A Fantasy about Love Pt. 02 - The Commitment

We drove back to the flat and she asked whether we could eat the smoked salmon we had bought and drink some ice-cold vodka. I wondered about the vodka, but she said she wanted to relax and prepare.

"Prepare for what?" She smiled mysteriously. "You will see. Did I not tell you that you will be rewarded?"

I took out the salmon and the Grey Goose I always had in the freezer. I don't drink a lot, especially not distilled spirits, but I was always prepared for my few friends. It must have been in the fridge for months, since I had not yet acquired many friends close enough to invite to my home.

When she came to the sitting room I stopped and stared. She surprised me again, dressed (or rather undressed) in a short shirt that consisted of a small strip going from her neck to apparently one inch above her pussy, with another strip going down her side and a third one down her back. These three strips were connected by even smaller horizontal strips with enough open space that the effect was dramatic: her breasts came out of the strips and hid again, and her pussy appeared off and on blinking at me.

"My love, I adore the dresses you have shown me up to now, but they are really very different from the image I had of you even a few days ago. What happened? What did you do with them before we met or are they just for me?"

"James, all of these covers and dresses I bought last week - I knew that we would make love and I wanted to please you before and afterwards. I know that you enjoy looking at my body and I enjoy offering it to you. Being nude is nice, but being partially covered can be more sensual, however, and I enjoy it when you take it off..."

It took a conscientious effort not to take it off right now, but instead I offered her a slice of the salmon and a shot of the vodka. She threw it down and ate the salmon. I filled her glass again and looking at me, she downed it again. I stopped and asked her what was going on - she was not a person who wanted to get drunk. She poured herself another shot and blushed.

"I need some support to say what I want to say, James. I've offered myself to you and you have taken me and made love in my mouth and in my pussy, and it was the most beautiful experience I ever had, not just physically, but especially emotionally. I've told you that I am yours, totally and without any limits. There is, however, one last limit I want to cross tonight. There is one place that you have not taken yet and I'm giving it to you now: make love in my ass, darling. I want to be yours in every way and in every place I can give you, and when you make me come in that special place, I know that we'll have done everything two people can do to bond themselves to the other one, and to be one person, one soul forever. Perhaps it sounds strange to you, but I feel that I have to do it. Please do this for me!"

She threw herself into my arms hiding her head on my shoulder. She was red all over, but determined to make it happen. "Please, James. Do me now - I want to be yours in all openings my body has for you to fill!"

I picked her up, carried her to our bedroom, undressed her and she practically ripped off my clothes. I placed her on the bed and looked at her - gloriously nude, slowly opening her legs to let me look at her mound, with her lips already puffy and slightly protruding. "Kiss me, darling. Kiss my pussy and touch my ass. I want this!"

Kissing her breasts and gliding down to her other lips, I kissed them tenderly and then penetrated her slit with my tongue. She moaned and tried to open her legs even more to give me better access, then murmured: "Not there, go to my other hole, please, pretty please!"

I followed the path from her front opening to her little puckered anus. Like every man, I had had my dreams of doing it one day, but never had actually done it. I was as much a virgin here as she was.

She threw her legs over my shoulders and I licked her lightly. Then she pushed her hips into my face. "Please, darling, I want it! Please open me and take me!"

Continuing my efforts, I pushed my tongue into her anus, and she moaned.

"Yes, darling, yes. More, please more!"

I used my finger to help me opening her up. She whispered: "Take the cream beside the bed."

I looked at where she was pointing at and there was a little tube. She pushed her hips up and placed a cushion under her body, presenting her body ever closer for my efforts. She opened the tube and placed a thick, transparent cream on one finger and rubbed the cream into her anus. Her voice became excited. "Do this for me, darling. Open me up and take me!"

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."