A Fantasy About Love

by Opal Cole

  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!"

  I got up, did my things in the bathroom and joined her at the breakfast table. She was still wearing her wispy gown, and whenever she moved, her body was visibly presented in all its glory. As always, the table was set perfectly, and after a glass of champagne, we sat down and discussed the day. There were several options: stay at home and fool around (which meant that we would not leave the bed), go for walk, or have brunch and have a walk, or have brunch, walk back to bed and fool around.

  The third option won and after reading the newspaper and listening to some classical music, we dressed and left for the Hilton as the brunch there was well known. Eileen was very modestly dressed: her hair was made up into curls, her grey-green eyes had only a bit of makeup, and her white blouse and dark grey trouser attire was completely different from what she was wearing when we were alone (where often she wasn't wearing anything). Around her neck she showed proudly the opal pendant I had given her.

  The brunch was excellent as always, and we drove back slowly, enjoying the frisk, but still agreeable temperature. At home I offered her a glass of white wine and poured a Bourbon into my tumbler.

  "You'll have to go back tomorrow morning after your meeting. Is there anything I can help you with this meeting?"

  "Yes, you could go with me through my presentation. As you know, we are planning to set up a Sydney office, and I want to speak to two people on office space and hiring, but let me change first into something more comfortable, and don't get any ideas, Mr. Winter!"

  She changed and came back in a top and tennis shorts, lovely to look at as always, and with a serious expression on her face. She started to smile, but told me to analyze her presentation, not her. She wanted my professional opinion, after all. We did go through her charts and talking points. And there was not a lot I would suggest changing.

  I told her, however, that she had forgotten one major point: who would be responsible for the office? When she said that she would handle it from Brisbane, I told her succinctly that this would not work. She had her days already loaded with the reorganization of NT and the aggressive expansion plan, and then trying to run a small but important office on top of that? One of her priorities would suffer and medium term it would cause problems.

  "Yes, my love" and she smiled happily when she said this. "I know this, but who can I trust to get it going in the right direction?"

  I looked at her and said that there were two people she could always trust: Maureen and me. She was much more intelligent than she would let people know, and she would finish her studies officially next week. Why not use her to train her for the days when she would have to take over from her mother, which was hopefully a very long time away? Eileen could direct her from Brisbane, and with weekly visits to Brisbane or her visit to Sydney, it would come out well. I would help, too, as far as I could do physically and ethically, and I was certain that she would be a success.

  And I reminded Eileen to remember that a visit to Sydney would have very enjoyable fringe benefits! She blushed all over and her eyes told me that this point would have a heavy weight on her decision.

  "Darling, you'll first have to ask Maureen whether she wants to do this. I'll support you all the way. Eileen, I've decided to stay in Australia; first the next few years in my company and then I might be looking for a more executive position in a different company and who knows? If such a position would become available in a big company in Brisbane, I might ask to be a candidate for it."

  Eileen threw herself into my arms and kissed me deeply.

  "James, you will always have whatever position you want in my company -- you can have the company whenever you want it. I understand that it'll take time, and your idea of training Maureen for the Office Manager position in Sydney is brilliant. She'll be here in any case, since you'll marry and take her away from me, but this way I still have both of you close to me -- professionally and privately. James, have I ever told you that you are quite clever, and that I love you?"

  I assured her that I had heard that message from her before, but it would be nice to have it confirmed from time to time. My male ego needed this!

  We went through the most important points once more and she made some small changes. Then she closed her laptop and looked at her watch. It was already past seven pm and she offered to go to the kitchen and prepare a light supper. I should get a bottle of a good red wine and we could have a few moments for ourselves. I looked at my wines and selected an Oakridge Single Block Pinot Noir from the Yarra Valley. It was a multi-layered wine that was not light but showed some fruitiness and would serve well with a light dinner.

  Eileen did not know the wine and after tasting it, asked me where I bought my wines and how I selected them. I told her that Peter had recommended a small bottle shop close to the flat and the owner knew his wines well. I had served this wine once to Maureen and she had liked it very much. It matched the cold cuts and cheeses that Eileen had put on the table, and our conversation turned to the wedding.

  My first idea had been a small family affair, but between Maureen and her mot
her, it would turn out a major social affair. In the end, I told just to inform me where I should be at what time, what to say and how to dress. Eileen looked at me with certain compassion on her face and said that weddings were not for the bridegroom, they were for the bride and the mother of the bride. And Eileen had to settle some accounts with the noble society of Brisbane that had looked down on her and her daughter after her husband had died and Maureen had gotten into troubles. This would be the wedding of the year! I shuddered and asked her if we could not just elope and avoid all this nonsense.

  Eileen sat up straight in her chair and said slowly and very succinctly: "If you run away and take this away from me, Mr. Winter, and even knowing that I love you very much, I will make certain that both of you will regret it! This is Maureen's and my business, and you can go out and sell some more machines, but you will be in the church as told! Understood?"

  I got up and clicked my heels. "Ma'am, yes, Ma'am. Understood -- be in the church as told! Yes, Ma'am!"

  She was still upset, but then started to relax and a small smile appeared on her face.

  "Well, since we understand each other and there are no doubts in your mind what you have to do, you can come here and kiss me."

  She hugged me and asked me to understand her. She had had a terrible time during those years, and this was the moment to show the world that she and her daughter had conquered the world.

  "You are the only important man in our world, but please give us these moments, my love."

  What could I do? I nodded and then we cleaned up the kitchen. I asked her whether she wanted to sit down in the sitting room and listen to more music or retire to bed. Her face was incredulous.

  "You ask me to choose between listening to music in the sitting room or to be in bed in your arms, putting my head on your chest and listen to your heart beating? If you continue to ask these silly questions, one day I might take you up on them, and what will you do then? Perhaps in a few years, when we've been together more time and you might be tired of this old lady, I might consider this suggestion, but today? Follow me!"