by Opal Cole
I repeated her gesture and pushed more cream into her. Her little hole started to widen a bit and one finger slid in easily. I wondered how my shaft could ever enter there and used more cream and two fingers entered also.
"Now, darling. Now take me!"
She got on her knees and supported by her arms, presented her back to me. Her hole glittered from the cream and it opened and closed slowly. I put my penis at the entrance and pushed slowly forward. It did not enter immediately, and Maureen pushed back further. The tip of my shaft entered an inch and stopped.
She moaned in desperation and shouted: "Take me, James. Take me now!" and pushed herself strongly against my penis. With a plop, it entered and she stopped. It must have hurt because she whispered "Wait a moment. I have to adjust myself to you inside myself" and she moved a bit to the front and back again. Slowly I was gliding farther into her and suddenly I had penetrated her completely.
I was so excited that I almost came; again, geometry and calculus can tame the most excited man. She was so tight it must have been difficult for her to accept me, but now she started to move again. I just followed her example and slowly she was getting looser inside, and her movements became more agitated. I put my fingers on her pussy and started to massage her clitoris, and the other hand held her breast, stroking her nipple. This seemed to help her, and she started to become a bit noisy, asking me to take her, to move deeper, to stroke her faster, and suddenly she yelled "YES! NOW! YES! "and when I exploded inside her and filled her up, she shuddered and collapsed. I felt once more the mist coming up and wrapping itself around us.
The same voice whispered: "You are complete now. Be happy together for all of your life." and a very happy and complete emotion filled us. I stayed deep inside her and when I started to relax, she moved again. My penis was apparently interested in a continuation of the game and stroked her insides, and she lifted her hips again and pushed me back into her. We started again and after a long time came once more together, and then fell asleep in one another's arms, completely exhausted.
When we woke up later, my penis had slipped out and when she stretched lazily, her face showed that our making love had been painful. I took her face in my hands and asked slowly: "Did I hurt you? I apologize - I did not want to hurt you, my love!"
"Darling, it did hurt at first, but I wanted you inside me, I wanted you to take me there, but slowly the pain diminished, and the pleasure started. And when I came the first time it was so exciting, but when we came together the second time it was out of this world. It is not better than making love, but it´s completely different, erotic, sexy, and satisfying in a different way. It is not something I want to do every night, but I definitely want to do it again! But now I want more salmon, vodka and a long and loving kiss, but not necessarily in this order!"
When we got up, she looked down and felt my seeds seeping out of her anus. She opened her legs, reached down and rubbed the cream into her legs and then licked her fingers clean.
"James, look what you have done to me, but now I want food, please. I need it!"
I could only shake my head. That was a side of my love that I had not expected, but had I not asked her to be sexually adventurous? And did I not enjoy it tremendously?
We finished the salmon, had more vodka and returned to bed. I asked her what had happened at the pharmacy and she blushed prettily.
"There were these three girls standing at the counter and when I asked for the cream, they looked at me and asked me whether it was the first time I would be taken in my ass, then they went on giving me recommendations on how to prepare myself for my man, how to prepare him, and they went from bad to worse. I had to run away because I could not stand it anymore, with me red all over and they were laughing their head off."
I placed my arms around her, and she put her head on my shoulder: the perfect image of a happy couple satisfied in life. She grimaced a bit when she moved around, but she was smiling all the time, so it cannot have been too bad. Slowly the vodka took its effect on her and she closed her eyes. I kissed her on her lips and her two nipples; after all, rules have to be obeyed and if she could not offer her breasts to me for kissing, I could always take the initiative myself. As she had said, they were mine, and pulling a cover over us we fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I saw her gazing at me. Her eyes were full of love and she started to smile when she saw me opening my eyes. "My lord and master, what do you want to do with me today or do to me if you so wish? Do you want to make love? Do you want that I love you with my mouth? Do you want to take me in my ass - it is still sensitive, but it's yours if you want it."
Maureen was still thinking that she had to be available for my desires at every moment. Once more I tried to explain my thoughts on this important matter.
"Maureen, darling, I'm not a man who only thinks about using the body of the woman who loves him. I'll want to make love very often, but you also have a soul and a mind, not only a body. So how about having breakfast and deciding what to do for the rest of the day - I already know what I want to do at night."
I tried to amuse her and leered at her. Groucho Marx was one of my favorite actors and I had tried often to imitate his gestures. This time it did not work; she stared at me and asked whether I was ill? I told her about my efforts to outdo Groucho and she just said that I needed a lot more practice.
She got up telling me she would prepare breakfast; her mother had taught her to do some tasty waffles. She walked to the bathroom door when I called her back: "Where are my get-up kisses?"
She came back and kissed me, nicely and warmly, and went back to the bathroom. "Where are my other get-up kisses?" and leaned back, closing my eyes. She sighed and came back once more. She leaned down and gave me one nipple to kiss, then the other.
"Satisfied now, my lord?"
"Not really, you could've put a bit more effort into it, but you also need a lot of practice, my dear; since I'm a generous person, however, I'll help you, and will remind you, however, whenever you fail with this task."
She sighed once more and seemed to ask herself what she had gotten into, but there was a sweet smile on her face.
She could do very tasty waffles, indeed, and with a glass of sparkling wine we had a beautiful breakfast, improved by her wearing her knitted cover again. Putting the dishes in the dishwasher, we withdrew to the sitting room to decide the rest of the day. I sat on the couch and she moved onto my lap even as there was a lot of space available, but she seemed to need a comfortable lap and a hand on her breast more. My penis showed some interest, but I told it to cool down: this was decision time.
She snuggled back and forth until she had found the right spot (and I told my penis once more to cool down, but this time more energetically) and my hand found again her exposed breast.
"James, you seem to have an infatuation with my breasts. I adore this, but what do you like most about me?"
"Darling, if I've to tell you what I like most about you, I'm unable to decide. What impressed me first were your eyes and your hair - you will remember that there was not much else to see in your grunge costume. The more I saw of you, the more I loved your smile, your intelligence, your wit, your breasts, your body, but I what I like most is you, Maureen, is your love, your affection, your dedication, your willingness to try new things. Your all is infinitely better than the individual parts! Coming back to your breasts, I will always remember the first time I touched them and the first time I kissed them; they are our symbol of you giving me your trust and confidence that we would be happy together. Yes, I love your breasts and I love to touch them and kiss them and hold them, and I will love this forever."
She practically purred as she moved into me.
"James, you do have all the right answers to make me very happy, and I do enjoy your attention, but not only to my breasts, but to other parts of my body, too."
She took my hand and pushed it down to her pussy, which had appeared when she moved her body on my hip.
/> "This part needs attention, too!"
My penis wanted to participate in the conversion also and there was no mathematic formula left to keep it away. She moved a little bit more, it grew a little bit more, and suddenly there was a close encounter of the sexual kind. She came up and sat on my lap, which caused my shaft to inquire where to go, and looking down, she touched it, rubbed it and said: "Make up your mind, kind sir, where you want to go. Front or back?"
It wanted the front entrance and glided slowly in, until it was completely embedded. And so we made wonderful love again, she sitting on my lap with my shaft deep inside her, I holding her firmly in my arms, with her looking at me with her huge eyes wide open, her tongue licking her lips, and she whining and begging to move faster and deeper. And then she came and took me with her. What a wonderful morning!
When we relaxed, she grinned and said that she could not get up. The moment I would slide out of her, all her and my juices would flood the couch, and did I have enough money to buy a new one? Because her pussy was flooded...
No problem, I told her, picked her up with me still inside her and carried her to our bathroom. She was right: when I slipped out, there was a torrent of our combined liquids spurting out. A hot shower cleaned us up and we got back to the sitting room to discuss the day. When she started to get back onto my lap (and this time the only thing she wore was a turban on her hair) I told her rather firmly that she had to stay on the other side of the couch: this was a serious discussion for the last day we could be together. She would go back to Brisbane tomorrow morning and I wanted not to lose one minute.
"Do you want to imply that making love to me is a loss of time? Have we arrived at that stage already?"
I realized that I had fallen into a hole and if there was one thing I had learned in the past, it was that once you realize this, stop digging.
"No, my love, all I want is to go out with you, have a nice lunch, perhaps go back to the Park where I touched you the first time, come home and make love to have substance and memories for the weeks we would be apart."
"Do you mean that you prefer to go out, look at other women, eat for hours in a restaurant, go for a walk in a park - do you really want to do this instead of looking at me nude, open to every fantasy you might have, offering you my breasts that you stated you love so much, and holding me in your arms? James, what am I going to do with you?"
She started to smile and recommended that I never ever should get into such a discussion again; men were hopeless and tended to make the situation worse with every word they were able to say. The only solution was to go down on one's knee and ask for forgiveness. I got up and bent my knee and she laughed.
"James, you have to learn a lot about women - no, I withdraw that. You have to learn a lot about me. This was a joke and you fell straight into it. Of course I want to go out with you, have a nice lunch and come back to make love again. We women can respond quickly to a man's advances, but to enjoy it, you have to give me some time to recover. You can still get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness even if you did nothing wrong - I would enjoy it. You might even get a reward!"
So I got back down on my knees, asked for forgiveness for whatever I had not done, and she offered me her lips for a sweet kiss. Then looking at me still on my knee, placed her hands under her breasts and presented them proudly.
"You like them so much - enjoy them! " And I did.
We made it finally out of the flat, drove around a bit along the beaches, with her showing off in the Porsche; there was even a sign showing an access to a topless beach and Maureen asked me whether I wanted to get out of the car and walk a bit at the beach, but I had learned my lesson and said indignantly that I only wanted to look at her ( I heard her mumble 'Liar', but I ignored that), had a light lunch, did go back to the Gap to do some serious freckle hunting, and drove home. There was still some salmon and ice-cold vodka left, and when we went to bed, I made her come with tenderness and then, as she cried out to take her roughly, to take her as I wanted, anywhere and anyhow. I was rather proud of myself that I had control enough to wait for her final release and when we both came, I had to change the linen myself, so that we could sleep in a dry bed. She had learned her lesson; before we fell asleep, she kissed me deeply and then gave me her two nipples to say goodnight, too. She was getting well trained!
When I woke up, there was a wonderful feeling on my penis. She had slipped down and engulfed it with her mouth. She was happily purring and moving her face up and down on my shaft, rubbing it a bit, licking the top before drawing it in deep again. It was getting more exciting every second and at last, I could not hold it anymore. I exploded into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. With a satisfied smile she said: "Now I can go back to Brisbane, filled up fully in every hole I could give you. It will be hell without you, but I can now remember and feel every moment until we are together again. Please don't make this a long wait, James. I want you back in my arms, and I back in yours."
There was not time enough to return the favor since she had an early flight. She jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. I whistled and she turned back.
"James, we don't have the time!", but I just stayed there and waited. She groaned, looked towards the ceiling, mumbled something like 'Men' and came back. I will admit, however, that she came back with a smile. She kissed me, offered her breasts for a long good-morning kiss, and then jumped back towards the bathroom. I used the other one and forgetting breakfast, drove her to the airport.
She was almost the last passenger to board, but there was enough time for a deep kiss and for her to place my hand on her breast.
"Remember this feeling. They are yours and they want to be held by you as soon as possible. Make it happen! "and blowing me a kiss, she vanished in the gate.
The stewardess looked at me and asked with a smile: "Do you have a brother? The way the lady looked at you and you at her, you must be so very happy! I'm jealous!"
"Sorry, no brother, and we are, and I miss her already."
A Fantasy about Love Pt. 03
Chapter 10: A Deepening Relationship
The next two weeks were busy. We won a medium-sized account, but lost a slightly bigger one. I visited the customer in Sydney, I could not convince him, however, to stay with us. His argument was that the competitor had a lower price. I showed him that just the change from one system to the other and the re-programming of practically all software was more expensive (and significantly so) than the reduction in the cost of equipment. It did not help, and I wished him good luck (later I found out that money had changed hands and when he came back groveling, he had to pay dearly). Our proposal to NT came along nicely and I was proud of our people; especially what Jim had done. What had been a Hail Mary pitch had turned into a very decent business proposal and if NT were to accept it, the deal would become a shiny feather in our cap. My boss approved the proposal, set a few limits on what I could negotiate, the CEO, Sir Allan Moise, was smiling satisfied – after all, there was finally some real new business coming in – and I asked my people to set up another meeting.
My relationship with Maureen was wonderful and painful. Wonderful, because when talking at night, we saw how close we were in soul and heart. Painful, because we saw how far we were from each other in physical distance. I told her of the upcoming presentation to NT and even at long-distance I heard the glee in her voice.
"Leave it to me, darling" was all she said.
I had tried to make the presentation as soon as possible, but there were some inexplicable obstacles, and when the date was set, I saw Maureen's hand in it. A Friday morning!
We flew to Brisbane on Thursday afternoon and met our local colleagues for dinner and rehearsal. They had been involved in the planning, were happy with the proposal and were looking forward to the meeting. Maureen called me at night and wished me goodnight, telling me that tomorrow I could give my goodnight kisses on the appropriate places. She had also already prepared her bedroom for my visit; when I as
ked what her mother had said to this, she just told me "I didn't ask!"
Off we went in the morning to the meeting at NT. The receptionist was friendly, rather pretty, and served tea while we waited the obligatory 10 minutes. Then we were ushered into the Board Room, austere like the rest of the building and where four directors of the company were waiting. Everyone introduced himself and then Eileen walked in. Actually, it was not Eileen, but Mrs. Monahan. She had dressed again in a severe business suit, elegant and impressive. She definitively was a stunning beauty if she wanted to be one, and she seemed to want this all the time. Maureen was not yet in her class; after all, she was only half the age of her mother, but she would never be outclassed.
"Mr. Winter, thank you for coming for this presentation. I believe that you have been introduced to my friends and I remember you and your colleagues from the last meeting. I also have been told that you have other commitments this afternoon, so it might be a good idea to begin. "
She said this with a friendly, but decisive voice and I could not help comparing the executive before me with the woman that had walked topless in front of me two weeks ago. What a difference – and what a stupid idea to think about at this moment!
"Mrs. Monahan, thank you for inviting us once more. We spent a lot of time on this proposal and you will see that it has improved significantly. I'd like to thank your people who gave us input where we needed it, and we believe that it'll show you that there is a great future for your company, not only in this region, but all over the country. You will be a real Nationwide Transport, and you will make life for your competitors rather unpleasant."
And then I went into my presentation. It went well: points were raised, questions were answered, doubts were resolved and at the end, we looked at her and I said: "This is the proposal we can make to NT. It will require you to make some major moves in reorganizing your company, and we believe that everything you might require to think about this is included in the document I have handed over now, but if there were anything you still need to come to a decision, we are at your disposal."
