A Fantasy about Love Pt. 08

"Are you satisfied, Count de Winter? Will you take this poor woman to the Opera?"

I laughed: looking at her and hearing 'poor woman' was really out of this world.

"It'll be a pleasure for me, poor woman. Let me get my sword to fight off all the contenders for your pleasure!"

She smiled and I took her arm; the car was waiting and when we stepped out of it at the Opera House, it was as if a wave of silence followed us. There were many attractive and well-dressed women in the audience, but men were staring until hit by their partners, women were staring until stepped on by their partners. All of them were overwhelmed.

I had seen The Barber of Seville often enough to concentrate more on my love than on the singers and the setting. It was decently produced, the singers were OK and the one thing that always came through was Rossini's music. It has often been described as the masterpiece of opera buffo and has been popular now for over 200 years. The interplay between Count Almaviva, Figaro, Rosina and Bartolo is very amusing, and Rossini managed to convert the fun into beautiful music. Eileen enjoyed it and when the first act finished and we went to get a glass of bubbly, she recounted gleefully the fun she had. She saw a few friends and introduced me "My son-in-law, Count de Winter."

She liked this probably even more; she was a snob and enjoyed rubbing other people's noses into her social ascension. When the opera finished, I asked her whether she wanted to go out, have a drink and dance a bit, but she declined.

"Didn't I say that I would be especially nice to you? Let's go home and I'll show you!"

When I closed the door, she turned to me and kissed me with passion; then she pointed to two buttons on her dress "If you lose these, a miracle might happen..."

I stepped back and opened the buttons and a miracle did happen: the dress fell off in one swoop and she stood there, dressed only in her black sandals. "Now you can kiss me, James, wherever you want, nothing is hidden..." and I did want and kissed her all over until she stepped away and told me to prepare a drink whilst she would change into 'something more comfortable'. I wondered what could be more comfortable than being nude?

It was typically Eileen when she came back: a classic black transparent night gown with a décolleté showing a good part of her breasts, and apparently the only brake before it could fall off were her already stiff nipples. There were several slits at the side and in the front, and when she walked towards me her legs and her pussy looked out, showing what she would give me later. She had a tray in her hand with a bottle of Belvedere in an ice box, a plate of smoked salmon and two shot glasses. As she reached forward to place the tray in front of me, the gown slipped and exposed one breast. "Oops ... James, could you please repair this?" and she waited until I had picked up the errant top and replaced it back over her nipple.

"Something especially nice for you tonight, my love? Have some salmon, have a vodka, and then you can have me: anywhere and anyhow!"

It took all my self-control not to carry her immediately to the bedroom right now, but I was of German, no Prussian nobility and the superior part! and knew how to treat a lady. We had a drink, talked about the opera, had another drink with some salmon, and when I tried to pour her another shot, she declined.

¨James, you have to decide what you want: you can give me more vodka and then you can carry me to bed already asleep, or you can stop now and carry me to bed, completely awake and eager to please you -- and me. Make up your mind, my love; you know what I want!"

I did not need another hint and carried her to our bed: awake. When I laid her down, her gown disappeared, and she was looking at me. "James, I want to give you my ass tonight. It has been some while since you have filled it. Please?"

Would I disagree with such a request? I had been a fool often enough, but I am not an idiot. First, however, I wanted to feel her excitement. I moved between her legs and positioning my face right in front of her freshly shaved labia, I breathed in deeply, admiring the pure beauty of the smooth, puffy skin surrounding her vagina, the neatly folded lips of her smaller labia, and the drop of moisture that I could see forming at her opening in the dim candlelight. Again I smelled her heavy perfume, and here it was mixed with her woman smell, the sweet scent of Opium blending perfectly with the pungent smell of her sex. I lightly put the tip of my index finger on the small drop of moisture beginning to leak from her, spreading it up. I felt its thick viscosity, the wonderful slickness of it.

I kissed the puffy outer lips of her smooth labia, and inspecting the folds of her inner lips, I could see that more moisture was forming there. She tasted sweet and salty and to me it tasted perfect, and I wanted more. Her juice was thick and beginning to flow copiously. I put the tip of my tongue inside her and swirled it slowly around, creating firm pressure in a slow circle around her opening. She groaned again, letting me know she liked it.

I gave her upstanding clit a quick lick and she gasped. I gave another lick and she gasped again. My finger joined my tongue and she started to twist around. When I moved it slowly downwards, reaching her other entrance, I pushed it into her. My finger was slick, she was excited, and I entered easily. She cried out with pleasure as I gently and slowly pushed my finger into her ass as far as it would go. Her deep moan reassured me that I had done the right thing, and she went out of control and came violently. Her body trembled and one shock after another ran through her. My face was drowned in her liquids she had squirted onto it. She orgasmed for a long time, and I think many times, before she pushed me away. "Please, stop!" she cried out. "I can't take anymore!"

I withdrew and sat up, looking down at her swollen, red pussy with her stiff clit poking out. I could almost see it throbbing. My face was covered with her juice, the bed was soaked, and I was satisfied that I had her brought to this huge finish.

She needed some time to recover but wanted more.

When she finally relaxed, she pointed to the sideboard where a white tube was waiting. She turned around and supported herself on her knees and elbows; looking back to me and pushing her ass up, she said: "Now, my love, take what is yours!"

I started kissing her softly on her wide-open labia and sliding up, touched her other hole with my tongue. She liked it and participated pushing her cheeks apart to give me better access. I took the tube and applied a generous dose of the lubricant to her ass, pushing slowly one finger into her and as I felt her outer ring relaxing, added another one. She whispered "My love, this is all yours. Please take me and make me yours again!"

There seemed to be no real resistance anymore and dropping another drop of the lubricant on my shaft, I guided it to her entrance. It slipped in easily to the second ring, but there it stopped. Eileen was becoming impatient and pushed back, but to no avail. "Relax, my love. We have time and making love is so much better than having sex!"

I moved my penis slightly in and out, and slowly she gave way. It slipped in another inch, and then she pushed back with all her force and I impaled her completely. I was down all the way and her hot walls seemed to stroke my shaft. It was easy to move, but she was so tight that the friction added one moment of extreme pleasure after the other. She whimpered. "Yes, my love. I give myself to you, now and forever! " and she started her rhythm of up and down, side to side, faster and faster, until we both reached our limit and exploded. My juices filled her up and I could feel that some had even escaped from her hole as my shaft slipped out.

She lay down, but I was not yet completely satisfied; when she looked back over her shoulder and saw me still excited, she pushed her hips upwards once more, inviting me to come back. Her sweet hole was wide open, and it was easy to enter her once more, our juices having made it slippery and I could go down in one easy stroke. Now I wanted to take her, take my desire of her to another level, and be egoistic for a moment. I started to move again, first slowly, then faster, and at the end, I pounded her ass with almost violent force. She yelled my name, not afraid, but begging for more, and finally, I exploded in her once more. It was mind-blowing and I only realized of what I had done, when I felt her lying down carefully and moaning.

"Eileen, my love, I apologize. I don't know what came into me to hurt you. Please forgive me, darling!"

I wanted to move out of her, but she stopped me. "This is what I need, James. You made me cum gently so often, but I need this also. Not often, but occasionally. You satisfy my desires when you take me this way, when I know that I'm yours and that you'll be there always for me. I am different from Maureen: she wants gentle love and the occasional sexual adventure. I need this, James and I know that it is probably wrong, but that it the way I was educated and shaped by my husband. I'm much more physical than she is, so be happy that you have a woman who satisfies your soul and another one who satisfies your body. What more can you ask for?"

I shook my head and kissed her on her hair.

"I don't want you to be a sexual adventure, as you so nicely put it. I want you to feel that you are loved, cherished and pleased, and I'm certain that this night will be repeated, but you should know this: whatever happens and even if I'm deep inside you, feeling our excitement and passion, all you have to say is one word and I'll stop immediately. Your wellbeing is so much more important than a moment's sexual thrill! Do you understand this?"

She nodded and finally, I did slip out of her. The linen was all wet and I went to get towels to clean us and to cover the wet spot. In any case, I didn't believe that I could have gotten her to leave the bed to change the linen. I hugged her (and very carefully) whenever she moved, as I could feel that it was uncomfortable for her. She kissed me and I responded eagerly, but at the end, she was exhausted.

"James, will you make breakfast once more, please? I don't believe that I'm able to move around easily tomorrow morning. Look what you have done: more work for you! Will you keep me even so? I promise that you'll be rewarded!"

She stopped for a moment and laughed. "Probably not this way, but if you want me, just do it and I will enjoy it tremendously. I know, however, that there are other ways to reward your man. And remember that I always have additional input from Maureen -- and Jenny -- what pleases you. Your ears must ring once in a while; when we're together, you are the main point of our conversations. But don't worry: most of the time we find enough positive points in you that we decided to keep you! Oh Lord and Master! Hah!"

I knew that I could not keep any secrets from Maureen, but to be told that they had their own network concerning me was troublesome. She closed her eyes.

¨Goodnight, my love. Take care of me during my dreams, but first: Local rules!"

Pushing the blanket down she presented herself for my goodnight kisses, kissed me back and tried to crawl into me. "Hold me tight, darling." I embraced her, kissed her once more on her head and we both fell asleep.

The night was easy and when I woke up, she as looking at me. "You once said that I smile in my sleep. You do this, too, my love. You must be very happy."

"I am, darling, and it'll only get better since you're with me. You're an astonishing and exiting woman and I'm very proud to be at your side."

"Well, continue saying this and I can guarantee you that you can be inside me whenever you want! But now, my dear Count, your woman is hungry, and you promised food. I made certain that there are a lot of tasty gods in the fridge and all they need is your attention. Perhaps cheese and some ham this morning? Tea, please, toast and that orange marmalade you have. Then we can decide what to do."

"Your wish is my command, oh Lord and Master. Oh ... I forgot, I am the Lord and Master. Lady and Mistress?"

"All you have to say is 'my love' and I'll be completely satisfied!"

"Yes, my love" and I got out of bed. When I reached the door, she whistled. "Local rules, oh Lord and Master!"

I went back and welcomed the two breasts offered for my pleasure, and then was allowed to go to the kitchen and work. She winced when she lifted her body for me, but her smile continued. I prepared our breakfast and brought it to her. She sat up and again I saw her wincing when she moved upwards. I must have gone overboard when I took her, and I apologized once more.

"Don't worry, my love. You took me as I wanted to be taken: with force and love. It'll hurt a bit, but the pain will vanish; the memory of last night, however, will stay with me."

When we finished, I accompanied her to the bathroom and a hot shower. I made certain that every spot on her body was cleaned and some were inspected more than twice. She came softly again and only after I took out the towel to dry her, she protested.

"I know what you're going to do, and I am too sensitive now, both in front and back. You can sit there and admire me, but do not touch me, darling!"

It is a beautiful sight seeing your woman toweling herself off, touching her body, molding her breasts, drying her labia, and all the time presenting herself to you. She dressed in a New York Rangers sweatshirt that almost reached her knees and had her hair up in a ponytail.

"Can we stay at home this morning? I want to discuss with you what we are going to do the next few months, what to do about our Sydney office, how Maureen is doing, and when you will come to Brisbane. Not necessarily in this order! Also, I bought the silk you wanted from Thailand and it is beautiful. I got enough for us to try several gowns, and if you allow, I shall make one for me, too. Do you want to see them?"

I agreed and she went (slowly) to the guest room and returned with a big parcel. There were five packets and all of them showed stunning silk fabrics, with various colors intertwined: blue and red, yellow and red, green and red, green and blue, and last, black with blue. I imagined Maureen in them: her red glowing hair, her shining face, this dress sculpturing her beautiful body, her opal and a coronet that I had already started to discuss with my goldsmith. She would be absolutely lovely and the sensation of the evening!

I showed Eileen the blue and green cloth. "I believe that she will like this one; which one would you like, darling?"

She selected the green and red one, and I was happy that Jenny could select the one with her favorite colors: the black and blue. "Do you know a boutique that can make the dresses, and a designer who'll make them? I assume that this needs the input of you three, because each one has a definite private taste, so it cannot be a secret."

She admitted to my dismay that she had forgotten Jenny in her plans, but immediately came up with a boutique, two fashion designers to choose from, and a timeframe of about two months. This was OK because the Hochadelsball in München was at the end of May. We agreed to wait until Maureen was back to start on this project, and then turned to less important work, like planning the future of NT, my future in Sydney, and how Eileen should vote in the Prime Minister's attempt to be reelected: she was against, I was in favor.

She surprised me in her choice for lunch; she did not want to go out and suggested Chinese delivery. Eileen and Chinese delivery? She had heard from a friend that there was a restaurant that was quite good. "And if at the end, James, the food is not so good, the wine will be excellent!"

I liked exotic food, but Chinese delivery? Well, what the lady wanted she got; we called them and ordered a good sample of their most popular dishes. In desperation, I took out a bottle of champagne and thinking better, one more bottle. I had heard that there was a delicious diet: oyster, caviar and champagne; at least the champagne I had.

The delivery boy gave me about 12 cardboard boxes filled with oily food, but a tempting smell. I took out the champagne and set the dished when Eileen walked in; slowly, I must admit. She still was wearing that sweatshirt and I groaned.

"Eileen, I like that shirt and I like the Rangers, a team that had dreams and so often woke up to reality. They always reminded me to have a Plan B: a good lesson in survival in real life, but, darling, I much prefer to look at you, and not at this thing. Could you change, please?"

"James, this problem is easily resolved." and she simply took the shirt off and sat there in her glorious nudity. Didn't I tell before that she was very smart? We ate most of the food, and to my surprise it was not as bad as it looked. I would have to tell Maureen about this, and drinking the champagne, I was surprised: it matched most of the dishes; but whenever is champagne not the right drink? We went back to the sitting room and listened to piano concert, then a violin concert, but when I put an opera onto the stereo, she looked at me.

"James, I was abused last night and can hardly move. I need someone to carry me to my bed and check the pain I have all over. I need a tender massage and probably some kisses in the appropriate parts to make it good again. Do you know of anyone who would volunteer for this?"

I can take my hints and picked her up and carried her back to our bed and laid her down. She stretched slowly, which seemed to cause her a bit of discomfort. It gave me a wonderful view of a beautiful body, however. Now she could smile again.

"Thank you, darling. I changed my mind and want my kisses first."

She pointed to her eyes (which I kissed wondering how they could hurt), to her mouth (the same though), to her breasts (a bit more time spent there, but she seemed to enjoy it), and then I was on one of my favorite spots on a woman's body: her stomach and her labia. I slowly glided down and caressed the crinkly skin. She pushed me down and I crawled between her legs, which she spread for me, lifting her hips and I pushed a pillow beneath her, so that I could concentrate on our pleasure. It was wonderful: her sensual scent was already strong, some drops were creeping out of her inner walls, and she was pushing her bottom even farther up to get my tongue into her. I pushed her legs over my shoulders and looked at her: Her labia were shining from her arousal and when I blew softly on her outer lips, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back on her pillow. She moaned a bit and asked me to go on. "Careful, darling, but do not stop!"

I dipped my tongue into her opening quickly before gliding up through her fold only to stay very close to her hooded button. Eileen's juices filled my mouth and my mind had troubles handling all the flavors. I decided to tease her a bit and continued to kiss her softly without, however, touching her clitoris. Her moans were getting louder, and she was having problems lying still.

"Plea ... please ... Please... "Eileen whispered between her moans and her shallow breaths.

I pushed my tongue as far into her opening as I could and started wiggling it around. Her juices flowed, covering my tongue and lips. Then I decided to give her release from the sexual tension. I sucked on the clit and mover my tongue around and my lips closed on the peak of her clit that had emerged eagerly. Her body stiffened and she grabbed the linen; moaning loudly, her body started to tremble. Her body stiffened and as she came, her juices squirted out of her. I swallowed everything and even when her breathing slowed down, more aftershocks rippled through her body, pushing even more liquid into my mouth. Finally, she tensed up once more before collapsing on the bed. "Thank you, darling." was all she could say.