A Fantasy about Love Pt. 08

It was an interesting conversation and we agreed to return in two weeks' time when they had made up their mind on what they really wanted. When I was back, I called Peter and asked him to dig deeper into the company; perhaps we could make a different sale there. Mary Ann advised that her trip had been booked and for me to go to the Administrative Manager to get her the week off; that was easy especially when I told him that she would go to Cleveland to stay beside Sir Allan and Lady Ellen in their need. He had heard already about Maureen's trip and was very supportive. I had a brief sandwich lunch with Peter and went over to my second job.

Irene was waiting for me and she had learned already how I wanted to work and had prepared the mail and the phone calls I should make. There was also a review of the previous year's results and the organization of the sales meeting. We had passed well our sales quota and most of my people were entitled to a bonus trip that this year would go to Hawaii. Mary Ann was organizing this and apparently everything was in perfect order. Well, since it was Mary Ann who was organizing it, what could go wrong?

Irene was smiling all over since she had heard over the rumor mill that Mary Ann was flying to Cleveland to substitute for Maureen.

"James, you surprise me again. When you arrived, you were respected but feared -- the perfect impersonation of the strong willed, reserved and disciplined German. Do you know that people have started to like you? What is wrong with you? Do you want to become a human being?"

She had put flowers on my desk (blue; I could see that Mary Ann must have talked to her about my preferred colors) and after finishing our tasks, I could go home.

I called Eileen and informed her about Jenny going to the States and Maureen coming back as soon as Jenny had arrived.

"Does this mean that you'll be alone over the weekend? Well, not anymore: I arrive on Friday night and would be immensely pleased if you'd take me to dinner, to an opera and then me, and not necessarily in this order. Wonderful! Let's see what I can bring to Sydney; your fridge is never stocked to my satisfaction, but don't worry: I'll bring everything: food including smoked salmon; drinks including my Belvedere vodka, and some very sexy outfits! I'm so much looking forward to this trip! James, I miss you and it will be wonderful to be in your arms again! I love you and see you soon!"

She hung up without giving me a chance to respond.

When I told Jenny about this conversation she nodded and murmured "I told you so..."

"You better eat a lot of oysters, my love. She'll want to wear you out, so be careful and remember who loves you from our hearts."

The next day passed quickly and Mary Ann gave me all the documents to sign and had told Peter what he should do during her absence (I wondered for a moment who the manager was...). I had a list of contacts to call, my meetings were set up for the whole week and I should call Mr. Cunningham as soon as possible. I went over to the other office and did as I was ordered. Bill Cunningham asked me how everything went and what I had heard about Sir Allan. I told him the sad news that Lady Ellen had not improved and that my wife had flown to Cleveland to be at their side in this moment of need.

He was surprised and said that after having met Maureen, he was certain that her presence would alleviate some of the pain. Coming back to business, he complimented me on my new temporary position and stated that they all were very grateful for our performance. We had saved the sales quotas for the Region and for the Group. It had been dubious until the last moment whether the Group could make it, but with our numbers it just slipped into positive numbers. I should hear a very heartfelt 'thank you' when we met the next time in Hawaii for the Sales Conference. He also wanted me to make the Keynote Address at the opening ceremony, because I had deserved the honor.

I was surprised; to go from a sales manager to a Director of Sales to an Acting President to a hero for the Group in less than a year was fast even for me. I thanked him and said that I would not disappoint him.

"James, since you came to Australia you performed one miracle after the other and we've all the confidence in the world that this year will be as good as the last one. Just remember: no good deed goes unpunished: your new quota will be much higher!"

I groaned and he laughed. "That's life, James, and life's not always fair!"

We worked hard since Jenny had to teach her substitute how to prepare my marketing workload, and in the afternoon, I looked after the rest of the company. On Thursday night we ran in the park, with Jenny as usual disappearing before me and I trundling behind her. Then we had our dinner and went to bed. I hugged her and told her how the days (and especially the nights) she had spent with me on her own, seemed to have deepened our bonding.

"Jenny, you're so easy to live with and it's so enticing having you in my arms every night, that I definitively don't ever want to lose you, and I'm certain that you have the same feeling. Our relationship with Maureen is perfect and both of you seem to understand each other intimately, knowing your thoughts and completing your actions. It's so perfect that I'm a bit afraid. Will it be forever this way as we live together?"

She turned to me. "My love, I cannot explain the reasons why we're so happy together, but I know that we are, and always will be. Don't worry: we'll not let you lose us!"

She kissed me tenderly, but slowly this kiss turned into an act of love and passion. She leaned forward and when I felt her mouth pressing against mine and her tongue caress my lips, it was so soft and so fleeting I was certain I was dreaming the whole thing. It was almost as if her tongue was making a polite request to enter, and I tenderly reciprocated the gesture and opened my lips a bit granting her my unqualified permission. Our tongues caressed and explored each other for several captivating, unhurried, glorious minutes before we separated staring into each other's moist eyes.

She grabbed my head between her hands, holding it steady for a few moments before delivering onto my lips one of the most passionate, urgent, delicious, greedy, glorious kisses I have ever experienced. My hand was wandering down her firm breasts to her moist pussy and my mouth followed it. Her mounds were topped by her pale areolae and excited, scrumptious thick nipples. I spent my time on them, teasing, sucking, biting and laving them tenderly but firmly. She started to moan and push herself into my mouth, but at the same time her hand guided my fingers to her labia. Her delicate scalloped folds were gorgeous, the outer edges tinted a darker pink than the margin leading to her core. Her clit, even though hooded and nestled, was not hidden from my appraisal and was no less perfect. My finger entered first, but my tongue was not far behind. She was already wet and ready and when I sucked on her clitoris she came loudly. Still trembling she pulled me up and begged me: "I'll be gone for over a week; I want to feel you in me!"

She pushed herself down and entering easily, I felt my shaft deep inside her hit her cervix. That was too much for her, and she carried me with her over the precipice. She embraced me with every force she had, and I responded as eagerly; this was the moment I really cherished, still inside her after having made love to the woman I adored and feeling her shiver with the aftershocks of passion.

"Now I've memories to carry with me, darling. Be careful what you do in the office as I will not be there to look out for you, but I spoke with Irene and she'll watch the temp. And be careful with Eileen! I like her very much, but remember the last time she went overboard; you have to be firm and understanding, but you've to protect yourself and us, my love. Always think of us!"

Slowly my shaft slipped out and she moaned a bit. "I want you in me, my love. Tell George to come back, please!" All I could do was take her into my arms and hold her tight.

"Go to sleep, my love and dream of us."

She protested, but finally accepted that nature once in a while was stronger than passion. She put her head on my chest and we talked a while about us, about Maureen and about our future; then her eyes started to close. She lifted her body: "Rules are rules!" and offered herself to our goodnight kisses; then she kissed me tenderly and went to sleep.

In the morning I woke up with something soft caressing my penis. Jenny had moved down and was holding it in her hands and kissing the tip. "I've to tell George goodbye, darling, and if he had any kind of feeling for me, he'd give me his love also!"

George decided that he had feelings and showed his appreciation growing rapidly in her hand. She contemplated her position: "This is what I like about George: with the right motivation he is always ready and able!" She licked him up and down and then took him deep inside her mouth. I decided to help George's feelings and holding her head against my shaft, started to push it deeper into her mouth. She grinned and taking George out and pulling him in again, beginning a slow, but intense rhythm that lifted my tension higher and higher. Her hand also stroked up and down and between the two-sided attack, I let myself go and spurted my juices into her mouth. She swallowed almost all and only a few drops escaped. "My love, now I'll carry you inside me on my trip and when I go to sleep at night, you'll be with me."

She pulled herself up and I wiped the creamy drops off her face.

"This is mine, darling!" and she licked my finger clean. She rested her head on my chest and said: "Give me five minutes more and then I'll have to get up; you'll have to go to the office and I to my flat -- MY flat -- and get the luggage. I asked for a car to get me to the airport so don't worry about me. Look out for yourself!"

We got up, I received my good morning kisses and in response helped her take a shower. It must have been a coincidence, but she seemed to have a small orgasm when I washed her body and another one when I dried it. I agree that I spent special attention to several special parts of her lovely body, but even so, I was proud of myself.

Breakfast was fast: I prepared the coffee machine and she the toast. Then we had to say goodbye and even I had a trace of humidity in my eyes when I kissed her the last time. I hated that she had to go. Alone to the airport, but a customer has asked for an early meeting.

I was early in the office and was waiting for the temp to appear when Irene walked by.

"When is Maureen coming back, James? What are you doing over the weekend?" I told her that I would go to the Opera House and see Rossini's The Barber of Seville, a famous opera buffa with wonderful music that might lift my spirits after her long absence. She looked at me.

"Mary Ann is a good friend of Maureen, isn't she? I've seen them together and the affection between them is visible. It's wonderful for her to have a friend as intelligent and efficient as Mary Ann, and she's your friend also. James, she protects you like a lioness protects her cubs, not that you are a cub, but you do need occasionally a hint of what is happening around you. You have become better, but have still a long way to go..."

She smiled and walked away. I was not quite certain what this was all about, but as she said, I had a long way to go to understand intra-human politics! Allan called and told me that Ellen was upset about Jenny coming to her side, but also very happy -- as was he. He had dreaded the days alone and Ellen descending again in her depression, but now there was a caring person with them, and things would become better, wouldn't they? They would never forget the love we had shown and the sacrifice the two ladies had made to help Ellen.

He swallowed twice and then in a gruff voice asked how the company was doing. I updated him on everything and told him that Mr. Cunningham had contacted me and transferred the thanks of the Group Managers about our performance that had saved their year. I should also give the Keynote Speech and I sincerely hoped that he would be present; after all he was as responsible for our success as all our staff.

He interrupted me. "James, recall what I once told you. A leader cannot always hide himself behind others: he has to lead and accept the good and the bad parts of the leadership. You're at this moment on a high, but remember Shakespeare and Caesar's soothsayer who told him to beware the Ides of March? Your time will come when you have problems and where will you hide then? Be yourself and you'll win all battles!"

I knew why I respected this man so much. The rest of the conversation was rapid, and I asked him to give my love to Ellen.

"She knows you and your wife, and Jenny has won her heart. too. If anything good can come out of this, it is that we know now that we have a family again."

The day passed with good results. The early customer canceled the meeting, and I was very upset. He had forced me to let Jenny go alone to the airport, and then he cancelled the meeting! Let him ask for another one, and he'd see my response! But I knew what my response would be, unfortunately...

I called Mr. Young to thank him for the introduction to Mr. Fuller and I heard the smile in his voice. "He called me already and told me that you seem to be as good as I had sold you to him. Do your best!" He asked about Sir Allan as news had spread fast; he also knew that Maureen had flown to the States to be at Ellen's side and that this was also known in Sydney's business circles.

"You'll do well, Count. You'll do very well, indeed! You will also later get a call from my son; please accept it."

Later in the afternoon Irene told me that there was a personal phone from a Mr. Young. To my surprise it was a young voice.

"I am Marvin Young, Count. The guy who made a mess of myself on New Year. I know that you have pressed charges against me, and I agree that my behavior was unacceptable. I didn't call you to ask for forgiveness, but to tell you that I have joined a counseling group and I've also separated from my so-called friends. I would really appreciate it if one day I could come to see you and your wife and apologize personally. This will never happen again!"

I told him that you always have to pay for your mistakes, but that I respected his courage to call me. "Call me when you are ready, and we'll see you."

The afternoon ended on a good note! I left late after going once more through the financial statements for the last year and the projection for the current one. It was a good education for me, and I understood the pressure Sir Allan had been under the last years. It had, however, finally improved tremendously and he must be proud of his people.

Chapter 33: Variations on a Theme of Love -- Presto ma non tanto

When I arrived at the flat, I sensed the presence of Eileen; with all the problems we had had, this had not vanished. I opened the door and there she was, beautiful as always. She turned and jumped into my arms. "James, you're finally here. What took you so long? I've been waiting for hours! I almost called you, but I imagined you had work to do at the office! But you're here now, darling. How wonderful!"

She kissed me passionately and I was happy having her in my arms, feeling her body against mine. I perceived after a while that I had to breathe and opened my arms so that I could look at her. She was an outstandingly beautiful woman: her red hair coming down in curls to below her shoulders, her eyes shining, her lips smiling, and her body pressed against mine. She kissed me once more and stepped away. Now I could see her better; she was dressed in a white blouse that seemed to be almost transparent and offered interesting peaks and valleys, a wrap-around dark blue skirt that went almost to her knees showing her long and slender legs, and a pair of open black sandals. She wore her pendant and had the red brooch attached to her blouse.

"Eileen, you're a pleasure for my eyes and to kiss you makes my day complete. Thank you for coming, my love."

She shook her head. "You don't have to thank me, it's me who thanks you for letting me come, darling. I was getting desperate since I haven't seen you for over two weeks and I needed to be in your arms. Now we can relax; there're two days in front of us where we can concentrate on each other. Have a shower and change and I'll have something to eat for us when you are back. And here is an incentive for you not to dawdle..." and she undid two buttons on her blouse that showed that she had obeyed local rules. She also put her hand on the clasp of the skirt and loosened it a bit to show that with just another move it would fall off.

I hurried to shower, change, shave and put some Eau de Cologne on my face. When I came back, she had put plates and food on the table, and lit four scented candles with a seductive perfume. The best part was she herself: her blouse was open now, only knotted below her breasts (and it really was transparent, showing how excited she was already) and the skirt was replaced by a dark blue long silk skirt that had generous openings at the side and in front.

"Please come and have something to eat, my love. I selected a Pinot Noir that you like, but if you prefer, I could make tea or coffee."

"Eileen, when you are around, I don't need stimulants -- you are who I want."

She smiled satisfied and served me a glass of wine and put the cold cuts and the cheeses in front of me.

"James, I know that you had Jenny with you this week and I'm happy that you had someone you love with you, but this weekend is for me! I promise you that I'll behave and do whatever you want without pushing the limits, but remember 'anyhow and anywhere' as I promised a long time ago. I'm yours, completely and without limits."

When she moved forward to pour the tea, the knot in her blouse opened and her breasts spilled out.

"Oops, my little puppies want to re-acquaint themselves with you!"

I wanted to take them in my hands, but it was not the right moment yet. I touched her stiff nipples, said hello twice and then took the cup of tea she had offered. She was visibly disappointed that the ploy had not worked, but didn't close her blouse. She told me about her weeks at NT, complained that I was not there to help her and applauded Maureen's decision to go to the States. I commented the incident on New Year and that Mr. Young, the father, had recommended me to a friend, and that his son had called and apologized. When the wine was finished, we cleaned the table, put the plates in the dishwasher and retired to the sitting room. I took out a bottle of the port wine we had purchased in Pokolbin and filled her glass. It was round and full of bod; not a real port wine, but the Australian version with its own character. Then I sat down on the couch and called her.

"Come here, my love. I want to feel you close to me!"

She sat on my lap with a very satisfied smile and snuggled close to me. Her body was a bit heavier than Maureen's with more pronounced curves, but it was beautiful. She put her head on my shoulder and placed my hand on her breast.

"Now I'm home, James. Now I feel safe and protected. Have I told you recently that I love you? I haven't heard this from you in over two weeks, so you have to make up a lot!"

Why did I have to make up when she apparently did not have to do this? Female logic!

"I do love you, as you know, my dear. So let's see what I have missed these weeks..."

My hand was holding her breast and my thumb was caressing the stiff nipple. She leaned back into me and told me that all that was mine: anyhow and anywhere. When my hand was slowly gliding down and my lips replaced my hand on her breast, she smiled happily and pushed her nipple into my mouth. She opened her skirt a bit to give me better access and I could feel the heat of her labia. She leaned forward and pulled my t-shirt over my head and started to kiss my chest. I started to wonder what I was doing on the couch when the bed was so much more comfortable, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. There she pushed me onto the bed and took off my shorts and standing in front of me, slowly dispensed with her blouse and the skirt. She turned around showing me her slender, firm body, her smiling face, her tight upward pointing breasts with her nipples already stiff, her narrow waist and her tight pussy, her long legs and turning around, her firm ass.