Chapter 5 - the party

I would hostess Sir Williams party, and I would do my attitudes, and I even might find myself singing! When I pulled myself back into my room I found an appetite that had been gone for years, and rapidly finished the breakfast treats that had sat waiting at my bedside. I did not however, partake in any port! I would save my head for my coming soire!
On Friday I had a magical night planned for all and it went as well as I ever imagined it might! Better even! Horatio sat beside me at table with Sir William on my opposite side and I was on pins and needles to be my best. All my years with men, serving, and servicing and entertaining I used as models for my actions that night though with Horatio, I needn't have worried. When we had met formally in the foyer of our home, he had graciously kissed my hand in the most amazing display of fondness for my form I could have imagined, and I thought for a time I had imagined it. He took my right hand with with his left, grasping the underside of my pinky finger's fleshiness and needing it. The moment lasted but a second but confirmed my hopes when I saw him from the window. He liked my form!
As I stood with Sir William receiving our guests, Horatio went to take a glass and sample the muse bouche's we had arranged to serve as hors de houvre. Within moments he had returned to me from the side, and I could feel his eyes trying to pierce the fall of my empire dress to detect my curves and rolls, and offered my one of the treats that he said I was being denied by my role as hostess! Turning to him with a joy I could scarce conceal, I daintily tried to pop the treat into my lips, but a glazed piece of pastry failed to cooperate and fell upon my right breast, hanging up upon the bulge where my neckline met my bosom. Without a thought, Nelson reached out and gently plucked the pastry from my bosom, and placed it in his own mouth, eyes upon me all the while and sauntered over to the serving table to get me another. I was enraptured, Sir William was oblivious. My heart beat with a pace that I feared would set my breasts rippling!
I was only a bit over 16 stone that night, and my stomach was sadly shrunken from my years of ill health, but Nelson got me eating. He plied me at dinner to try everything, once, twice and more. He fed me with his own fork in front of the whole company who simply looked upon it as the height of chivalry from a British Sea Captain, for they didn't know the twinkle in his eye like I did: I had seen it once before in the eye of George Romney! He regaled us with tales of battle around the globe when he was pressed, and proved to be an exceptional storyteller but do not think he ignored me while the tables gaze was upon him. He rubbed his leg against my calf and thigh all the while and once even made so bold as to slip his hand under the table and caress one of the flabby rolls at my side. "Madame, it seems you have on a time been healthier, judging from your skin! Have a care and eat well. The Navy fights for Englishwomen to remain home and plumpening, and the thought of you waxing fat here with your husband will inspire me to do my duty, wherever I find the call!" He whispered to me, as Sir William made a toast. I felt the color run to my face, and turned to look him fully in the eye, only to be met with a piece of roast beef on the end of his fork, to which I opened my mouth and accepted the gift with thanks. "I have been ill sir, but I feel my health returning. Would you be stopping in at Naples in the coming months then, to check upon my progress?"
"I go where my country calls Madame, but my heart shall reside within this domicile as long as you are here! Please feel free to write should you care to, and I will think of you growing more healthy while I pursue the Frenchman wherever he goes, and fight with renewed valor, knowing Lady Hamilton will be thinking of me, and eating accordingly. Does you husband not appreciate your form my Lady?"
"He does sir, but is ill himself! Might I be so bold as to ask if you might accompany me on a stroll through our garden as we move off from the table for the entertainment?"
"I will Mam, but not until I see you clean your plate! The Royal Navy cannot see good food wasted!"
An hour later we were in the throws of passion in the garden, with Horatio showing me a skill at love that suggested he too had visited Pompeii! He caressed every curve of my form, fondled every roll and bulge, remarked on how each would expand in the years to come and how though impossible to imagine now, I would grow into that much more of a living Goddess! He used his tongue and his touch and brought me for the very first time, the kind of pleasure no other man had brought me there in the garden and I rewarded him with a fountain of wetness, and he rewarded me again and again with his own. When I thought I could go no further, he produced some desert pastry puffs and straddling my chest with my bosom raised over his manhood he fed them to me and more beside, and then brought me to that fountain of happiness again! I thought the moment would last forever but it soon ended, and we returned slightly breathless to the gathering, and the following day Horatio sailed away. It would be long before I saw him again in the waking world, but the change he had wrought in me would serve to make our next meeting one for the ages!