A Fantasy about Love Pt. 07

Eileen had had the same thought and her earthy beige/brown color gown accentuated her body discreetly, but did not hide her charms. They looked at each other and smiled satisfied, no one was trying to beat the other. Eileen proposed to sit down. "I've not prepared anything fancy: Christmas is tomorrow. I hope you'll like it."

I looked around: she must have emptied her greenhouse at the back and all kind of colorful flowers were visible. Eileen observed me admiring the scenery: "Do you like the flowers, James?"

I nodded. "They are beautiful, and the orchids remind me of you, colorful, exotic, demanding in their presence, and always surprising in form and presentation."

She was satisfied, but now Maureen wanted to know which flowers I thought of, looking at her. That was easy. "A single red rose, starting to blossom, and getting more beautiful every day!" She smiled and blew me a kiss.

Jenny did not say anything, only looked at me waiting for me to say something. She would never push.

"You, Jenny ... when I think of you, I see a white lily, true in dedication and faith, pure in love, strong and soft." She also smiled, satisfied with my image for her.

Eileen added: "You should be proud, Jenny. Do you know that lilies are the symbol of the French monarchy? See how high he holds you in his esteem ... And by the way, did the French kings not have a very nice crown? Perhaps he'll give you one..."

Jenny immediately defended me. "I don't need a crown, Eileen. I have his love and that's all I want."

Maureen hugged her. "You have his love and ours, darling."

There was a moment of silence and I wondered how Eileen would take this remark, but she only swallowed once and then called us for dinner.

There was a bottle of the best Great Western sparkling wine with the abalone Carpaccio, and a very surprising Argentine Malbec for the Filé a Cordon Bleu. The background music was a mixture of piano etudes -- Chopin I assumed -- and when she served a passion fruit ice-cream as dessert, we were all very satisfied. The conversation was lively, and even Jenny participated, happily throwing in her remarks to Eileen's surprise. Finally, we had to decided how to spend the next days.

Eileen looked at us and said: "May I ask for a big favor from you? I haven't seen James for weeks; can I sleep with him tonight, please? We'll come to an arrangement tomorrow, but tonight: can I have him please for myself, just this night?"

Maureen nodded and Jenny agreed also; they offered to clean up the dishes and would then unpack. Eileen took my hand, wished them goodnight and led me to her bedroom.

"James, I don't want to make wild sex tonight, I want you to love me. I can have sex another night, but tonight I want you close to me, caress me and make me happy. Please?"

She came into my arms and I kissed her softly. "I enjoy having you and seeing you pushing the limits, but I adore you being in my arms and making love."

She kissed me, did something to her gown and it glided down, offering her body to my view and touch. She took off my shirt and trousers, and slipping down, freed my shaft from my jockeys. She kissed it tenderly and then took it in her hand and led me to her bed. Lying down, she patted her side and invited me to come to her. I leaned over her body and started to kiss her, with my hands gliding up and down her soft body. Her lips were sweet and when I kissed her eyes, she sighed contently. "Yes, James, this is what I want tonight."

My lips started to wander down to her neck, nibbles at her ears and when they arrived at her upright breasts, she sighed deeply once more. I caressed the underside with my hand and her areola with my tongue, and sucking the nipple deep into my mouth and tweaking it gently with my teeth, she started to moan. It was wonderful to see her enjoyment when I fondled her breasts and my pleasure increased every moment. I was there to make her feel loved and happy, not to take my own pleasure. My mouth wandered farther down and when I arrived at her pussy, she opened her legs wide to let me come in. I slid down the bed and she asked: " Please, kiss me there."

I followed orders and slowly opened her outer labia and as she pushed her hips into my mouth, her legs encircled my waist. My finger opened her inner lips and my tongue followed. Kissing her tenderly, her clitoris emerged, and I took it into my mouth, sucking it and biting it gently. She had no resistance left and came: not an earth-shuddering climax, but with deep satisfaction. She pulled me back to her face to kiss me. "That was what I wanted, James. Now make love to me, please."

She grasped my shaft and led it to her entrance and while she moved her hips up, her hand pushed me in. She was very wet, and I glided in smoothly. It was wonderful to look at her: her love shining in her eyes, her dedication, her enjoyment feeling me inside her, and her absolute trust in me. Rapidly we found our rhythm, and the faster we moved, the more a glance of lust appeared beside the love. I waited for her and when she suddenly let go, I was ready for her and exploded in her, filling her with my seeds. She wriggled around, trying to draw me deeper inside her and her groan showed her deep satisfaction. She shuddered, her face flushed and then she lay rigid with her eyes closed for a short while. Slowly she fell back on the bed, taking me with her, still embedded in her.

She opened her eyes, sparkling with joy. "Thank you, my love. Now I know again who I am and to whom I belong. I love you so much!"

I felt myself slowly slipping out of her and looked around for a cloth to clean her up.

"Leave it, darling. I want to feel our juices on my body and inside me." When I wondered about the linen, she shrugged her shoulders and said that she could wash them tomorrow, but tonight she wanted to feel me on and inside her. She lay for a while beside me, her head on my chest and her hair tickling my nose. Then she lifted her body and turned to me, looking into my eyes.

"We're a complicated group, you, Maureen, Jenny and I, don't you think so? We're all different, even very different, but we all love you desperately. I was hurt when my husband died, but I survived because I had to care for Maureen. I don't know what would happen to me if you suddenly were gone; I really don't know. It is difficult to concentrate today on important business matters, because when I have to decide something, I ask myself what you would do, and my thoughts wander off. I have delegated more and more to avoid being embarrassed in the middle of a meeting, when they sit there and stare at me because my thoughts are somewhere else. They are good people and we have not missed anything yet, but could you perhaps reconsider your decision not to come permanently to Brisbane?"

I shook my head. "It's too early, Eileen. I told you already several times why I´m staying in the company. I don't want to be your son-in-law being placed into your company; if and when I come one day, I want to be the man they want to replace you, and that will be an almost impossible job. Look at how you have managed that company and raised it from a little company with a few trucks to a regional one, and now you'll be soon the president of a really nationwide transport company. How many people could have done this?"

"I agree, James, but the price I paid was high, and I want to get off that roller coaster. I can do it, but it costs me, James!"

She started to cry and all I could do was hold her in my arms. Slowly her sobbing decreased, and she looked at me, with tears still in her eyes. "But tonight, you're here and I'm in your arms, safe and protected. I will go on, but remember that I´ll wait for you every day!"

She kissed me and lay down again. "Tomorrow is another day, and we'll have fun!" She closed her eyes, but suddenly remembered: "Rules are rules!" and offered her breasts for my kisses. I enjoyed it and I felt in her some remote inkling whether she wanted to go back to a more active part of our conversation, but I heard her mumble: "Tomorrow..."and she turned to me and embraced me tightly.

"Don't let me go during the night, James. I'll cry, James and you don't want this, do you?"

I shook my head and turned her around. "If you want me to hold you, you must be in my arms, not the other ways around, my dear."

I hugged her, pulled her close to me so that her body was glued to mine, put my hand on her breast and wished her a good night. I woke up several times during the night, but every time I moved, she moved with me and never let my hand go off her breast. I wondered what she felt: she was sound asleep, but her nipple was stiff!

When I woke up in the morning, we were still attached to each other, but I felt that she was awake. She felt me stirring and turned to watch me.

"My love, I slept so well, and I dreamed wonderful drams. We were on an island, all alone, but had all the trappings of good life with us: champagne, wine, bread and butter, whatever we wanted was there. We were nude and walked on the beach and then we made love. Suddenly Maureen and Jenny appeared and joined us, also in the nude. We had great fun and I watched you making love to Maureen and Jenny, and it was so stirring! But when you turned back to me to have me, I woke up! What a disappointment! James, could you please turn into reality what I dreamed?"

There was no island, but she was enticing and loving her was something I would always do, and that morning was no exception. I kissed her into arousal, and she played me until I came, taking her with me. After a while I heard some noises outside the door and asked her what time it was. It was after nine o'clock and we might have missed breakfast!

Eileen looked stupefied that I could even think of leaving her only to go and get breakfast! Here she was, naked in her bed after making delicious love, with her ready to offer herself once more to my carnal desires, and I preferred breakfast! Hah! Men! If I wanted to go ahead and leave her alone, weeping and crying, do it! I told her that technically speaking, weeping and crying were the same feelings and that she should select another term. She suggested 'weeping and wailing' and I agreed; that combination made more sense. She started to laugh, and we got up. She pointed to her breasts and whispered 'Woof! Woof!" to remind me of my duties. This started more laughing and we went to the kitchen in a happy mood.

Maureen looked at her mother with a big smile: "Mom, you're late. Didn't you hear us preparing breakfast? By the way, we heard you very well; perhaps you need more sound proofing in your house?"

Eileen blushed all over, which was quite visible, because she had chosen a little beige baby doll that certainly showed her treasures. The two were also in baby dolls with the same effect and I was in heaven!

"Maureen, respect your elders! May I remind you the last time you were here, I had to put earplugs in my ears?"

It was Maureen who blushed, and Jenny started to laugh. "Please tell me more! I'm curious: why the earplugs?"

Eileen turned to her. "Jenny, my dear, all I can tell you is that the last time Maureen was here, she drank a bit too much and really got more excited than usual. Maureen, can I tell her the rest?"

"Mom, NO! I'm still embarrassed when I think about it, but it was so much fun! If you keep quiet, I make you nice, hot pancakes. Yes?"

Eileen conceded that bribes worked, and Jenny was disappointed. I heard, however, when Maureen turned to start the pancakes, that Eileen whispered to Jenny to come later to her room; she would tell her the juicy details. We enjoyed the banter and the food and certainly the bubbly did help, and then I helped to clear the table. It was getting hot and Eileen looked at her daughter.

"Bikinis?"

"Oh Yes! Come on, Jenny!"

The three vanished and when I tried to enter the bedroom the door was closed.

"Stay away: you can come in later! "There was a lot of giggling and I heard Jenny say with surprise in her voice: "NO! Really?"

I went back to the sitting room, selected a Beethoven piano concerto and looked at the books that were lying around. There was a book on the Australian economy that I had heard about, but never succeeded to get my hands on. I got the remainder of the bubbly, leaned back and immersed myself in the opening chapters. In my opinion, he was a chamber communist and used all the wrong arguments in a really perverse way, but he wrote well, and it was amusing to see how logic could be twisted when one really tried hard.

Suddenly something hit my leg and I looked up; there was Eileen in a string bikini, and when they invented that term, they must have looked at Eileen. There was a beige cord about one inch wide that came from the back of her neck down to her areola (which were considerably larger than one inch) and to the bottom of her mound, continued to her back and came around on the other side of her body, connected to the beginning of the string and then went upwards over the areola to finally arrive at her neck. The bottom part was not much larger as the same sized cord was like a belt around her narrow waist and a single string going down over her labia actually entering her outer lips, and then went back over her ass onto the belt. Wearing nothing would have been less seductive!

She smiled and told me that I was a strange man. There she was, displaying her body to her man in such a tempting manner, and I didn't even look at her? Well, if I wanted it this way, I could stay here and she would go to the pool.

"Goodbye, my dear." was all I heard. At the same time the others appeared. Their bikinis used a bit more textile, but not very much. The top covered the areola (completely in Jenny's case, not so with Maureen) and the tiny bottom tried to hide the pussy (completely in Jenny's case, not so with Maureen) and not at all their ass cheeks. Jenny stared at Eileen with wide eyes. "Where did you get this? And I thought that I was daring!"

"If you are nice to me, I'll tell you, my dear. And if you're very nice, I shall tell you much more, especially about those two!"

Maureen protested. " Mom, we promised to be nice to each other and not tell tales!"

Eileen considered this for a moment and said: "I'll not invent tales. Remember Local Rules: 'Don't lie!'? If Jenny really wanted to know more details than you might have told her and she asked me, I couldn't lie, could I? It might be interesting for Jenny to know how you met, how you offered yourself to him, how you seduced him, how you asked him to take you in your..."

"MOM! STOP THIS! If I want Jenny to know these things, I shall tell her, not you!"

Jenny now looked from one to the other.

"This gets interesting. James, you better beware because one or the other will tell me."

I looked at Eileen and when she looked back, I shook my head. "Eileen, remember that teasing is one thing, provoking is completely different. Please remember this."

She immediately came back and embraced her daughter. "I did not want to provoke you, but it's so easy to tease you. Forgive me, please?"

Maureen hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. She looked out and said that she was for the pool and if anybody wanted to come with her, they were welcome. If I wanted to come, I should please bring the bubbly, cold water with ice, a diet coke, lots of towels, and the sunscreen from her bedroom -- and please don't wait too long. Walking away from me, I could admire their bare backs swinging sensually from side to side, and when Jenny looked back and saw me watching her, she exaggerated her moves, smiling mischievously.

I finished the chapter, on one side admiring the courage of the writer to publish such nonsense, on the other side chiding myself wasting my time reading it when I could be in the presence of my lovely ladies. I got up, went to retrieve the items that I was commanded to bring, and went outside. There they were, stretched out on the chaise lounges, getting tanned. I took off my shirt and the shorts and joined them.

Eileen was the first to complain that I was inattentive and let them burn; where was the gentleman they thought they had in her midst? I remembered the last times I had to use sun screen on their bodies, and what had happened afterwards, and Eileen must have remembered it, too, because I saw her licking her lips. I glanced at Maureen who nodded, giving permission for the play.

"Well, gentle lady, let this gentleman provide you with the protection you need against the cruel sun!" and taking out the sunscreen, dropped a generous bit on her back. Leaning over her, I started to massage the cream into her body, first on her shoulders and her neck, then on her back. The string bothered me when I was gliding up and down her soft body, but I said nothing. Suddenly, she turned her head. "Dear sir, I grant you the boon to untie the bow on my back. You need to protect my entire body and not leave marks!"

I mumbled that there was no bow to untie, but I got the message. There was no knot, either, so the only way to free her of the top was to lift her upper body and slip it off, which I did to an accompanying sigh. This opened the way to give her a better massage, with long, easy strokes covering her back. She opened her legs a bit and this allowed me to continue the massage down her slender legs to her toes and back. She must have been running again, because they were slender and well turned. She lifted her hips a bit and I stroked the insides of her ass cheeks, which she accepted with good grace and an inviting moan. "Yes, kind sir. You are on the right path to the deepest secret." We were back to silliness.

I turned her around and dropped more sunscreen on her chest, trying to hit the nipples and succeeding. Then the massage started again, but this time I had more work as it was more difficult to protect two mounds with stiff peaks than an even back. I spent time there to make certain that no spot was forgotten, and Eileen was getting restless.

"Kind sir, I flower in your kindness, but there're parts of my body that are still unprotected and they need a real deep penetration to assure that nothing evil can happen. May I crave your indulgence as to fulfill your good efforts?"

This was getting silly, but if she wanted to play it this way, who was I to deny her the fun? I dropped more oil on her lower body and this time she did not wait -- she simply lifted her hips and took the remaining string off. I looked at the other side and saw Maureen smiling, but Jenny watched with her eyes wide open. This was something she had never seen, and I was wondering what effect it would have on her; I mean she had seen Maureen and I making love and had made love in front of Maureen, but always in the protection of our bedroom, but now in the open and with such open fun? And with Eileen, who she was probably still a bit afraid of? I blew her a kiss and she seemed to relax a bit; I also saw Maureen taking her hand and putting it on her breast.

I turned back to Eileen to finish my job and since she was naked now, it was easy to touch her pussy lips and massage the oil into her labia. She opened her legs wide and I used the opportunity to get two fingers into her and twirling them inside her canal. She twisted her body and pushed it into my hand so that I could invade her deeper still. When I put my thumb on her clitoris it was too much for her: she yelled and came explosively, her juices streaming out in abundance. I gave her one more twist and she shuddered and stretched her arms and legs as far as possible; then she relaxed and said: "Thank you, kind sir. I coveted this. I am beholden eternally to your kindness and kneel to your generosity."

We stared at her: what had gotten into her? She shrugged.