A Fantasy About Love

by Opal Cole

  She was wet already and ready for action. When I opened them a bit wider still and pushed one finger gently into her, the first drops of her fluids appeared. I bent down and sucked them away -- I was always fascinated how exciting it was to see a woman who loves you is getting ready to make love. She blushed, moaned, moved around on my finger, and finally, pleaded for me to do something, anything. I moved still farther inside, and her moves became more insistent.

  Suddenly, she stopped. "James, I gave myself to you last night. Today, you take me and make me yours once more. Please."

  I looked at her and saw in her eyes that she needed this, the confirmation of her blessing. Reluctantly, I withdrew and moved between her legs. She grasped my penis, stroked it and placed it in front of her opening. She moaned and pushed my shaft into her and at the same time, pushed herself up to embed my penis deep inside her. It was wonderful, a tight and wet fitting, and I started to move inside her. She responded enthusiastically and soon we were moving in a syncopated rhythm. It went faster and faster, and deeper and deeper. Then she clasped her legs around my hips, pushed herself upwards into me, and came loudly: "yes, yes ... YES ... Now! ... James, I love you ... faster ... Take me ... YES!"

  She tensed up completely, tightening her legs and arms around me, and became completely rigid for a moment. This was enough for me to come, too, and to fill her up again. She relaxed slowly, and holding me tight, said that she never ever would let me go. Then she dropped her legs to her side and pulled me close one more time and closed her eyes. She visibly relaxed and smiled a bit.

  "James, this was what I wanted and needed. I'm yours now, and you'll never get rid of me."

  Who was I to leave a beautiful woman who loved me so much? The woman who was available for me whenever I wanted her? Who was there when I wanted to love her? Who trusted me to protect her, and was there to protect my back?

  Whilst I thought about this, my penis slowly dropped out of her and our mingled fluids followed to flow between her legs and ass onto the bed. I had just cleaned her and now she already needed a repetition? Wasn't there a story that the man could relax after making love and get tender and loving attention? Here Eileen had closed her eyes and was almost certainly asleep, and I had to work to save our bed? There was something wrong in this affair, but I did my job, and looking at her happily asleep and smiling contentedly, I knew that my life had become fuller, and my future richer.

  When I got up, she did not move, but mumbled that she was not ready yet, for me to make breakfast and tell her when it was ready. I mumbled, too, but about the injustices of life and went to the bathroom, did my things, showered and put on shorts and a t-shirt. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

  There were no pancakes, but eggs and bacon, lots of coffee and some rolls with jam. I went back to the bedroom and waved a cup of coffee under her nose.

  "Wake up, sleepyhead! Breakfast is ready!"

  She turned to the other side, hid her head under the pillow and told me to go away. I looked at her, but she seemed to be serious. My mind went back to the history of the obedient woman and the masterful man, but there was nothing I could do. In the kitchen I sat down, turned on the TV and watched the news. Nothing special and I switched to National Geographic, to watch a herd of hippopotamus sleeping in a river in Africa. What a romantic situation!

  Then the door opened, and Eileen stumbled in, her eyes still closed partially, and looking for me. She hadn't bothered to dress and was gloriously naked. I confirmed what I had thought last night: her breasts were very firm and pointed upwards, and with her nipples already stiff, she wanted some attention.

  "You left the bed without giving my puppies their kisses -- they want your attention!" and she sat on my lap and presented her breasts for my mouth. She woke up rather fast and when I started earnestly to go for them, she pulled away.

  "James, at this moment I can´t take it anymore. If you need me, you can have me, but I just want to sit here and be in your arms."

  This is what we did for the next minutes until she was completely awake. Then she sniffed the coffee and told me to feed her. In a complete rewriting of the past she said that I had abused her trust, had taken her several times without mercy, and it was my duty now to help her recuperate. Women!

  I gave her the coffee and, buttered a roll, but told her that to eat the eggs, she would have to do this herself. She got up, hesitated for a moment and came back giving me her breasts for one more kiss, and sat down on the other side of the table. I served her and it was wonderful having a beautiful nude woman in front of you, who did not hesitate to show what she had plenty. Her breasts wriggled when she moved, her nipples became stiff and relaxed again, and her legs closed and opened giving me some interesting views.

  We discussed what we could do for the rest of the day and tomorrow, and the obvious conclusion was that we should go back to bed. We cleaned up rapidly and then I took her in my arms and carried her back to my bedroom. That is a wonderful feeling having a beautiful naked woman in your arms, who teases you a bit, but you can see in her eyes that she loves you deeply.

  Her skin was soft and warm, her breasts enticing, and when she lay down and opened her legs, I almost started where I had left off an hour ago, but this moment was not to have sexual marathon, but to re-affirm our bond and our love, and we both knew it.

  "James, thank you for taking me in once more. You know how much I love you and it hurt me so much to be distant, but this will never happen again. I've found my place beside you, and I shall be the happiest woman on this earth. I'll protect you and Maureen with my life, and when you will have children, I'll be the best grandmother you will ever find.

  She started to grin.

  "Just remember: grandmothers also need to be loved in every sense of the word! I need gentle love and occasionally I'll need rough love, not violent, but forceful action to exhaust me and confirm to me who the master is; occasionally I'll want also to fulfil one of my sexual fantasies and I hope that I can show you what I want. I hope that you and Maureen will participate and enjoy it, but all the time I'll love you and will be at your side."

  This was an interesting subject and we discussed it for a while. I was surprised what Eileen had in mind; some I had never even thought about, but they seemed very stimulating. She said that they were still a remnant of her sexual education she had received from her previous husband who had been very much into this, and who had forced Eileen to follow. I wondered what Maureen would say, but Eileen just smiled and told me to wait.

  It was a relaxing and wonderful morning. There was no further action, but a lot of fondling, of kisses and caresses, and sweet words. Then we decided to go out for lunch, and she got up. When she was at the bathroom door I whistled. She looked at me and then laughed and coming back to the bed, she presented her breasts for my kisses. "Woof, Woof" she said and told me that her puppies appreciated the attention.

  "You are a fool, but you are our fool!"

  She came out almost decently dressed in a narrow skirt and a white blouse that had the first three buttons opened to show a tiny and lacy bra. Her long runner's legs were well tanned and the golden hoops in her ears accentuated the luscious red hair that came to her shoulders in long curls, and her green eyes. A bit of makeup and she was perfect.

  I offered her the Porsche, but she declined. "I am not a young girl anymore; I want that my man drives me!"

  We went back to a nice little restaurant at the quay and afterwards, seeing the Opera House so close, walked over there. I passed the box office and saw that there was the first Bruch violin concerto that night with a young Australian soloist, and the 9th symphony by Dvorak; I looked at Eileen and she nodded, so I bought two tickets.

  We drove to the Gap and she asked me whether it was here that everything had started with the freckle hunting. I confirmed this and looking around and not seeing anybody, she said that she had some freckles just above her left breast and that she thought it a good moment to start the treatment.
We sat down and she said "You kiss, and I watch. Good hunting!"

  I opened the blouse and revealed the bra that just covered her nipples. I could not see any freckles and advised her about her mistake. She said to look farther down; she was certain that there was a big freckle that needed kisses. I pushed the bra down and there really was a big freckle, with a stiff midpoint waiting to be treated. I did my duty and she said: "Try the other one, too."

  I gave it the appropriate attention and she suddenly whispered that people were coming. I pulled back and adjusted her bra and closed two buttons, and then we discussed politely the weather for the following days. I don't know whether we had escaped a disaster, but it seemed that one of the ladies passing by had a very stern expression on her face, and her husband winked at me. Eileen was red all over but maintained her posture. When they were gone, she said that this had been fun, but that she preferred not to be stripped in front of spectators, and could we please go back to the flat now?

  We drove back and I stripped her without any spectators. There was some fooling around and general satisfaction at the end. We had a lazy afternoon nap and then prepared to go out for the concert. I did not take a long time: a dark suit, a white shirt, a Celine tie, polished black shoes and I was ready. Obviously, Eileen took more time, but the waiting was worth the time I had spent watching TV.

  She was dressed in a long dark green gown, with an interesting décolleté and long slits up to her hips. Her hair was done up with some little things sparkling within it, her diamond earrings added to the picture accentuating her beautiful face and a discreet makeup made one think of angels with second intentions. Her best points were her big radiant eyes, and with love showing in them and lips presenting a warm smile, I could do nothing else, but stare. Maureen was beautiful and I saw where she had inherited her beauty from!

  "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!"