by Opal Cole
She saw me looking and came over to give me a kiss; I used the opportunity to take her breast in my hand and lift it to kiss it also. She said "The other one, too!" and turned a bit so that I had access to her other breast. The red points were suddenly gone, and she licked my mouth to wipe off the makeup that I had kissed away.
We sat down at the table and I thanked her for her effort. There was an item missing, so she got up from her seat at the other side of the table and coming back, she looked at me and said that I was too far away. She pushed me back a bit and sat on my lap saying that this was better. We fed each other and she told me what had happened to her during the week: her studies, her friends and that she wanted to introduce me to them, her relationship with her mother, which was better than ever, and that perhaps at night she would tell me what happened there. When she moved around, her contact with me got closer and closer, and she felt that my response was already looking for other things than food. She smiled and wriggled more, and my shaft went from hard to harder.
"Take off your shorts, my love. This can be much more comfortable!"
She pushed her gown up to her waist and sat down again and to my delight it was much more comfortable and pleasant that way. She kissed me, put her head on my shoulder and whispered: "Tell George that he has to decide what he wants. The back door is closed needing lubrication, but if he knocks politely, the front door is wide open for him!"
So George knocked politely and was invited in. If it was enjoyable before, it became quite delirious now. She moved to get something from the other side of the table; when she sat back George entered as deep as was possible and moving around, she started to feel aroused. The smell from her pussy was getting stronger than the perfume she was wearing, and I felt some fluids leaking out. Then she started to tremble, closed her eyes, embraced me and came with a contented sigh.
"This is the way to have tea for two, my love! But poor George is still waiting for his turn, and I can´t do this to my best friend! Let's clear this away and I'll make certain that he's as happy as I am!"
It took just a few minutes to have the kitchen clean again and we retired to the bedroom. She took off her gown, lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. "George, it's your turn now. Come and get it!"
I bent down and kissed her. "Where did I stop before?"
She pointed to her pussy and I went to the edge of the bed and slowly kissed my way from her feet to her thigh. She had come already once and was wet and hot with arousal and when I arrived at the junction of her legs and blew some air over her pussy, she trembled again, and more fluids came spurting out. I made myself comfortable and started to kiss her pussy with enthusiasm; she adjusted herself for me and her lips opened wider for my tongue to enter.
I loved her juices; they were light and spicy, and it seemed that she had a lot of them for me to enjoy. I licked and kissed, and one finger entered her. Her clitoris appeared and wanted attendance and I complied with great delight. She arched her hips and suddenly told me to stop this nonsense: she wanted me now.
So I obeyed and entered her slowly. When I bottomed out, she smiled satisfied and then she started to moan and whispered "Oh God, yes..." and when my fingers found her nipples, already erect and waiting, I rolled the hard points, and she arched her chest into my hands. As I started a rocking motion, she hummed her approval as I cupped her firm breasts. I glanced into Maureen's eyes, seeing trust, happiness, and something deeper radiating back at me. I responded, not knowing exactly what I communicated, but seeing it was something good from the little smile that played at the corners of her mouth. I tried to fix this moment in my mind and to appreciate everything that was happening. I had a beautiful woman in my bed, I was deep inside her, and we were clearly happy to be together. Her pussy slid around my cock, driving a stream of fiery pleasure that flowed throughout my body. I could see the pleasure flow through her body as well, and I could feel the tension in her nipples as they moved under my fingers.
I relaxed as much as I could to allow Maureen to catch up to me. However, her smile turned wicked as she picked up the pace on my shaft, arching her back to grind deeply into me. I felt the signs of a one-way trip to orgasm, so I gave in to the sensations. Maureen's look changed to satisfaction as she saw that I was lost.
My skin tingled, my muscles tensed, and I clamped down to prolong the climb. Finally, the pressure was too much, and I crunched up, squeezing my eyes tight as my penis throbbed in sweet agony. She tightened her inner muscles, adding even more pressure to the base of my shaft.
"Oh, God..." I moaned, and then I grunted with each blast of cum into Maureen's clutching pussy. I forgot everything as I filled her with my seeds.
After a long while, I opened my eyes. Her eyes positively danced back at me, as she was immensely pleased with herself.
"You see, my love, what you can do to me! You don't always have to put me first; I love it when you take me, and I can feel your explosion deep inside me!"
Now she was also really turned on, and I felt her hips starting up again and she pulled me down for a deep kiss. Once more I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and she gasped in pleasure. She lifted her legs to place them around my hips and pressed down sharply.
"Yessss..." she breathed as I increased the pressure. I was still stiff and took the hint, twisting the hard nubs in time to Maureen's motions below me. This time, I got to watch her climb to orgasm. Her eyes lost focus, a blush spread down her chest, and her muscles tensed. We found the right rhythm to increase our pleasure like a heaving wave and she hunkered down, held her breath, and then exploded.
"Ahhhhhh!" she wailed, and she jerked and quivered through a powerful orgasm. Her face contorted in concentration as she tried to deal with the forces whirling within her. I watched her, fascinated by the expressions on her face: love, trust, excitement, enthusiasm, but principally love.
I was happy again -- my love had given herself to me.
We stayed joined together for a long time, occasionally rocking through a spike in the afterglow. I let my hands drift over Maureen's legs, back, and ass, feeling the smooth skin as she purred beside me. I loved feeling her so close, and it was hard to let go. We kissed, and smiled, and laughed, and kissed some more.
She looked down when her favorite friend George finally slipped out, followed by a flood of creamy liquids. She smiled and said: "Look at the poor little guy. One moment he's all powerful and the next one he's small and crinkled. Let's see what I can do."
She moved down carefully because after all, our juices were slowly dripping on our bed. She took my shaft in her hands and gave the tip a little kiss, then glancing at me, took it in her mouth.
"Delicious" was all she said and dedicated herself to the cleaning of my penis. Even with this special attention it responded only weakly -- after all, it had expended all its energies in the last minutes. Then she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, with our liquids dripping down her legs. "Come on, lazy one! Let's have a shower together!"
I followed her and when we were in the shower stall, she looked at me and opened her lips for a kiss. I knew what she was waiting for: would I accept her kiss after she had swallowed our cum? I smiled and kissed her hard and she was satisfied. We made certain that every spot on our body was cleaned carefully (George showed the first signs of life), and we dried each other gently. When we went back to bed, she stretched herself lazily and purred content.
"This is the way to finish a day, my love. Thank you for all you have given me. I really needed this."
"I was more than happy to help. Let me know whenever I can be of help."
"Always ready to help a girl out?"
I laughed. "Always ready to help you out, my love. The truth is that I'll always count myself lucky just to be with you, making love or not."
Her eyes softened. "Thanks, James." She kissed me again, slow and tender.
"I'll dream well tonight."
"I, too. Good night."
Maureen turned, and after kissing the tips of her b
reasts, I spooned behind her, drifting off with thoughts of how lucky I really was.
Morning came, and I awoke to find Maureen's sparkling eyes looking into mine. I kissed her lightly.
"Morning, my love. Last night was again wonderful. I'm so happy to be with you, my love, you cannot imagine. And looking at you looking at me -- this is the best way to wake up."
"Last night was better than wonderful -- there are no words I can find easily to describe what I am feeling. All I know is that I love you and I'm with you -- and by the way, George is my best friend now!"
We discussed what to do during the day and I had a brilliant idea: I would get Peter to invite us to dinner.
"Do you remember that he called you a little mouse -- may I suggest that we show him who you really are?"
She jumped up, smiling maliciously and very excited about the idea.
"May I go to a good hairdresser? Mom knows someone here in Sydney. And I'll have a manicure and a massage and a face mask and ... Why are you looking at me that way?"
"I thought I had you for myself today and now you are planning to go away for how many hours? Hairdresser, manicure, massage, and what else? Six hours? Seven? Just to impress Peter? Be yourself and he will be overwhelmed!"
"My love, I want to make a glamorous entrance. Long dress, makeup, the whole deal. May I do this at least once? I'll show him what a little mouse is! I'll make it up to you later, I swear!"
What could I do? She jumped out from the bed, jumped back again and gave me her breasts to kiss, leaned down and kissed George.
"Hi, best friend. Good morning and thank you for taking me last night with love and strength! I love you, too; not as much as James and don't be sad, there is nothing or nobody I could love as much, but you're always very welcome in me!"
She ran to the bathroom, yelling that I should make breakfast because she had no time left. I wondered what had happened to the lazy morning cuddle but did as ordered. She came to the kitchen dressed in a very proper blue top, tennis shorts and some running shoes. Giving me a quick kiss, she stuffed herself with toast and jam, drank black coffee and vanished to the living room to make phone calls. The only thing left for me was to clean up and see what she needed now. She told me that she had called her Mom and that Eileen had arranged already time in a spa for massage, etc. etc. Would I please get her there? She was late already and I better hurry.
I got her there in record time and she jumped out.
"I'll call you when I'm ready! You´ll have to dress formally and tell Peter that I want to go to the most elegant restaurant in Sydney! " and there I was, all alone in my car without knowing what to do. I went back to the flat and called Peter.
"Peter, my friend, Maureen is in Sydney and wants to go out to dinner with you and me. She said that you still owe her a dinner from the night you expulsed us from your house. May I suggest that you pay your debt, and she wants the most elegant restaurant in town and formal clothes!"
Peter was silent for a moment and then asked me: "Are you certain that you know what you are doing? I know the right place, but it's a very elegant and snobby venue, and it's quite expensive. I know that you're engaged to her, but do you really want to get her into an environment that she's not accustomed to?"
"Well, if you are afraid of the bill, I'll pay it. Maureen just wants to go out tonight and since you're a friend (or at least she believes that you are a friend) she wants to do this in style! Are you OK with it?"
"Well, you're my friend and since she's your fiancée, I'll do it. Consequences are on you, James!"
I asked him to call me where and when and made tea. It was not the formal thing that happens when I was in Brisbane, but I did know how to brew a decent Earl Grey tea, and my tea service was not shabby, either. Considering that I was abandoned and lonely, I got my Cuban rum bottle out and poured a few drops into the tea. It was a considerable improvement and I needed some support. Then I put 'Carmen' on the speakers with full loudness (damn the neighbors) and listened to poor Dom José getting seduced out of his mind. Served Carmen right to get killed -- how could she do this to him? He had this wonderful relationship with Micaela and then, just on a whim, she destroyed his name and career.
At noon Maureen called me between stages of her treatment and said that Mom had called a boutique, where the owner was a good friend of hers and had some dresses sent over for her to decide what she might wear at night. I told her that this was getting out of control -- all we had was dinner with a friend, but she said quite firmly that she would make him swallow the 'little mouse' remark. Would I also send a car over to pick her up when she was ready? The Porsche would not do it. And would I eat on my own? She would get lunch at the spa and perhaps I could prepare tea at about six o'clock when she expected to be home? Then she would need another 45 minutes to be ready to go out. And I should not forget that she loved me and I would get a really great reward tonight.
"Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am ..." was the only response, but I realized she had hung up already. Lord and Master! Hah!
Later Peter called me and said that he had called in some favors and that we had reservations at The Rocks at the Quay and at seven o'clock.
"Please be on time -- they cancel if you are 10 minutes late. You wanted the best restaurant and this is it."
He mentioned that it was recently appointed as one of the best 60 restaurants in the world and I should prepare my credit card. I was his friend, but this was out of his class.
I called the car company to pick up Maureen and to be at our disposal tonight (it is nice to have the means to go out on a limb once in a while and burn money) and waited for Maureen to appear.
When she opened the door, she called out loud for me not to stare as she was not ready yet. Obviously I did watch her and it was a strange sight. Her hair in curlers, her cheeks covered in some mask, a white robe covering her from shoulder to feet, and a dress hanger in her hand. She glared at me when I started to make a comment about her strange appearance.
"James, I love you, but please get out of my way. I need coffee in twenty minutes and then you have your love back. This is a once in a lifetime performance and please forgive me, but this time, I wanted to do it."
She vanished in our bedroom and I stood there, probably with a rather stupid impression on my face. What had I gotten myself into? Where was Maureen, my love and future wife? It was already getting late and I advised her to hurry up, she had no more than twenty minutes before we had to leave. She grunted something and I went to get coffee ready. I had dressed already in a blazer, dark grey slacks, a white, button-down dress shirt and a red and blue Jim Thomson tie -- quite nice, if I may say so.
The door opened and a woman -- no, a lady -- came out who I had difficulties to recognize. Could she be a creature from outer space? She was looking at me and after a while she said: "James, please pick up your chin from the floor."
There was a woman I did not recognize.
It was a stunning creature that left you with your senses somehow dimmed. She had her hair done up high, her lustrous color emphasized by little brilliant pieces that seemed to keep it in place. There was a lot of glimmer like stardust had been sprayed over her hair. Then slowly looking down there was a face that, as Christopher Marlowe wrote over 400 years ago, could have launched a thousand ships. Her huge eyes were emphasized by dark green makeup, her cheeks with a light blush, and her full lips with a bright red gloss. She wore big red and green opal earrings -- they were new to me -- and on her slender neck was the pendant I had given her as my first present. On her finger was the opal ring, and on her left arm a diamond bracelet that shone from afar. Her dress denied a definition whether it was decent or not: it was light beige with lots of lace that led one to question whether it was transparent or not; the décolleté was showing off the swell of her pert breasts; and the dress fell down to her feet showing her slender figure to her best advantage. The green sandals demonstrated her small and beautiful feet; over all, she was a stunning and gorgeous woman and co
mpletely unknown to me.
She looked at me and her smile slowly diminished.
"Don't you like it? It's for you, my love!"
I gazed at her and only said that she was absolutely beautiful, but not the woman I loved. She was a woman who had spent a day to be produced to be admired, but not the woman I had kissed and loved since I first saw her. Her face fell and she started to cry.
"My love, I did this just for you, so that you can be proud of me when we enter that restaurant. I wanted that every man in the room is jealous and every woman envious that we are the perfect couple."
"Maureen, I'm proud of you and want to show you off whether you wear something like this or just a little dress -- I care only about you; I admit that it's wonderful when we enter a public room and people's eyes light up when they see you in your beauty. I'm just overwhelmed now; please forgive my reaction."
"James, if you don't like this, I'll take it off and dress differently as I have a cocktail dress with me. It will just take five minutes to change and take off the makeup."
I recovered from my shock and smiled at her.
"My love, you are stunning, and I am proud to be with you. This is just a different side of you that I had not seen before. I love you whatever you wear or not wear. Let's go to the restaurant; the little mouse will have her grand entrance. Let me just take a photograph of you for me to look at whenever I'm alone."
The car was waiting, and I was amused when I saw the face of the driver staring at Maureen, but he recovered fast and I opened the door for her. We arrived at the Rock with a few minutes to spare and when we entered, there was a moment of silence. Then there was a few whispers and stunned silence again. Heads turned and people stared: as Maureen had wanted it, the women seemed to be jealous (or envious) and the men envious (or jealous). It was the grand entrance she had wanted.
Peter was already there on a table in a small alcove at the end of the dining room and turned around when the room became silent. He looked at me, started to smile and then looked at Maureen. The smile stopped and was replaced by a look of utter astonishment. He shook his head to clear his vision and looked again. It was obviously me, but who was the woman at my side? We came closer and it slowly dawned on him. He closed his eyes once more and getting up, he took Maureen's hand and kissed it.
