won't, people will pass,” she said, in a low tone, but her thighs were open. I was sure she was lewed, and that she was enjoying the friction of my fingers. Pushing aside the lower part of my cloak, I had my prick ready, and was pulling up her heavy winter clothes, when men's voices were heard, and two came along talking loudly. We moved on, dropping both petticoats and cloak over us. What the men fancied I know not but jeeringly, one remarked, “I hope we ain't disturbed you.” — Lost in the fog in a minute, we still heard their voices and laughter and “fuck” said very plainly, but we were quite disconcerted, and she would let me do no more.

Then I asked her to meet me — and she named “the day after tomorrow” — I had just arranged to meet the unknown lady on that day — no, I was engaged. — “It must be this day week then.” “Agreed, and at half past five, it's dark then.” Suddenly she said she was going to sleep at her cousin's that night — and in five minutes I left her at the cousin's door. — She had said before that she didn't know what her brother would think about her being out so late.