A Fantasy about Love Pt. 09

"James, what did you do, for heaven´s sake? Mrs. Monahan is cancelling the contract!"

Now I was surprised and looked at Eileen. I told Allan to hold for a moment and muted the phone.

"Eileen, what did you do? You cancelled the contract?"

She nodded, but whispered "I know what I´m doing. Go on, talk to Allan!" I went back to him.

"Allan, I didn´t do anything except to tell Eileen exactly what happened in Hawaii. I decided to take a few days off and she invited me to come to Brisbane to relax, which I did last night. This is the first thing I hear about any cancelation! What did she do?"

Allan was despaired. "She sent me a registered letter, writing more or less what she just said on the phone, and finished suspending all activities on the NT project. James, we have to find a compromise! This would be a disaster! It'll be one in any case, because by now people in Sydney know everything, but I hope we can restrain it to Australia. If she cancels the contract, everyone loses! James, please do something to avoid this."

He said goodbye and hung up, and I turned to Eileen. "What did you do, and why?"

She was still upset but had calmed down.

"James, you know that I'll always protect you, and I'm going after the guy who caused all this. I don't intend to cancel the contract; I'm not stupid. But I sent this letter to issue a message to the Chairman of IBM. If he makes mistakes, he'll have to pay for it. I want a written apology from him, admitting the mistake of appointing this idiot, and giving you an honest evaluation of your performance. I don't want changes in the contract with more benefits for NT, nor do I want that you went back to IBM; I want you here in Brisbane! But he has to eat crow!"

I didn´t know what to do and decided wisely not to do anything. I gave her another whisky, and she started to smile.

"How did you like my performance? Now let him simmer until tomorrow morning, and then I'll call him offering this compromise. And I'll say that you convinced me to back down! You'll be the hero in this story!"

I shook my head; she had planned it well, and as in most of the times, she would get what she wanted.

Her smile deepened. ¨James, this was interesting, but where did we stop? Can we go back to the point where we were interrupted? I believe that I wanted a kiss and we were going to our bedroom. I want my kiss!"

I wondered how she could change so fast from one mood to another, but she was a woman, and they did that all the time. We kissed and when we were in her bedroom, all she did was lie down and I embraced her. The wine, the whisky and the emotion had taken their toll. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

I thought about her offer since it was tempting, but it had to be executed with everyone involved knowing exactly what we were doing. I also needed to talk to Allan for advice, but that I could do later. The scene I had just witnessed told me what could happen with me one day ... Now I could relax for a while, kissed her closed eyes and went to sleep, too.

I woke up when I felt her moving around and saw her looking at me. "You know that I love you from the bottom of my heart? I'll do whatever you want, my love, and I know that you'll always love me. I am so happy, darling!"

She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. We fooled around a bit and then the telephone rang. It was Maureen.

Eileen picked it up "Hi, Maureen. How are you?"

I heard only her part of the conversation, but even so, it was interesting.

"We are fine. Last night he was tired, and we only slept." ... "Really, we only slept, but I made up for it today" ... "You know that proteins before breakfast are very nourishing and tasty." ... "Yes, I came too, but then we went to the pool." ... "Remember when he put sun screen on our back, and what happened afterwards?" ... "Exactly." ... "Well, I wore this tiny little bikini, but it did not last long." ..."Yes, very much so, and when he ended with his quality control move, I came even more." ... "No, he did not stop. I offered him my back and he took me from behind."

I was getting red all over and moved downwards.

"Darling, he´s trying to hide under the pillow and he's red all over!" ... "Not at first, but I pleaded and finally, he let go. Maureen, it was so wonderful to feel James letting himself go. I knew I could trust him, as he would always stop before anything bad could happen to me, but I wanted it this way. And it was wonderful!" ... "Well, I couldn´t walk properly afterwards and I´m still sore in certain parts of my body. I love it!" ... "Not yet, but tonight." ... "Really, I prepared everything. We´ll go out, dine, dance and I´ll be the dessert." ..."The blue with the indecent décolleté with the slit on the side. And no underwear!" ... "Wow indeed! Yes, both are already in the fridge." ... "Well, if it depends on me, I cannot walk tomorrow." ... "I'll tell you everything tomorrow, dear. All the details you want." ... "Goodnight for you and Jenny." ... "Thank you, but I don't need luck. I just need James and I'll have him tonight in the last part where he has not been for a long time. I'll float: probably I need to float because walking will be difficult!"

She hung up. I waited, but believing that it was safe, came out from under the pillow. She smiled when she saw me coming up from hiding.

"James, you're so easy to tease! You were lucky that you did not hear the other side. These two girls can be very direct! Well, let's get started; I want you in your dark blue suit, a white shirt and a Hermès tie; dark blue, please."

I looked at her. "Ma'am, YES! Ma'am! Your faithful servant will be at your service in 20 minutes. Is this alright, Ma'am? Anything else I could do for you?"

She perceived that she had gone too far and apologized. "James, I'm so happy about tonight that I used the wrong voice. I apologize, but I still want you in your blue suit."

She would never change, and that was one of the reasons I had to think twice before responding to her offer of NT. She gave me a kiss. "It's already late, James. I have a reservation for 7:30 and I need at least an hour to be beautiful for you."

I just looked at her. "Eileen, you are beautiful for me with or without make up, and with or without a nice dress. Actually, most of the time I prefer you without the dress..."

She pouted. "Why only most of the time? And the rest?"

I told her that occasionally we had to live like normal people, and it would probably cause some problems if she would go out without a dress. I received another kiss and was told to vanish. I had my shower, put on the suit as requested and waited in the sitting room for my love to appear. The door opened and there she was.

My only reaction was "WOW!" and she smiled satisfied. Her hair was made up with small curls appearing teasingly, and a charming petite floral hair pin encrusted with blue sapphires held it up. She had spent some time on her makeup, and it showed: a little blush on her cheeks, her eyes darkened to show off her big green eyes, and a soft gloss on her lips. Her shoulders were bare and two narrow straps stopped her almost dark blue dress from gliding down her luscious body. As she had said, the décolleté was audacious, but beautiful, showing off her perfect upper halves of her bosom. The only question that all men would have would be: was she nude underneath? It was pure temptation! The dress went almost to her ankles and widened at the bottom. When she turned around it swirled up to show her long legs and open sandals. A long slit at her side made it easy for her to walk and when her leg appeared, I had to swallow. I had seen beautiful women in my life, but at this moment, Eileen would beat them all.

When I stepped forward to kiss her, she shook her head. "You can do anything you want when we come back. If you touch me now and knowing us it will not be only a chaste touch, all my work of the last hour is gone. I took already a long time to hide the hickeys you put on my breasts. Please understand. " I nodded and bowing, offered my arm.

"May I have the honor of accompanying you, Milady?"

"Most certainly, Count de Winter. It is a pleasure for me to have such a handsome gentleman at my side!"

The car was waiting, and she had asked Rogerio to drive us. The weather was fine, and the sun started to go down. When we arrived at the restaurant, it had started already to become dark. I jumped out of the car and opened the door for her. The maître' d seemed to run to the door when he saw us coming, bowing and scraping when he opened the door.

"Mrs. Monahan, it is such a pleasure to have you here again. It has been too long, Ma'am. Your table is waiting for you; as you requested, we have the little alcove reserved for you. We've also made the arrangement with the DJ: you just tell us what you want to hear, and he'll play it. And this is..." he looked at me with that professional evaluation that probably knew within two seconds my social status (low, but acceptable being in Mrs. Monahan's company), the price of my outfit (acceptable, but nothing special), and that I was not a good tipper.

Eileen enjoyed this moment and then turned to him. "This is my son-in-law, James Gustav, Count de Winter."

His jaw dropped, but he recovered rapidly. "Of course, Milord. May I lead you to your table?"

When we walked through the restaurant there was silence. I remembered when I had taken Maureen all made up to that restaurant in Sydney, and the reaction was the same. Perhaps here even more, since in Sydney they were used to pretty women (but nobody was as beautiful as Maureen), but here the sensation would be felt much more. The women stared and the men ogled. If somebody had asked who had been at her side, they would probably have said that it must have been a man, but that was all they would remember. It was a lovely room, in Old England style with a big Edwardian bookcase at one wall; oil paintings showing hunting and sailing schemes, blistering white table cloth over heavy tables, and comfortable chairs. There was soft music in the background and the setting sun was still coming through the windows, lighting up the military campaign chest form the Victorian wars. It was beautiful and Eileen saw me looking around with satisfaction.

"I hope you enjoy the evening, James. The food has never disappointed me, and the service is splendid. " She whispered: "Don't worry about the bill; they send it to the office. Just leave a tip."

I clicked my heels in the best Prussian tradition and said "Yes, Ma'am. Understood. " When the maître d' handed her into the alcove, she used the opportunity to step on my foot. It hurt: she must have had at least a 5-inch heel, but she smiled pleasantly. The waiter brought immediately a welcome drink (undefined, but easy) and then the discussion started on food and wines. I turned off and looked around. Eileen was still the center of attention and covert glances came constantly our way. The bar had all the possible bottles one could imagine, the waiters (there was no woman visible in the staff), impeccably dressed and attentive.

One came to our table, seeing that I was not involved in the gourmet's discussion.

"Can I offer you anything, sir?" Before I could answer Eileen turned to me. "James, we've decided. I know what you like, and I hope that you accept my orders. For you it'll be abalone as a starter, and the leg of lamb, rare. For me the fig and brie salad and the veal with artichokes." The maître d' nodded. "I´ll bring the champagne at once, Ma'am. Milord."

The rosé champagne was pleasant with a surprising body and complexity, and the abalone was wonderful. Since I arrived in Australia, I had developed a taste for the meat of this huge snail, and it was prepared perfectly. The crisp champagne matched the slightly fatty taste of the meat, and I saw that Eileen liked the combination of salad and the wine also.

The music had started, and she looked at me. "Food, wine, dance and then me. Will you dance with me?"

She had told the maître d' already to delay bringing the main dishes and was ready to dance. I took her to the small floor; we were lucky, since nobody else was there. When the first waltz started, she leaned into my arms and away we went. I had been trained by professionals since our family traditions demanded that we were socially adept in all matters, but now I had to say that she danced at least as well as the professionals I had practiced with. It was wonderful to have such a beautiful woman in my arms, whirling her around. Suddenly I remembered what she had indicated: no underwear?

I let my hand touch her ass discreetly and she grinned. "No, my love. Bare!"

I had to be careful when I spun her around, as her dress would fly wide open! She followed every of my moves immediately and it was pure pleasure to have her in my arms and dance with her. A Foxtrot came next, then another waltz and slowly we became the attraction of the restaurant. Nobody dared to compete with us and having the floor just for us gave us the room to try new steps. Two more dances and then we returned to our table under the applause of the other guests. Eileen was happy; her smile would not end, and she pressed my hand.

"James, aren't we grand? We're made for each other!"

Silently I qualified her comment with the fact that this was mainly because on the floor she had to follow my moves and had no chance to lead...

The food arrived with the other wine, a California Beaux Frères Ribbon Ridge Pinot Noir, and again Eileen had matched well the wine to the food. We enjoyed both, but she became impatient. She was here to dance! We finished and went back to the floor. A waltz, a mambo!, a waltz and then a tango. This was difficult and I don't know how she did it, but she followed everything I threw at her, even when we went into those fake bullfighting steps. The DJ was well stocked with music for the middle-aged; probably he knew the clientele of this place. When the music was slower, Eileen melted into my arms and I had to be careful; she was well known in this city and I did not want any rumors to be started. Finally, we were the last and Eileen was ready to go. The maître d' was disappointed. "No dessert, Ma'am?" She grinned, saying that she was serving dessert at home and when he turned away, she whispered: "The dessert is me, darling!"

Rogelio was waiting for us and as soon as she was in the car, she kissed me, hard and demanding. I glanced at Rogerio, but she only shook her head. "He knows me, and he is very discreet."

She took my hand and placed it on her thigh; her dress had conveniently moved upwards. I slowed her down. "Eileen, I have waited so long that I can wait until we are home."

She smiled again. "Home ... That sounds so nice coming from you."

We arrived at her house and I helped her out of the car. Rogerio said that he would park the car and leave the keys in the usual place in the garage. He wished us good night and vanished. After walking in and closing the door, she said: "James, please go and have a shower. I'll do the same and then I'll serve dessert - and in my bedroom, please."

It was getting interesting, to say the least. I did as I was told and lay on her bed, waiting for her. The door opened and all I could say was "WOW!" again and go and embrace her.

Apparently, she had a limitless supply of seductive outfits and had selected one that complemented her red hair. It was an undefined color, something between green and red, but shifting all the time. The most important part was, however, that it was completely transparent. It swirled around her body when she moved, but the moment she stood still her breasts appeared with my big red marks on her breasts, her labia still closed. When I looked closer, her nipples starting to point up, her pussy proudly presented itself for my eyes to admire and my hands to touch.

She had a silver tray on her hands with four little hors d'oeuvres on it. As promised, it was smoked salmon, two slender glassed filled with a transparent ice-cold liquid, and a small white tube.

"May your humble slave ask you to accept this gift? But be careful; if you accept it, you have to go all the way!"

She looked down, but her eyelashes could not hide her mischievous intent. I knew what it meant, and it would be an ultimate finish to a beautiful evening. I picked up one of the little pieces and fed it to her; then I took one myself. We lifted the glasses and tossed the ice-cold vodka back; then the last two pieces vanished, and she put the tray down. She looked at me.

"If you want to go on, there is this little hook on my gown you might want to undo..."

I wondered about the word 'gown' because when she stood still, it simply vanished, but flowing her suggestion I found the hook immediately and loosened it; as if by a miracle the gown simply slipped down her body and she was nude in front of me. She opened my robe and pushed it down my shoulders and kissing me sensuously, moved slowly downwards until she was in front of my penis. She grinned.

"George has been waiting for this, haven't you, my dear?" She took it in her hands and licked the tip that was already glistening with my pre-cum. "You've a wonderful taste, my love. I'll never have enough of it!" and she swallowed it deep into her mouth. Her tongue was teasing it and I was wondering how long I could stand it. She sensed it and came back with one final kiss and a little bite. "But this is not what I want tonight, and you, George, have to be sturdy to finish the night - and me."

She moved slowly backward, pulling me along until she reached her bed and then lay down, wriggling around until she had found her right position. "I believe that you might want to check whether everything is still as you found it this morning, dear!" and opened her legs wide. I lay at her side observing her; she was visibly happy and excited, and a very Eileen like smell was drifting up from her labia.

I decided to check for myself and kissing her slowly all over her body, reached her pussy. She was moaning by now and when my hand touched her outer lips she whined.

"James, I want more, much more." I touched her mound, opening up her outer lips and her clitoris, already protruding, presented itself proudly. I bent down and took it into my mouth, sucking it gently and when my tongue entered her lips, I tasted her earthy fluids. She was ready to come, but I decided to make her wait a bit more. I wanted a closer contact, lifted her over me and put her legs over my shoulders. She reached down immediately and placed my shaft in front of her wet entrance; looking at me, she sank down until I was deeply lodged in her. Her eyes were closed, and she started her own rhythm begging me to follow.

It was slow at the beginning, but then she increased it, changed directions, changing sides, until she could not stand it anymore and she came violently, crying my name. For a while she did not move, but then she relaxed and fell down on my chest. She opened her eyes.

"Thanks, James, that was very nice, but that's not all I want tonight. You've held back, and now it is my time. But first remember what I asked you this morning? I want your mark just above my pussy, and I want it big and dark red. Please do it now, darling..." She opened her legs wide, led my head to her junction, and pushed me down. "Please, love, mark me!" Well, I was used to obey her commands and did what she demanded. She was satisfied: there was a dark red spot just a bit above her pussy, complementing her two marks on her breasts.

"Thank you, James. You've marked your slave, o Lord and Master! Just remember to refresh them before Maureen comes on Friday!" Well, Eileen would never change.

With a satisfied smile, she turned around and lay on her stomach, looking back at me. "I'm all yours, my love. Please enjoy me!"