A Fantasy about Love Pt. 02 - The Commitment

Her pubic hair was red-gold, just like her head, but it had been trimmed into a landing strip, with a small section before the end shaved clean, making the landing pad into an exclamation point with just a little tuft of hair right at the very top of her slit. My mouth was watering as I took it all in. She turned slowly, letting me see her ass as well, and I was spell-bound.

Maureen saw me looking at her with admiration and leaned forward, hugging me closely and kissed me. Her breasts - 'MY'- breasts felt soft and warm and at the same time firm against my chest.

"Go on, darling, you have not finished yet..."

She wanted more, so I went down and started to kiss her pussy. Her lips were open and ready for my mouth. I could see some white creamy liquid appearing from deep inside. She moaned and I tickled her inner lips, drawing the juice coating her opening. I sucked everything as deep into my mouth as I could and flicked her little nub with my tongue. She started to move up and down trying to draw me in even deeper. She grasped my head and pushed it into her pussy. I heard her mumbling "oh God ... Oh God ... please continue ... please do me ... faster ... now ... NOW...!" and she exploded.

She pulled my head into her junction and I was barely able to breathe. I felt her juices flowing out and opened my mouth to capture everything. A little after explosion squirted some more creamy liquid into my mouth. It tasted deliciously sweet and perfumed, and I wanted more of it. I continued to suck her clitoris with an occasional little bite, and she started to respond again. Her breathing became a lot edgier and I moved one finger slowly into her pussy. Immediately it was covered with her juices and when I added a second finger, she moaned and started to shake. Her legs pressed my fingers even deeper into her and she started to mumble again, only this time with more "Please do it ... please ... please ... again ... faster ... faster ... deeper ... NOW!" and she climaxed on my hand.

After a few moments, she slowly opened her eyes. "James, what have you done to me? I never felt anything even close to this, and all I can say is that it was wonderful, and I want to do it again as soon as possible!"

"Your wishes are my command, my love. Now or later?"

I took my fingers out of her hole and she seemed to protest, but not very much; I looked at them glittering with her juices and licked them.

"Delicious! Yes, we'll do it again."

With a groan she sat up and started to grin.

"Sir, are you not very overdressed? Here you have a lovely maid completely nude in front of you, and you are still dressed? What happened to male courtesy? Do you need help to correct this dim-witted attitude? Do you want to imitate Monet?"

She was right: here she was sitting in front of me, gloriously naked, and I was still dressed like I was ready to go out for lunch. She opened the buttons of my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders; then she started on my shorts. I wondered what her final intentions were, but even a dim-witted male knew what was required to go farther on this journey. She pulled the shorts down my legs, and then started on my loafers. Suddenly, I was sitting there with just my jockeys and a huge erection.

"What are you going to do? This is wonderful, but you don't need to do this. Kissing you and making you cum is all I wanted today. There will be other days and we can go on."

She told me to shut up and help her take my jockeys off. I did what I was ordered and now she looked at me, sitting naked before her.

"Lie down and let me do my part, darling, I was waiting for this moment and nobody, not even you, will stop me now. Do you believe that only men read erotic stories? Or that this is not discussed in great detail among us girls?"

She looked at my lower body and touched my breast, gliding slowly down to my penis. She hesitated, and then stroked it tenderly. The feeling of her hand on my shaft was exciting and I wanted more but needed to be patient. I told her how nice this was and that I was willing to suffer under her hands if she just kept this on, but would she please go a little bit faster? She grinned and said that she had me now where I always should be: under her command. She was going that bit faster with a firmer grip of her hand and suddenly, put her head down and touched my penis with her lips. I almost came at that moment, but thinking about baseball and soccer and mathematics, managed to control myself. She seemed disappointed and increased her efforts. She took my member into her mouth and sucked it, with her tongue moving up and down the shaft. She went faster and faster, keeping me inside her mouth, sucking me, tonguing me, and suddenly it was too much for me.

"Darling, I will cum at any moment. Be careful."

She nodded and hit another speed increase and I exploded. This was a climax as I never had before, and my semen exploded into her mouth. Surprised, she pulled her face away, but I was still spurting, and her face was covered with my white and creamy liquid. The last drops fell on her breast. She smiled like a satisfied cat and licked her lips, catching a drop on her tongue. She tasted it, licked her lips again and said that she could get accustomed to this. Then she saw the drops on her breast and wiped them onto her fingers and then licked them clean.

"Yes, I could definitively get accustomed to this."

I had come back to my senses and had to laugh at her satisfied face and told her that she had not collected all of it - there were some on her nose, some on her hair, and a bit on her left cheek. She told me to get her handbag and took out a mirror. She started to laugh, too, and carefully cleaned her face and then licked her fingers spotless. I found another spot on her left breast and wiped it with my finger. She smiled and took my hand and licked it clean, too.

"Is there anything of the champagne left?"

I looked for the bottle and to my surprise, there was still perhaps half a glass left. Before she could get to the bottle, I poured the remaining liquid over her body - taking special care of hitting her breasts and her pussy - and started to lick it off. This started another round of kisses on all areas and she came once more in a very satisfying climax, and she kissed me to another explosion, and this time she swallowed it all.

"Darling, did I do all right? I have never done this before. I know that the internet teaches a lot and we girls talk, but real experience is so different - and better!"

"People think that sex is about taking or giving, so you can get what you want. I'll lick yours if you lick mine." She chuckled and followed my thinking. "Love is giving without any expectations, and if you're doing it with the right person, it comes back to you, and manifold."

She sighed and repeated: "If you're doing it with the very right person, you get more than you can give, prompting you to give more." She thought for a moment. "Love is when we move our focus from ourselves to another."

"Sex only needs a body, love requires a heart." I said softly. She tilted her head back slightly and I took her into my arms and cuddled her with all the love I felt. It was wonderful to feel her body melting into mine, her soft skin caressing my body, my hands roaming over every interesting part of her, and feel her hands responding gently.

I kissed her tenderly. "Darling, you did not only alright; you gave me pleasure beyond anything I ever felt. I'm certain that it'll be even better the next time, and I'll make certain that the next time will not be far away! I can only hope that you will be as happy as I'm now."

Suddenly we realized that noon had passed some time ago, and a cool breeze had come up. It was time to go back to Brisbane. I pulled her up and returned her top and shorts. She looked for her panties, but I told her that they would stay with me as a remembrance of a wonderful day. If she wanted them back, I would think about a special ransom, but today they would stay with me.

It took, however, a long time to get dressed: I had to check that the shorts did fit tightly and that the top was in the right position, and since I am a very conscientious man, I took special care on all parts of her body that these two things tried to cover. In compensation she checked whether my jockeys were comfortable and the only way she could do it seemed to be with her mouth and lips. I came once more, and this time all over her face. She purred like a satisfied cat, wiped the thick cream into her mouth and said: "I'm certainly now addicted to this. Keep it up, James."

She laughed when she realized the pun she had created unintentionally.

"And James, I'm grateful that you kept your promise. I was so confused and happy that you could have taken me, and I would have accepted it happily, but you remembered what I told you - that I'm not ready for the last step. This is the final proof that I needed: the next time we are alone, I'll be ready."

We left the place slowly and reluctantly. I was certain it would stay in our memory for the rest of our lives.

I looked at her one more time and the smile on her face, the splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks, the blue sky reflected in her eyes, her hair mussed from being tossed about in the wind all came together in that perfect memorable moment. I knew that this moment, how she looked, the sound of her laugh, and the love that showed plainly on her face was something I would never ever forget.

"Are you all right?" She asked, her expression turned to concern.

I grinned. "I'm fine, more than fine actually." Her eyebrows rose in question. I looked down and felt my cheeks warm.

"What are you thinking of?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.

"I just realized that I'm in love with the most beautiful woman in the world, and well, I forgot to breathe there for a minute."

She smiled content. "James, never forget this moment - I will not!"

She told me that she would pick me up at seven o'clock and we would go to a small restaurant she liked and then go dancing. Arriving at the hotel, she gave me a sound and long kiss and told me to expect her at seven. With a wave she drove away, her red hair swirling in the wind.

After taking a shower and selecting a change of clothes for the evening, I lay down on my bed for a while. What a day! What a wonderful day! I smiled remembering the look of trust on her face when she had offered her body to me, the excitement when she came and when the second time was even stronger, and the surprise when she discovered my cum all over her. She had not done this before, but a lover with a long experience could not have it done better. She was everything I wanted in my life, and I hoped I could convince her to share it with me.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"James, a change of plans. You are invited for dinner at home. My mother insisted and be careful, as she might have sinister intentions. We conversed about a lot of things - to my surprise even including this day and she was a mother, not a control freak. Nothing I could do, my love, so please be here at seven thirty."

She gave me the address and now I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughterhouse. I had met her only once, but the comments I had heard about her were frightening. I had learned, however, to trust my love for the rest of our lives.

I dressed sharply, grey trousers, a blue blazer and one of my Hermès ties. The concierge told me where I could buy flowers and I got a beautiful wildflowers arrangement for Mrs. Monahan, and a single red rose for my love. I rang the bell at seven thirty sharp - never give your enemy an advantage - and Maureen opened the door. Not a blue top this time, but a formal black cocktail dress. Her hair was done up, her face had some makeup, and she was visibly nervous; but as always, she was also very beautiful.

"James, please come in."

She took a deep breath and turned to her mother standing behind her.

"You have met James before, mother."

I did my German thing with a small bow to her, kissed her hand and handed her the flowers. She was surprised.

"These are for me? They are beautiful! Any special reason?"

She proved her image as the tough lady, but I had met worse adversaries in my life, and won.

"These flowers are for you because you are Maureen's mother, and I am grateful that you allowed me to meet her and court her. And if I may say so, these beautiful flowers are quite fitting for a beautiful lady."

She stared at me for a while.

"You surprise me again, and you are not what I expected. Perhaps we should start again from zero and behave like civilized people. Please be welcome in our house."

Turning to Maureen I gave her the rose and took her hand and kissed it, but not daring to do what I really wanted: kiss the makeup off her face. She was even prettier with a clean face than with artificial highlights. She smiled and accepted the rose with grace. When her mother turned to enter the living area, she winked at me and blew me a kiss.

The house was artfully decorated, not overstuffed with antiques or radically modern exposition pieces, but an eclectic style joining furniture, carpets and paintings from all over the world, which combined well in this house. One wall of the sitting was covered with oil paintings depicting the Australian landscape, with somber colors. The only exception was a painting of Ayer's Rock, with the sun lighting up the red stone.

Mrs. Monahan led us to the living room and asked us whether we wanted to have a drink. I declined politely, not knowing what was ahead of me. She smiled and told me to relax since this was not the Holy Inquisition, but a meeting among friends - and looking at us - perhaps more than friends.

"Perhaps a glass of white wine as I understand from Maureen that you enjoy fine wines."

She looked at Maureen and asked her to go to her wine cellar and select a good white - she should know enough about wines to get a good Chardonnay that could be drunk on its own. When Maureen got up obediently, Mrs. Monahan told her to take her time and think about the Seppelt Salinger NV and also to look for a red wine for dinner. In the meantime, she could get to know me a bit better.

Maureen left whispering "Good luck."

"Mr. Winter, tell me something about yourself ... My daughter has become so involved with you that I believe that I have the right of a mother to know who you are. The little that Maureen told me I tend to discard - according to her you can walk on water. So tell me, Mr. Winter, who are you? And what do you want?"

I considered my words carefully.

"Mrs. Monahan, the first question is easier to answer than the second. I was born in Germany 30 years ago, grew up in Bavaria and went to University in Kiel. I studied international economics and business administration - it was and still is one of the best universities in Germany in this area. I got my degree and saw an ad for a planning position in IBM, the company I work today. There was a tough entrance examination, but I passed it, worked in several positions including finally the marketing division, got transferred for two years to our headquarters in New York, and did well enough to be offered a management position here in Australia. I've been here for six months and enjoy every moment of it. I always have been a lonely person, my family lost everything including our properties in eastern Germany after the war, and we had to commence our lives from zero. My mother died early, and I was brought up by my father who was of the old Prussian tradition of serving your country. There was not much affection around, but lots of discipline. I learned to compete and survive. I was successful in studies and business and intend to go ahead even farther."

Now came the difficult part, and she watched me thoughtfully.

Your second question is more difficult to answer, Mrs. Monahan, and I´ll try to open up more than I am accustomed to, but I believe you've the right to know. What happened between Maureen and me I cannot explain. We met through in a providential moment, and what I thought could be a nice evening turned into a sentiment much deeper. We had lunch together, then dinner and went to the opera. There is one moment when I realized that it was more than affection - I don't know whether Maureen has told you about the moment when I almost cried, and I was brought up that men never cry. After listening to 'Casta Diva there must have been a tear in my eyes and when I looked at your daughter and saw the sentiment in her eyes, that for her it was also something different, I realized that I was in serious danger of falling in love. And this has happened. When I think about her, I feel happy, I want to please her, to protect her, to care for her, and when I'm close to her these feelings multiply. We have not yet discussed our future together, but I know what I want: to be with her forever. I would dearly want to have your blessing for her and my happiness."

She had not stopped looking at me and I saw her face softening. She must have felt the sincerity in my voice and of my feelings and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Winter, I cannot avoid seeing the affection and love that Maureen has for you, and I believe you when you tell me that your own feelings are as deep. All I want is for her to be happy, and from the way she has changed in the last few days, opening up and showing her emotions, I want to believe that the two of you will be happy together. You have my blessing to court her, as you said so politely, and from the glow in Maureen's eyes when she returned today, you went a lot farther than just courting."

At this moment Maureen came back and offered a bottle of wine for Mrs. Monahan's approval. She looked at me, questioning my survival, and I nodded that everything was alright.

"Maureen, dear, go to the kitchen and see that everything is in order. I need to talk to Mr. Winter for a few moments more and I´ll call you."

Wondering what was going to hit me now, I sent a kiss to my love and told her that up to now, I was still alive. Mrs. Monahan waited for her to leave and looked at me.

"Mr. Winter, let me tell you something about my family. You need to know this before you go any farther. For many generations the female side very often has had red hair and a fiery temperament, and we have a blessing and a curse. We love only once in our life, and when we give ourselves to a man, we give ourselves completely, with no restraints or limits. Whatever our man wants, we will want. If he feels like going on an excursion to the North Pole, we'll go, too. If he wants to go through all pages of the Kama Sutra, we'll do it with enthusiasm. If he has to live in a different country, we'll leave family and friends behind and go with him. He decides our life, and we follow willingly and without any questioning. We'll not be slaves, but he will be our Master. If he's honest with his feelings and true to his promises, we'll have a blessed life. If he betrays us or does not love us anymore, our heart will die - as simple as this. Will you accept this responsibility for her life?"

Her eyes went far away, and a sad smile appeared.

"Look at me. I was very happy with my husband and my family. When he died six years ago, my life ended. I became a bitter person and forgot Maureen. She might have told you something about that period, but it was not pretty. The moment I had to pick up my daughter at a police station gave me a wakeup call and I tried to change, but it was too late. The relationship with Maureen had improved, but on important matters we would speak very little to each other for weeks. Then you happened, and she came back from Sydney smiling. We sat down and cried for a long time, but our life together is improving every day. You don't know how grateful I am for you to have done this. You gave her back to me and I shall not forget this, ever."