A Fantasy about Love Pt. 09

"Oh Lord and Master, how can I serve you? Front or back? Now or do you want your food first? ¨

I felt that the banter had gone too far and lifted her, placing her on my lap. "All I want is you, smiling and happy. And food, of course. A glass of champagne would also be nice."

They looked at each other and it seemed that they were satisfied with my reaction; they could trust my love for them. Eileen got up and got the champagne and offered me not a flute, but in an old-fashioned champagne glass.

"I read that the design of these glasses comes from the late 17th century and were copies of Queen Marie Antoinette's breasts. Is this true? I bought these for us because I know your fascination with certain parts of our body?"

I nodded, since I had heard that story often enough in Germany.

"Do you remember that once we asked you whether my or Maureen's breast were prettier, and you weaseled out of an answer? You have studied them for some time now and must have found an answer."

I knew that this could only lead to trouble and weaseled out again.

"Yes, I had an answer, but suddenly Jenny came into the picture. How can I answer you rationally if I don't compare all three against each other? I'd be either preposterous or prejudiced in favor of one of you. I need more time, ladies!"

They groaned in disappointment: I did not fall into traps very easily. Eileen shrugged. "Well, perhaps we catch him the next time."

We had breakfast with my ladies presenting their lovely bodies to my eyes, but when I tried to touch them, I was hit on my hand because there was no time to fool around. They had to prepare the picnic basket. After a few minutes they were ready to go, dressed in sports blouses (blue and green), and shorts (white and blue). Maureen was driving to the same place we had been months ago. It was off the main road and into a small earth path. Finally, we ended up at a small clearing overlooking the Brisbane River. It was a beautiful sight, from the mountains on one side and the city skyline on the other. They unpacked the blankets and the baskets, and I prepared the drinks. They looked at each other and slowly undressed, lying down on the blanket, but leaving a place for me between them. What could I do? I did, too, and they took out a sunscreen lotion. "Could you please do the honors, dear?"

First Maureen, then Eileen turned around and offered their backs to my hands. It was a pleasure for me, and they were visibly excited when I finished the massage and asked them to turn around. I went from one to the other and returned again. It seemed to be frustrating for them, judging from the groaning I heard, and they started to grumble asking for a more direct effort. I made certain that their breasts were well protected from the sun with special emphasis in their areolae. You never knew how much protection was needed and it was better to err on the safe side! The same applied to their labia and when I had finished, they had come at least once. The champagne had gone and when I looked for the wine, they said no. They returned the favor with the same care and there was a brief scrabble who would do me.

Eileen requested the honor; after all, she was the lady of the house, Maureen's mother and I would leave on Monday. Maureen did not agree to the logic of her argument but acquiesced at the end. Eileen smiled satisfied and spent her time massaging the cream into my body and when she came to George, she doubled her effort. It did not last long, and I was ready to cum, but Eileen wanted to play around. It was exciting, but also frustrating.

I whispered in a stage voice to Maureen: "If you finish me, I'll be especially nice to you tonight." This had the intended effect and Eileen took me deep in her mouth and made me explode. I shot my seeds into her mouth, but she could not swallow fast enough, and some drops dribbled on my stomach. She looked at her daughter and pointed to the drops. "Are you interested?" She was and I was cleaned up rapidly.

We were hungry now and they served the goodies: cheeses, cold cuts, and rolls. It was delicious, especially when combined with the Hunter Valley Shiraz she had brought along. It had been in a cooler and still had the right temperature. The day passed into the afternoon and Eileen suggested to go home; perhaps we could go dancing once more? Maureen agreed and after a delightful drive through the hills we were back. Everyone wanted a shower and the ladies needed time to pretty up; not that they needed it, in my opinion.

It was easy for me: a jacket, grey sports trousers, and my standard Hermès tie. Maureen wanted my help starting with her panties and her bra. We agreed on a little golden thong and a lacy little thing almost hiding her nipples. Then she paraded a long slinky black gown with a daring décolleté that showed a good part of her proud mounds and let her opal pendant swing freely. I loved it and she was happy. We went to the sitting room where Eileen was already waiting for us. She wore a dark blue sheath gown leaving one shoulder bare, her red hair curling down to her shoulders, where two little straps were holding up the gown. The ruby brooch I had given her on my wedding was over her left breast, and when she moved, the gown complimented her slender body and her long, long legs. She was not only a beautiful body, but she dominated the scene with her presence. Her smile showed her satisfaction with the impact she had made, and I made a conscientious effort to close my mouth. Maureen repeated slowly what she had asked before. "Mom, will I be as beautiful one day as you're today?"

I turned to her and hugged her. "My love, you're as beautiful as your mother, only in a different way" and I whispered "and for me, you'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world!"

I stepped forward and offered her my arm. "May I have the honor to take you out, Mrs. Monahan? I'm your most faithful servant, Milady. And may I also offer my arms to you, Countess de Winter? ¨

Both smiled happily and we went to the waiting car, where Rogerio was back to drive us. The restaurant was elegant, and we were well received.

"Reservation for Mrs. Monahan and guests? Please come and follow us to a table we reserved for you. As requested, it's close to dance floor."

He asked us whether it was satisfactory. Eileen agreed and nodded to a couple of acquaintances. An elderly gentleman approached and Eileen introduced us. "James, this is Andrew, the owner of this wonderful restaurant. I have used it often for important business events and we were always satisfied. Andrew, this is my son-in-law, Count de Winter and my daughter Maureen, Countess de Winter."

His eyebrows climbed up and his attention was suddenly divided between the business contact and the social contact. One would give him money, the other an uptick on the social ladder. I saw him already telling everyone, especially the gossip columns, that he had a Count as his guest!

"Anything to drink, Mrs. Monahan? Count de Winter? Countess?" His voice was a bit louder now and I realized that several guests at the other tables were glancing our way. I hated this, but Eileen adored it.

"Andrew, a bottle of Dom Perignon to start with, please. And please tell the DJ that we would appreciate it if he could pass by."

"Yes, Ma'am. Immediately, Ma'am."

A moment later the DJ appeared and Eileen asked him to sit down.

"Mr?" ..."Frederick, Ma'am..." ..."Mr. Frederick, my daughter and I would like to dance the night away. May I ask a favor? We don't want heavy rock or any protest songs or rappers. When we come up to the dance floor, could you please play the nice songs, even if you find them kitschy? Waltzes, foxtrots, tango ... the whole range of obsolete old-fashioned music that has a melody and a rhythm. Please? We'll make it worthwhile for you."

"Ma'am, I'm here to entertain the guests of this fine restaurant and there is no extra fee necessary. I'm certain that the music I shall offer will please you."

The champagne arrived and the long discussion of food and wines started. I looked around and was impressed; the restaurant was small, with about twenty tables and was decorated in elegant, simple lines, a few modern pictures on the wall (I saw a signed print of a Picasso drawing), The chairs with dark blue and light-yellow settings, and glass-topped tables in clear wood, and the plates in a modern design. Pleasant, I agreed. The lighting was subdued with little lamps that just illuminated the center of the table. The music was background only; I assumed that as soon as Eileen put on her dancing shoes that would change. Finally, they arrived at a conclusion and I was told what I would eat.

"James, we´ll all have the fig and pear salad; it is very tasty, and we'll continue the champagne. You´ll have then the Porterhouse steak with a half bottle of the 2012 Pepperjack. It's a very inexpensive wine..." I wondered what very inexpensive meant for her? A hundred dollars a bottle?... "... but it was selected as one of the best shiraz in Australia. Maureen and I will have the Macadamia Barramundi with Mango Cream Sauce and a bottle of the Ravensworth Riesling, and as dessert we´ll have their wonderful chocolate mousse with a tawny Port. Do you accept our selections?"

"Eileen, what would you say if I wanted a beer?"

"Well, it depended on what beer you would want. Andrew has a large selection of Australian and imported beers; you just have to say what you want."

She had called my bluff and I bowed my head to her. "Eileen, your selection of wines and food have never disappointed me, and I´m certain that this time it will be perfect, too."

She grinned, satisfied that I had to concede defeat. She looked to the dance floor, where two elderly couples were dancing. "James, I will let Maureen have the first dance, but then, my friend..."

I got up and pulled Maureen into my arms. "Let's dance, my love. It is always so wonderful to hold you in my arms!"

It was a slow waltz and Maureen leaned into me. She must have taken some dancing lessons because she was much more comfortable and followed easily my lead. Judging from her smile, she seemed to enjoy it and closed eyes, humming along with the music. We stayed on the floor for some more dances until I saw the maître d' bring plates to the table. I twirled her around and thanked her for the dances, and we walked back. The salad was brilliant and perfectly suited to the rest of the champagne.

When the plates were taken away, Eileen looked at me and tapped her foot. "James, my dear, it is my turn now!"

I bowed handsomely to her, clicked my heels and offered my hand. "Mrs. Monahan, may I have this dance, please?"

She nodded demurely, and that must have been difficult for her! I loved Maureen and she danced well, but Eileen was in a completely different class. It was like floating around and we only stopped when a discreet cough advised that the dishes were served. The other guests applauded when we walked off; nobody had dared to be on the same floor with us. Maureen was smiling. "The two of you are wonderful to watch. One day, Mom, I'll be there, too."

The steak was perfect, and the shiraz matched it; the ladies were satisfied also. It was getting late and Maureen saw her mother looking longingly at the dance floor. "Go, Mom. I'll have him for the rest of my life! Go and enjoy yourself!"

Off we went again and only when I saw Maureen eating her mousse, I led Eileen back to the table. It was late and there were few guests left so Eileen realized that the evening was coming to a close. She pulled me back to the floor and told the DJ that she wanted one more waltz, a foxtrot, a quickstep, a tango and another waltz; then he would be free to close his equipment. He nodded, looked through his CD's (a tango?), but then he bowed to Eileen.

"It was an extreme pleasure for me to see you dancing and enjoying yourself. I've never seen such perfection before: my congratulations. By the way, the same to you, sir. You seem to dance well also."

Eileen burst out laughing. "'Dance well also'? Mr. Frederick, I dance well because he leads me with perfection. Without him I might even stumble over my feet!"

He looked at me with doubts in his eyes but did not say anything. When he started the waltz. she was clinging to me and only the tango separated us for a moment. The last waltz was the Strauss Blue Danube, that I knew well, and we fitted once more into each other. When it stopped, she wiped a tear off her eyes and gave me a kiss. "Thank you, James. Every time we dance together it is like paradise. Thank you, my love."

Maureen was grinning. "I hope nobody saw you dancing the last dances. It was almost indecent to see the love in your eyes when you looked up to him. You better start to control yourself, Mom, or rumors will run wild. And where would I fit in?"

"I was just grateful for the dances, dear."

"Mom, that was a Look of Unadulterated Adoration!"

Eileen looked at me and then at Maureen. "Perhaps I went too far and showed my feelings. That will not happen in the future."

Andrew appeared asking whether everything was to her satisfaction, and that he would send the bill to NT.

"Add a good tip for Frederick - the music was excellent." I led the ladies back to the car where Rogerio was waiting, and we went home. Eileen was still smiling and humming some tunes; once we were in the house, she hugged me. "James, that was wonderful. I have never felt so good in my life."

Maureen looked at her with her eyebrows slowly climbing. Eileen realized what she had said.

"Well, there were moments ... actually there were many moments where I was as happy or even more so. I remember when you were born, when you told me you loved your mother, when I married, and when James came into my life. They were all wonderful, but tonight finished the way I wanted."

She hugged me once more and then stepped back. "Can we have a glass of Port before we go to bed?"

Maureen nodded and I served the Noval Vintage Port she had selected.

"Children, I'm tired and I assume you are, too. There's one more favor I'd like to ask: Can I sleep with you tonight? I feel so safe when I'm with you."

Maureen looked at me, I agreed silently and then she responded. "Mom, you're always welcome in our bed. We've shared so much, and it has never been something we regretted. So come along and let's give James a show he'll remember for a long time."

She took our hands and led us to our bedroom; then she turned to her and asked: "You or me first?"

"He should be first, don't you agree?"

They undressed me with a grin on their faces and pushed me onto the bed. Then Maureen looked tenderly at me.

"You know that I´m always available for you, for whatever you want and however you want it."

She slowly let the gown slip over her shoulders and stepped out of it. Then she unhooked her bra and pushed down her little thong, proudly presenting herself to me. She turned around to show her back and tight ass and then came to me, offering her breasts for my kisses. Eileen had watched this and when Maureen sat beside me, she started her show. She unhooked one strap and her gown also glided down and to my surprise there was no underwear at all.

"Mom, you went commando! How dare you!"

She smirked. "I thought it exciting. I almost told James when we were dancing, but I did not want to embarrass him!"

She came to us and sat on my other side. A little push from Maureen and I was lying on the bed and they followed immediately. Both laid their heads on my shoulder and taking my hands, placed them on their breasts. "That is the way to finish a wonderful evening!"

Eileen wanted to talk a bit and told us about the people that were at the restaurant, specially about their reaction when she went to the dance floor. "The Ice Lady dancing?" and that once she almost fell down when Frederick played the tango. "It was difficult to follow you in these mad steps, but I did it!"

She chuckled proudly and snuggled to me as close as possible "Maureen, I'm really tired and unable to do anything. If you're interested in fooling around, I'd gladly watch you and even help you in certain ways..."

Maureen shook her head "We are all tired, Mom. I prefer to sleep and tomorrow we'll be analyzing the company's financial statements and prepare for the meeting on Monday. I'm quite happy just to go to sleep. Do you agree, James?"

What a question! Both women who had sworn to serve me at any moment, just told me that they were going to sleep, and I better would, too? It was funny in a certain way and I grinned.

"Yes, Ma'am. As ordered, I shall close my eyes and go to sleep. Thank you for the consideration, Ma'am."

She sat up. "James, I didn't mean to order you around. I just wanted to tell you that I'm tired and that there is a lot of work to be done tomorrow. If you want me..."

I shook my head "My love, I found the situation funny. You're right and occasionally we have to follow what is necessary and not what we want. Go to sleep, darling."

She kissed me and followed local rules, and Eileen repeated the gesture. The night was quiet and when I woke up occasionally it was always wonderful to feel these two bodies pressed against mine.

TO BE CONTINUED