A Fantasy About Love

by Opal Cole

  They suddenly exploded in applause and shook my hand -- the ladies even tried a little kiss on my cheek, and Mary Ann hugged me for a moment and her kiss was not so little. Well, everyone was happy, and I had resolved another problem to my satisfaction.

  Lunch was a sandwich and tea (I seemed to have become accustomed to the liquid), and I had time to go through my emails. Mary Ann was very competent as always and I wondered what would happen if she changed her clothes and spend some time on herself. Somebody had told me that she was engaged, but she did not seem to be very happy. I returned to my own problems and saw that, as always, she had sorted all documents to my priorities. I knew again how lucky I was with the people I had found in Australia! There were a few that had to be brought into line, but generally, the level of competence was very high. Some of the email I could answer immediately, others needed some thought. When I was ready to go home and dress for the dinner, Mary Ann called me and said that Sir Allen and Mr. Cunningham wanted to see me. She smiled from one side of her face to the other, and I asked her whether she was happy with the money.

  "This, too, but the best of luck to you now. You deserve it."

  I sat down and told her to come into my office.

  "What is happening? I know that I am not an ingrained member of the gossip mill, but would you please tell me what is going on? I don't want to be caught by surprise. Am I going to be fired?"

  She stared at me and shook her head.

  "You really don't know what is happening? Are you deaf? Don't you talk to anybody in this company?"

  I admitted that I was not into gossiping at the coffee machine; actually I preferred tea as she knew. She shook her head again and muttered that she had to teach me office politics -- after getting permission from my fiancé, obviously. This time it was my move to shake my head and I asked her if there were any secrets in this company? Not many, she replied, and secretaries talked all the time and please remember this in the future! And then she pushed me off to my meeting.

  Sir Allan's secretary had the same funny expression on her face as Mary Ann, a combination of a smile, support, and happiness. For me?

  Sir Allan, Mr. Cunningham, and Frank were waiting for me.

  "Please sit down." Sir Allan said. "We would like to thank you first for the excellent job you did on NT, the leadership you showed in guiding and developing your staff, the decisions you made under pressure, and the relationship you have nurtured with your customers and prospects. All in all, a job well done. We decided, however, that you're in the wrong position and will change your responsibilities."

  I was utterly confused now -- I was applauded for my work and then I had to leave? My confusion must have shown on my face as Sir Allan smiled and continued: "Frank has accepted a marketing position in NY HQ and will leave in four weeks' time. We need a replacement and are offering you the position of Director of Marketing. Will you accept?"

  I looked from one to the other.

  "Have you thought this through? I'm here for less than a year and there are people who have much more seniority than I. How can I be sure that they'll support me? I have had experience in other countries and even in HQ, but this is a position with much more responsible position than I had before. I know that I can handle it, but are you certain? I am an expat -- what to do when my time ends?"

  Sir Allan stepped in. "James, we thought it through, and we are certain that you can handle it. You've been here for less than a year as you said, but our contacts inside and outside the company are very happy with you and everyone will be happy to see you getting this promotion. You're engaged to a beautiful young Australian lady and that will give you enough incentive to stay here for a long time. I saw you handling a very delicate situation extremely well when we had our little difficulties with NT. We are certain that any difficulties you will have inside and outside the company -- and there will be many, especially outside -- you will resolve as quietly and firmly as you did then in Brisbane."

  Mr. Cunningham added that he had talked already to his counterparts in HQ and in the countries I had worked in and all supported the promotion. It might even be difficult for Sir Allan to keep me here if I was going to be as successful as they thought: HQ always needed good people. He told me that I should prepare to come to HQ soon and visit the right people and then looked at Sir Allan and told him to keep good care of me.

  I asked Frank whether he was satisfied to go to HQ. He looked at me and said that he needed HQ experience since up to now, he had only worked in Australia and perhaps that had clouded his vision in certain moments. It was a good position and he would learn a lot. I did not really know what to say, but I remembered one phrase I had heard a long time ago 'never miss a good chance to shut up' and wished him the best of luck. I would need the same in Australia to follow up the good work he had done here. Then they told me to go home and be back for dinner at the QUAY restaurant. I hoped that Sir Allan had the budget to pay for it, because I would certainly not!

  I floated out of the office and Sir Allan's secretary had one look at me and came over to give me a kiss. "Congratulations, Mr. Winter. You deserve it. May I just give you a hint for your survival in Australia? It is quaint and shows your German education, but in Australia we call each other by his or her first name -- certain people excluded, obviously, but there are few."

  "Does everybody in this company except me knows about this change?"

  "Yes. It seems that you live in another world -- please come back and get involved. Your job now is much more about people management than seducing a customer. It was a good move to seduce the daughter of a prospect..." (and she grinned maliciously) "but stop there. There would be problems, my friend!"

  I thought that she did not have the faintest ideas about the problems I had with that prospect, but kept my mouth shut. She was highly intelligent, pretty in a more mature way, and she had access to Sir Allan. That, I knew by now, was important.

  "Thank you for your advice; it is useful, and I had not really considered this important before. So: may I call you Irene?"

  "It is a pleasure, James. Keep it up. Who knows where you'll end up in this company or in any other?"

  I looked at her and then smiled. "Are you part of the gossip mill that Mary Ann told me about today?"

  "James, I'm the general manager of the mill, so be careful!"

  When I entered my office Peter, two others from my group and Mary Ann were waiting for me. One look at me and Mary Ann jumped forward, embraced me and gave me a medium-sized kiss.

  "Congratulations, boss. You deserve it and we are all very happy! " and she whispered: "A pity that you are already engaged..."

  I stared at her; I remembered that she was rumored to be engaged also, but somehow, I gathered that that would not have been a great obstruction. And then Peter and the others stepped forward and congratulated me for my promotion. I looked at Peter and he shook his head.

  "I was never in the running and I'm happy that my friend got the job. Imagine I'd have to train another bloody foreigner! But go home now and relax as there's still the dinner tonight, and I am certain that Maureen will be interested in the news, too!"

  When I got home, I did not feel Maureen in the flat and when I opened the door there was only a note that she had gone to the hairdresser. I was disappointed because I wanted to tell her immediately the good news, but I understand hairdressers and similar have a much higher priority for women than for husbands. I was also home much earlier than I had told her in the morning, so she must have thought that she had much more time available. I also heard a message on the answering machine that the dinner tonight was for me to include Maureen: now I understood the hairdresser! This was the first time she formally appeared as my better half!

  I lay down for a moment but woke up when she came back. Her hair was wrapped in a scarf and she just blew a kiss at me. "Do not touch me, James. I love you, but stay away! " and she vanished into the guest room. I heard noises from mumbling to outright yelling and when I opened
the door slightly a cushion came flying. "I told you to stay away! I mean it!"

  Well, I know when caution is better than courage and went back to dress: the dark blue suit, a customary tie, opal cufflinks and all the dressings. After all, I was now an important person!

  And then the door opened, and she appeared. I just stared and stared -- she was a miracle of beauty. Her luscious red hair was beautifully made up in little waves and curls, her makeup almost not appearing, but emphasizing her gorgeous face and her sparkling eyes, her light green blouse complementing her eyes and with an almost decent décolleté with my opal pendant hanging between her firm breasts, a small belt showing off her narrow waist, and the long silk skirt with the slit to almost her hips showing her long and slender legs. She wore the signet ring my father had given her. She stepped forward and turned around.

  "You like it?"

  I shook myself and asked: "Who are you? Are there angels back on earth?"

  She smiled and the radiance that suddenly appeared on her face hit me once more. What had I done to deserve this woman? What would I have to do to keep her and be worthy of her?

  Then she said: "Remember what I said when I gave myself to you? I'm yours, and you're mine. We'll never be apart again! And now get going and don't you dare to come close and give me a kiss -- it took me hours to get everything right. I expect you to take all this off when we come back, but now respect a woman's rights to be pretty!"

  "Pretty is one thing, but you are someone quite different. Maureen, you're wonderful and the most beautiful woman in the world!"

  "I don't believe this, but please continue saying it. It'll give you enough brownie points so that you will be quite exhausted at the end, of the night!"

  She slowly stroked her breasts and her hands were gliding downwards to cup her pussy. "This is all yours, my love, and I expect you to take it tonight!"

  I told her in the car about the promotion, but she was not surprised. She smiled and said that she had set up already a female network to keep her informed on what was happening in the company: partly to stay updated on the news, partly to be able to warn me if anything bad might happen. She said that I was a wonderful person, but she had rarely met someone who was so disconnected from internal gossiping.

  "James, you made it because you're super competent, respectful to all, protecting the people who report to you and even others when they are in trouble, and always driving forward, never content with what you have. This is good but be careful: pushing too much can give you the opposite results! What I've heard is that they respect and admire you, but they are a bit afraid that the standards you set for them are as high as you set for yourself, and that they'll not get there. Take them with you on your path, don't push them!"

  I knew why I loved that woman -- she was not only beautiful, but scaringly intelligent. I would have to run just to keep abreast of her, and that was a challenge I adored!

  When we entered the restaurant everyone was already there, and the room was silent when she stepped forward at my side to greet Sir Allan and his guests. He kissed her hand, and Mr. Cunningham said that he understood now why I was in Australia. Frank was silent, as she must have reminded him of Eileen, but he smiled bravely. When Peter stepped forward, I heard Maureen whisper "Squeak! Squeak!" and he blushed furiously.

  Maureen was introduced to the other ladies: especially Lady Moise, Sir Allan's wife was very impressive. She must have been a great beauty in her youth and was still a wonderful woman in her own rights. She embraced Maureen, but it was funny to see that she did not touch any exposed skin and as she turned to me, she whispered: "That is the way to compliment a woman who is all prettied up. Don't touch anything that can be removed by a single contact!"

  I nodded, but said quietly that I adored Maureen this way, prettied up and stunning, but I when I saw her without any makeup, no pretty dress, just herself looking at me with love, I realized what treasure I had in my arms and that was the moment I loved her most.

  ¨But please don't tell anybody I just said that; we cannot have people believe that Germans can get mushy about sentiments!"

  She smiled and sat down for dinner. Frank had brought his wife, a small, mousy little thing, probably a very nice person, but very upset at me at this moment because she had to move to another country. They did not have children, so it should not be too difficult, but observing her, I started to understand Frank's reaction to Eileen. My other financial colleague had a very athletic wife, tall, slender and well-muscled: within fifteen minutes I heard at least twice that she had been the runner up for the New South Wales Ladies Tennis Amateur Championship in Sydney and she was practicing every day to be better this year. Good for her, but it seemed there was no other subject that mattered to her.

  The food was excellent, the selection of wines was very simplified; neither the maître not my personal consultants had the courage to spend much time about the nuances of this wine against the other one, and at the end, Mr. Cunningham got up with his little speech complimenting Frank for the wonderful work he had done and that he was certain that he would be a great success in HQ, too, and then he confirmed my promotion and made the same kind of noises about my work and what was expected of me.

  We were all tired and Mr. Cunningham seemed to realize this; he thanked us for our presence, said good bye to everyone and paid the bill. He called us back when we were leaving and told Maureen: "You have a good man here, Miss Monahan. Keep him. And James, don't be a fool and let her go away: the two of you are made for each other."

  Maureen smiled prettily, saying that she had everything under control, and that we would get married in six weeks' time.

  Lady Moise called Maureen aside and said that she should call her when she had some free time; she knew the company better than most and a good wife could ease frictions for her husband before he even realized they existed.

  "I remember Allan and me when I observe the two of you. We were so much in love -- as we are still today -- and it warms my heart when I see the love in your eyes when you look at each other. Maureen, call me and we'll chat. You're still young and there are certain things that a young bride should know. James is a good man, but even good men need occasionally guidance and orientation from their better halves, and who is more motivated to watch out for the man we love than I and you? Call me."

  With that she gave her a hug and a kiss and this time touching skin and lips and said good bye to us. Sir Allan had heard the last words and whispered: "Listen to her. I -- and we -- are here because we became a very effective team that never forget that intelligence, drive and love have to go together."

  Lady Moise added that she had heard about me before, but had had a completely different impression of the hyper effective businessman she had been told about. I seemed to have added other dimensions to this. What had happened? I pointed to Maureen and said that there stood the person responsible: she had shown me what life is really is about.

  "And Lady Ellen, there's another person I owe a lot -- your husband. I'm good, but I know that he's better! I've learned a lot and will continue to do so."

  She nodded, satisfied that I acknowledged my debts.

  Sir Allan kissed her hand again and stopped. "This ring is interesting. A family coat of arms? I'm a student of heraldry and I seem to remember having seen a similar ring some time ago.¨

  Maureen said that it was my family's coat of arms and he seemed to go through all the memories he had stored in his mind. Suddenly he looked up and said: "Winter? de Winter? East Germany?" I nodded, hoping that he would not go on.

  "Whenever you have some time, call me and I'd like to discuss this a bit more."

  Finally, we could leave and as we arrived at home, Maureen turned around and said that now I would get another reward -- just wait a moment and get comfortable. I had a shower, got a bottle of bubbly in a wine cooler (Peter had suggested to buy one that could bring any bottle to the required temperature), two glasses and waited in our bedroom for her to appear.
/>   And then she was there and if she was stunning before, she was out of this world for me now.

  She knew that I loved to see and feel her breasts so her long, wispy gown exposed them fully. She had those puffy areolae with her nipples standing straight up, inviting me to kiss and suckle them, and she had actually rouged the areolae with a light red color, the points with a dark color and had put a dark shadow between her breasts that highlighted the firmness of her mounds. She had also retouched her makeup and her huge eyes were smiling at me. Her hair was still made up, but she had loosened some curls that came down to her breasts, playing hide and seek with her nipple. She was slowly gliding forward, and at every step the slit in the front opened showing her pussy. It was wet already -- I saw some drops glittering between her thighs. The dress was so transparent she might not have bothered at all with it, but I always thought that a little mystery was much nicer than crude reality. Her runner's legs were long and straight, and I already imagined feeling them around my hips and pulling me into her.

  "Did I not tell you that all of this is yours? Take it, my love."

  I embraced her tightly, lifted her in my arms and put her on the bed. Then I started the feast. I kissed her and our tongues battled which one could enter deeper; then I moved downwards, kissing and licking her behind her ears (she really liked this and showed her appreciation) and not forgetting her neck, my hand touched first one breast, then the other and she moaned since she was very sensitive around her nipples, and I had brought her to orgasm before by just touching, kissing and stroking these wonderful parts of her even more wonderful body. My lips were slowly gliding down to her breasts, and I knew that her puffy areolae were waiting for my mouth; she didn't want to wait and pushed them forward to force me to suck them firmly.