A Fantasy about Love Pt. 05

"Close your mouth, James. It's just me, and I'm yours!"

I was able to recover and close my mouth and went to kiss her, but she stopped me when I came too close. "I spent time on my makeup and the repair it will take hours! Choose what you want: kiss me and we'll stay here to do other things, or take my arm and walk me to the car."

I stopped, however, and decided that this was the right moment to present Eileen with a gift I had bought before our great misunderstanding. I asked her to wait for a moment and when I came back told her to close her eyes. She did, but I saw a movement. "No peeking! And stand still!"

I turned her around and took out the opal pendant I had bought for her. It was a similar stone to the one I had bought for Maureen, but this was set in a parallelogram whilst Maureen's stone had been set as a circle. Both had diamond dust around the borders to enhance the stone, and I had thought that the form described the two ladies well. I put the pendant around her neck and let her open her eyes. She did not know at the first moment what had happened, but suddenly she saw her face in a reflection of a high sideboard. She turned and ran to the next mirror.

"James, this pendant is beautiful! What a wonderful idea! And it is similar to the one you gave to Maureen. Does this mean anything? It is really beautiful! Look how the colors complement the color of my hair and my eyes. Thank you very much, darling! This is the first present I receive from a man for many, many years and coming from you it's especially precious!"

I opened the little box I had in my hands and showed her the matching earrings; she immediately took them out, took off her diamond earrings and replaced them with the opal ones. "James, this is wonderful! Thank you so much!"

She came back to kiss me, but I took two steps back and said: "You spent a lot of time on your makeup and the repair it will take hours! Choose what you want: kiss me and we'll stay here to do other things, or I take your arm and walk you to the car."

She was reluctant to come to a decision, but at the end, she decided for the concert, mumbling that I was evil, but her smile said something quite different. I had made up my mind already: I could kiss her in all the days to come, but to show off with her on my arm was a God-given opportunity I did not want to miss.

I walked her to the car that was waiting for us and when we arrived at the Opera House, it was with great pride that I helped her out of the car and walked her to the building. The evening was fresh, people were still walking around, and I was aware of the attention she received. I bet most, especially the women, could describe every detail of her face and dress, but nobody would remember whether I was black or white!

We stopped at the bar to have a glass of champagne and then went in; the seats were not good, but the acoustics of the Opera House were famous world--wide. The soloist was very young and handsome in an artist's way; I heard some sighs from the female audience when he appeared beside the maestro, who was old and overweight. The music started with the flutes playing with the violin, and when the violinist started the second movement with its powerful melody and interplay with the orchestra, he had his violin singing, weeping, humming, and soaring into your heart. The third movement was melodic and fast, presenting the exuberant theme, then shifting to romantic lyricism and ending with a fast and loud finale. The audience was quiet for a moment and then exploded in applause. It was well deserved. We had another glass of champagne during the interval and I enjoyed how Eileen walked through the lobby, showing off and loving to be admired with class and elegance.

Then we went back to the Dvorak ninth symphony 'From the new world'. His final symphony with its famous Largo, is one of classical music's best loved classical masterworks and I had listened to it often, in a concert hall or on a CD. His four movements resonate with folk traditions: there is no final decision where the motifs came from: American Indian dances, negro spirituals, Welsh music, or just his imagination. Wherever he got the melodies from, it was pure sound and the way the orchestra played it, it was plain wonderful.

Eileen placed her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes -- we were involved in sound. The music plays with memory, both in the way that melodies from the first movement return in every successive movement, but often with nostalgia, and something darker. The sublime brass chords of the slow movements that return near the end of the finale are simple and unforgettable, and for me, a lament, a keening. It always got to me, and it seemed that Eileen was moved, too.

The applause went on and on, and after some short pieces given as a bis, we went to get to the car. I asked her what she preferred: have dinner somewhere or go back to the flat. She just smiled and responded: "The flat, darling. I don't want to be surrounded by other people; I just want you."

I helped her into the car and asked the driver to take us home. He nodded and off we went. As soon as we left the more populated area, Eileen whispered that now I could touch her and placed my hand on her breast. It was easy to slip underneath the top and play with her nipple that was already waiting for me. It did not take long, and she started to move around and visibly enjoy the attention, but at that moment we arrived at my flat. She protested, but perceiving where we were, acquiesced and we got out. She had rapidly rearranged her top to a decent position, but the driver had a little smile on his face when he said good-bye.

She stopped after closing the door and turned to kiss me thoroughly, no more concerned with her makeup. I was also getting aroused and wanted more, but she stopped me.

"Darling, you go and have a shower and change, and I will do the same. When you are done, go and have a drink -- I'll call you when I have prepared supper."

Giving me one more kiss she left me standing in the living room.

I did as I was told and sat down in the sitting room, putting on some classical music and having a bit of port wine. Then I was called to the dining room where Eileen was standing at the entrance and asking me to come in and enjoy her. I reminded me that I was surely blessed by some superior being as Eileen (and Maureen!) were surely the most beautiful women in the world, and Eileen was willing to show me all her beauty. She was almost nude, only dressed in the opal pendant and the earrings, a little transparent bolero jacket that did not hide anything, and a long, grey transparent skirt made out of misty silk. When she turned to get back, the jacket moved and exposed her beautiful breasts. She smiled: she knew what effect this had on me. The table was set with candles and the music from the sitting room drifted in quietly. She asked me to sit down first and when I did this, she sat on my lap.

"Do you like what I prepared for us?"

Well, there was a lot of smoked salmon, a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka on ice, and some toast.

"First I expect you to feed me and then I expect you to fill me, darling!"

I looked at her and asked whether she meant what I saw, and she nodded.

"There's still one opening you have to take tonight, and I want us to enjoy it!"

It was a pleasure for me to feed her and fill up her shot glass, but I had to advise her to eat something first. Vodka can be deadly. I explained that the proper way to drink vodka is to eat something salty, take your glass, give a toast, say 'Nas zdarovia' and down it in one gulp. Don't do it too often!

We tried it once and then again and she was slowly blushing all over. My hand had wandered to her breast under the bolero, which suddenly she was shrugging off, and her nipple was very responsive to my caress. Then she realized that I was also present, and moving around found that my penis had increased significantly. She moved her skirt aside to get closer, but when she hit my shorts she protested. "Take it off, James. This is unfair. I'm at your complete disposal and I cannot even touch you. Unfair, I must say!"

She got up, opened my shorts and pulled everything off, and sat down again on my lap.

"Now, this is better."

She reached down and stroked my shaft and seeing that I was ready and that she was very wet already, placed it in front of her pussy.

"Now we can talk business, James. One more vodka, and one push!"

She drank her vodka, pushed my penis into her and relaxed.

"Well, James, what do you want to discuss? Business? Love? Philosophy?"

At every word she pushed herself a bit deeper, and I certainly was not interested in the vodka anymore.

"James, this is the only way to have fun. Remember when in Brisbane you mentioned your way with Maureen, but we didn't have salmon at home? I was so disappointed, but this time everything is here. Enjoy me, and us!"

By this time her movements were more vigorous, and suddenly I slipped out. When I tried to get back, I seemed to have missed the way because she told me: "Not the back door, James. Stay at the front entrance because the other door you can have in our bed. Are you interested? Now, or another vodka?"

I just picked her up and carrying her to the bedroom, placing her gently on our bed. She smiled very satisfied.

"Have your way with me, James, I had you in my mouth and in my pussy, now it is time to take me in my ass because you have to complete the blessing. I love you, now and forever!"

She turned around and got on her knees and elbows, presenting her ass for my pleasure. I bent down and kissed her cheeks, opening them and slowly pushing my finger into her anus. Then I went down farther and stroked her pussy lips; when I touched her clitoris, it was obvious that she was ready for action. I stroked it gently at first, but increased the speed after a while. Suddenly she went rigid and I felt her go through a small orgasm. However, I kept my finger possessively in her anus, and she occasionally squirmed back into it. After a while, she let out a long sigh.

"Very nice, James..." she murmured. "That was incredible, but it is not what I want right now. And if you see the little tube at the side of the bed, please use it."

I let my eyes roam over her body, seeing her little brown sphincter and the swollen pink of her pussy. When she looked back at me, her face showed a woman in deep arousal. I continued to caress her and her first ring relaxed and let my finger enter her. "Yes" she whispered and then she purred "Ummmmmm," and I felt her gently push out, relaxing her sphincter for me. I got the tube, placed a generous drop of the white cream on her anus, and my finger pushed inside again, slowly, gently, gaining entrance easily to her most private space. I stopped at her second ring, and waited for it to relax fully before I pushed in. Then I gently withdrew, and slowly pushed in further. My other hand went to her pussy and stroked her clitoris, and then moved upwards to her breast. I followed her motions, drawing out a bit as she moved back and driving into her as she went back. She grunted each time I pushed down, and when my hand went back to her clitoris, she almost sobbed.

"Please don't tease me, please take me now, please fill me up! "

Her juices ran freely now, flowing down her legs.

"Ready for a little more?" I whispered.

"Pleasssse..." she whispered back.

"So good..." she murmured. Her hips tilted up again, and she offered me everything. Her back arched, and her ass rose to meet me. She was loving this.

"James, I want you inside me. Now. I'm ready."

"I know you are." I answered. "I want to see you when I enter you: turn around and lower yourself down on me."

She lifted herself off the bed and straddled my legs, dropping more cream over my shaft. She worked her knees forward until she loomed above me. I looked up into her smile while she carefully positioned my penis at her back entrance. I placed more cream on her and on me, and we both sighed when the head nestled in her outer ring. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly lowered her hips. Surprisingly, I didn't feel much struggle as she opened to receive me. Her eyes slowly closed, and a smile appeared on her lips.

When I hit the inner ring, I did feel a moment of resistance, but Eileen slowed down and let herself adjust. Suddenly, her eyes went wide as her inner ring relaxed. It caressed the head of my shaft in a hot embrace, opening slowly but surely. She stopped, rose slightly, and sunk back down. Her ass opened up a little more, and on the next descent, the head slipped completely inside. My hands found her cheeks and caressed them.

"Ohhhhhh..." she breathed. Her eyes smiled down at mine while she continued to work me inside her. I let her see the arousal she created in me. Her ass was hot, smooth, and tight. Up and down she went.

"This is so wonderful, my love; you're all inside me."

Her hands reached back and spread her cheeks apart. She arched her back and lowered herself still farther down; within a few more strokes, she rested her full weight, my penis driven all the way inside her.

It was a miracle to behold: a beautiful, horny, hot, woman astride my hips with my shaft buried to the hilt in her ass. I slid my hands around to her firm breasts, cupping and squeezing the nipples.

"Yesssss..." she hissed, trying to sink down even farther as my cock impaled her ass. I tilted my head, and Eileen took the hint, lowering her lips down and she kissed me hungrily, pushing her tongue into a sweet duel with mine.

She moved around slowly, backwards and forwards, and circling my penis inside her. Her hot walls compressed and then released it adding to the tension. Her lips stayed glued to mine, and her breath came hot and hard. She started slow, not wanting to rush to orgasm too quickly. I could tell: she was blending the sensations coming from her ass with the familiar tingle of her pussy lips.

Soon enough, her body shifted gear, and she moved from tentative to confident. Her hips pushed back hard, and I met her thrusts. She groaned, grinding her hips each time we bottomed out. Her fingers picked up speed on her pussy, occasionally tickling my balls. Eileen was in the zone, ass full of penis and loving it. Is there anything better than this? A gorgeous woman, turned on beyond belief, dancing on the end of my shaft? Better yet, she loved me, and I loved her just as much.

Eileen speeded up her motions, and I could sense her pleasure radiating from her. I let my fingers converge on her engorged clit.

"Ahhhh! " she sighed in relief. I twisted her clit and she pushed her pussy into my hand, her breath coming in short gasps. I continued to stroke her clitoris while she was moving ever more rapidly on my penis.

"Oh, God, James, I'm going to cum!" she announced, pulling away from me.

Finally I allowed myself to look back into her eyes. Our connection was wide open, and I felt my shaft swell and harden as I observed the unalloyed lust radiating from Eileen. I pinched her clit with my fingers, and my other hand did the same with her nipple, pulling hard. My own orgasm built down below, waiting to boil over. I squeezed back, holding off. Her arousal was not only visible, but the dark smell of her dripping pussy added to the tension.

She wailed: "Oh, God, oh God, James YES ... James NOW!" as she panted in time to her thrusts. Then, her body tensed as her orgasm gathered force. Her breathing got higher in pitch, and then she threw her head back and cried out as the first spasm ripped through her. I felt her pussy tense, then her breath caught, and she screamed as her ass rebounded from my hard shaft inside. I heard more incoherent cries tear from her throat, and then my own orgasm demanded its due. I cried out my release as the first blast jetted up through my penis, spraying deep into her convulsing hot walls. Blast after blast continued and the pleasure from her clamping ass was nearly unbearable. My balls just continued to empty into her.

After I don't know how long, I felt her body slump against me. I released her nipple and lessened the pressure on her clit while we both twitched through the aftershocks. We took our time. Finally, I opened my eyes again to see hers looking deeply into mine. I could sense the slight smile playing on her face.

"Wow. What happened?" she wondered.

"That's called soul-crashing, darling." and I added with a smile "You are truly beautiful."

Eileen chuckled. "So you think a woman screaming out in mindless ecstasy is beautiful, huh?"

"As long as you do it, every time."

I felt myself slowly dropping out and she moved away, laying at me my side. Our combined fluids were threatening to wet our bed, so I got up and handed her a washcloth. She cleaned herself and then me and at the end, she kissed my penis.

"Thank you for a memorable and unforgettable experience -- you have concluded my blessing. Now I am complete again, and all yours."

She snuggled up into my arms and put her head on my shoulder.

"James, I don't know how to say this, but I feel that I do belong to you, being a part of you and offering myself totally to you. I'm not an obedient slave, but what you want, I'll do happily and willingly. I'll tell you when I'm not happy and expect you to consider this, but at the end, you decide what to do with me. I know that you'll protect me, and I'll always be at your side supporting whatever you want."

She hesitated for a moment, but then continued.

"I also know that your relationship with Maureen is something very special and I'll always refer to her on this matter and will never do anything that might disturb either of you, but outside of this I expect that I'm part of our family. I expect also that I'm not left alone on the outside; you know that I'm more active sexually than Maureen and I need to be loved and occasionally taken to confirm our bonding. You should be happy since you have now two beautiful women who adore you, who want to make love to you as often as possible, and at the same time want to be in your arms and just be close and content. And who knows -- once in a while you can take both of us at the same time!"

She smiled and moved around until she found the right place to relax.

"James, I'm most wonderfully exhausted. Can we sleep now? Tomorrow is another day and who knows what will happen?"

I agreed as even I was tired.

Chapter 20: Work and Fun in the Office

The next morning I woke up alone as Eileen had already started to prepare breakfast. The smell of coffee was drifting in through the open door, and I could hear occasionally the clatter of dishware and cutlery. Then Eileen came back and smiled. "James, breakfast is ready. Get up, sleepy-head."

She was again undressed in her wispy grey gown that promised everything. I shook my head and told her that I would not get out of bed before she had paid her dues. She sighed and came closer, and bending over, she offered her breasts. I was disappointed since they were still covered, and I shook my head again. She told the world: "Here I am, having prepared breakfast for my man, coming to get him, giving him my puppies to caress, and he wants more?"

I waited, however, until she lowered the top part of the gown and this time presented her uncovered breasts for me to kiss, which I did with great dedication. She slowly moved downwards and pushed her breasts into my mouth, moaning and whispering that I was evil. I touched and kissed and stroked and sucked, and at the end, bit gently. This was enough to send her into a small orgasm; she was really very sensitive on her breasts and I enjoyed this greatly. Then she shook herself coming out of her trance and gave me a kiss.

"Now, Mr. Winter, you have what you wanted. Get up and have your breakfast! We've to discuss what we'll do today!"