A Fantasy about Love Pt. 18 - Final!

"Miss Parker, this is a part of you that we'll have to get accustomed to: not only a driving executive, but a very beautiful woman. Count, please send her over many, many times!"

Jenny stiffened for a moment and I touched her arm. "Jenny, this is Europe. Accept it!"

She took a deep breath and glued a smile on her face. After the mayor had his fun, the others repeated his gesture and I could see that Jenny was not pleased. It was funny, everyone admiring her (and by the way, ignoring me) and she was upset. Women are different!

There were speeches, self-congratulations, and poetic dreams about the exciting future that would come. In the end, they called me to give my comments.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." this time there were ladies present. "These days we had fruitful and satisfying meetings, some decisions have been made, but please don´t believe that everything has been done. The work has just started and will become more difficult every day. There'll be problems small and huge, and we can only be successful if we continue to preserve our final goal: a city that is alive and a castle that is the center point of this project. If you relax, all our work will be forgotten within a few months, and a dream will become a nightmare. I don´t want to be pessimistic, but I've seen this before: a glorious start and a whimpering finish. I can promise that we'll continue to drive forward: the day after tomorrow we'll be in Berlin to discuss additional funding. It's your responsibility now to defend your side against the inevitable pressure: why your city and not others, why not divide the money received, why hand over all this to a German Count, why could we not do this ourselves without depending on others? I cannot do it on my own, you cannot do it on your own: we can do it only together. If we lose the focus, we might as well stop right now. Let me therefore make this toast: honor the past and work for the future!"

There was a moment of silence and then everyone joined in the toast. The mood was optimistic.

Suddenly, Jenny got up, and the mayor called for a moment of silence. "Ladies and gentlemen, Count de Winter warned you not to relax. Let me make one thing quite clear: I won't let you relax. I've ordered the video conference equipment and it will be delivered in three days. Expect a call from me in five days, and you better be prepared with a detailed briefing!"

Everyone laughed, but the mayor looked at her for a long time, as he had met her temper before. I saw him take a deep breath, lifted his glass to her and said: "We'll not disappoint you, Miss Parker!"

I had a chance to talk to him before we left and asked him about pressure from Warsaw. He was hopeful: he had his own friends in top positions and there had been a decision including the Prime Minister that this project should go forward. There would be no open support and little money, but there would be no obstacles. That was better than what I had expected. I assumed also that he saw a future for himself: if this project were successful, he might become a top player in Poland!

We drove back to the hotel and had our shower. Jenny was quiet and when we lay down, she glanced at me.

"Darling, how this will work? You remember that I do have my own work and I do use up my hours; and now this? It's a challenging project and I believe that we can make it happen, but my only priority in life is you. If this takes away too much time, I'll step back: I live for you, not for an old castle however dear it is to you."

I held her tight. "Jenny, we´ll find a way and if it gets out of hand, we´ll delegate the work to others and you will just stay with the supervising. They need direction at the beginning, but I've got a good feeling about the mayor; I believe also that Mr. Bronislaw will keep them on their toes. The ball has started to roll; it'll be our responsibility to keep it rolling in the right direction! That's a problem for tomorrow; tonight, however, I want to enjoy my wife."

She took a deep breath and visibly relaxed. A smile appeared and a hand wandered south. There was an eager welcome from George and when she moved over me, sitting on my hips, the smile turned into a grin. She placed my shaft before her outer lips but stopped there.

"James, you said that I'll be the CEO. You agreed also that I could invest part of the money in this project. How will you handle this?"

I had not thought about this before and responded without thinking.

"Well, it's a family project so perhaps I'll have eighty percent, you ten and Maureen ten also."

Her hand, that had been guiding George to his favorite place, stopped. "James, am I family?"

I nodded. "James, since I'm family and the CEO, my share should be higher." Reluctantly, I agreed.

"James, would you not agree that we should divide the project evenly?"

Her hand started to rub my penis against her wet outer lips. I had always believed that I could focus, but at this moment my attention was somewhere else. Without thinking, I nodded -- I could resolve this later.

"James, since I'll be the CEO, don´t you agree that I should have a higher share that you and Maureen?" One hand opened her hot and wet slit, the other guided George to her entrance. I nodded again, pushing up, but she moved away.

"James, my love, don´t you agree that I should have 34 percent and you and Maureen 33 percent; after all, I'm family and the CEO!"

All I could do at this moment was nodding and finally, she accepted George into her, pushing down on her own. We met and rapidly I was deeply embedded all the way. That was all we needed to start our joy again: giving and receiving. She came rapidly, but I turned her around and pushed into her, as she lifted her hips to welcome me. It was wonderful to feel the love and trust from my Jenny and give her everything I had. It did not take us long and we jumped over the cliff: happy, holding hands, and confirming our love.

Afterwards she smiled. "James, what will be your position in that company since I'll be the CEO?"

That was something I had not thought about either. "Consultant? VP Planning?"

She leaned over and kissed me. "I like VP Planning, dear. If you don't behave, I can fire you!"

I received my obligatory kisses and we fell asleep; these last days had been stressful. The next morning there was another brief meeting to say goodbye, and Mr. Bronislaw appeared with a big parcel, carefully wrapped up. I accepted it, but asked why? He beamed the biggest smile I had seen up to now. "Count, didn't you say that the Countess is pregnant? This is a present from all of us and we hope that when she uses it, she'll remember her friends in Elk."

They all waved when we drove away, and Jenny was impressed. "These are nice people, darling. I´ll care for them, I promise."

The flight to Berlin was short and we stayed two days in the Adlon Kempinski Hotel, the old luxury hotel close to the main landmarks of that city. The rooms were imposing: antique furnishing mixed with top technology, and as a bonus, it had a two-star restaurant. I was surprised when the manager appeared when we checked in.

"Count de Winter, it's an honor to receive you. Your family always used our hotel and we're satisfied that we can continue this tradition. Count, we have reserved a two-bedroom suite for you with a view to the Brandenburger Tor -- the best we have to offer."

Actually, they had better rooms, but the price we paid was not in that range. Jenny was impressed when she stepped into the big bathroom: pink and black marble! I made some phone calls and we had dinner at the Lorenz Adlon; after eating the Polish substantial food, it was refreshing to see the sophisticated dishes the Lorenz offered, and to drink a decent wine again.

Jenny called Maureen and gave her a brief summary of what had happened. She was satisfied, but her complaining about being alone and abandoned did not stop. We promised her that she would have the next trip, and she calmed down. Jenny enjoyed the huge bathroom and it took us a long time and lots of hot water to check that each of us was clean. She had two bedrooms to choose from and selected the one with the four-poster bed, tastefully decorated in variations of beige and brown, but with a colorful damask spread. A bottle of champagne was beside the bed and when Jenny appeared, the waiting was well worth for.

She must have borrowed one of Maureen´s nightgown, the ones that were transparent, had long slits at the side and in the front, and exposed her lovely breasts. When she came closer, she grinned. "Mr. Consultant, consult with me. What is the best method to bring a hot wife to her orgasm?

I was surprised; Jenny normally did not use this kind of language, but if she wanted to play this game, I would participate gladly.

"A consultant does not start to work before he receives an initial payment, Mrs. CEO."

She stepped forward and offered her breasts for my caresses. I enjoyed them and the whiff of her Balenciaga perfume, but slowly she lost her grin; her eyes started to show other emotions.

"A consultant also needs to have the objectives of his work clearly defined and time schedules set. It is also common that he receives a bonus if he succeeds beyond the goals set."

She nodded. "Objectives: I want to be loved, emotionally and physically, until my heart is happy and my body exhausted. Time frame: The whole night or until we fall asleep, whatever comes first. We can talk about the bonus later, after you have done your work!"

Well, these were clear objectives and I started to execute them.

I embraced her and looking into her eyes, started to kiss her softly. She responded, leaning into me. Her hands wrapped around my neck and her pointy breasts pushed into my chest. I let my hands glide along her back and pushing her hips into me, she sighed happily.

"James, I know that you love me, but I doubt that you know how much I love you. This is heaven for me, being in your arms, being kissed and cared for, and knowing that I'll give myself to you and that you'll take me." She closed her eyes. "My love, let me love you."

She stepped back, took off her gown and pulling me along with her, lay on the bed. She continued to smile. "My love, I'm all yours; do whatever you want" ....and a little grin appeared "...anyhow and anywhere."

I wanted everything: her heart, soul, and body.

I kissed my way slowly down with a short stop at her lips, a longer delay at her breasts, and ended up at her labia, wet and waiting for me. She opened her legs wide to let me come closer, and when my tongue touched her protruding clit, she groaned. Opening the lips with two fingers, my tongue dove in and her groaning increased. A long lick up and down, and a little nip at her now stiff clitoris, and she came. It was not soul-crushing, but to judge from her satisfied smile, it made her happy. She tried to pull me up, but I continued my efforts and it did not take long and she came again, but this time more intense, more from her inner body. I let her relax, but when she breathed evenly again, my hands moved upwards. My fingers traced all the contours of her breast, coming close and circling around the sharp nub, but never staying long. She moaned loudly and I teased her.

"Mm, something you needed, Mrs. CEO?"

"Yes, stop playing with me!" she managed to instruct me firmly.

Listening to the order in her voice and remembering the Lord and Master promise, I decided that she had to pay for it. It would be a sweet price, though, and I wanted to satisfy her fully. I moved up to lie beside her. She pushed her breasts up, as I bent to kiss her stiff tips. She dropped her head back, allowing me complete control of her body.

She cried out when I gingerly bit her nipple, and when I engulfed her areola and sucked as much of her breast into my mouth, she groaned. "James, don´t tease me! Please!" I let go and she pulled me close, kissing me deeply. "My love, I want you now! Please!"

Since she had said ´Please` I decided to give her what she wanted. She sighed as I began playing with her breast again, demanding and stimulating; it was enough to reignite the fire that that was threatening to consume us.

She pushed me on my back and sat on my hips. She was gloriously beautiful, a vision of a loving woman, my loving woman, ready to please herself and her man. She looked down and smiled.

"There's someone quite willing to stop this teasing. George, may I invite you to come into your very own special place?" George agreed immediately to accept her invitation and she smiled when she slowly dropped down, guiding me into her hot wall, and her face was flushing a vibrant pink. She closed her eyes when I started to slide in and out. Judging from her strained face and pursed lips, she seemed to enjoy this and suddenly she called my name ¨James, I love you! ¨and convulsed around me. I raced to my own finish, and when she felt my shaft trembling and shooting into her, she pushed down with all force. She fell forward on my chest, shivering with aftershocks running through her body. We were breathing heavily, but we were happy.

I looked at her. "And how are you now, my love?"

She was silent for a second, then she whispered: "I'm good. No, I'm great."

"Not satisfied?" I chuckled.

"I'm many things right now. Satisfied is certainly one of them."

She snuggled into my arms.

"My love, every time we make love, it's different, but it's always wonderful. You make me feel emotions that I never believed existed, and I know that I'm safe and loved, and that I can love you without any restrictions, giving you everything you and I want. I might tease you occasionally..." I harrumphed, and she grinned "...but I'm yours, totally and forever." She stretched her body and I wondered whether there was still enough energy in us to try for one more time, but it was enough, and we were happy.

She curled into my body and when she had found the right place, offered her lips and her breasts to my lips. "Local rules wherever we are, darling." Her eyes closed, but before falling asleep, she whispered: "You owe me an anyhow and anywhere, darling. Remember this! And out of the blue, she continued: "I miss Maureen, my love! Don't ever forget her!"

The next morning, we got up early; Prince Fugger had set up a meeting for us at the German State Department. We were introduced to the Deputy Minister for Economic Development and after some reminiscences about our mutual families, he asked how he could help us. I had prepared a brief summary of our project and told him that we had the full support of the local administration and apparently hidden support from Warsaw. I hoped that this project would eventually help diminish the tension between the two countries, today always looking to the past, but tomorrow perhaps to the future. I could not finance everything and asked for support: we needed financial and human resources. It was not much we were asking, at least considering the German government resources, but this support would help us immensely when we would talk to Brussels.

He liked the idea and since he also had long roots in the old Prussian tradition, he promised to help us; he needed, however, a detailed project with all the bells and whistles. He called a colleague in the EU administration and arranged for us to meet the man responsible for economic assistance for the Eastern European countries. We thanked him, happy that the first obstacle had been resolved.

We stayed another day in Berlin; I hired a car with a driver, and we did the city tour, then I took Jenny to the famous DKW shopping mall, founded when Berlin was still divided and intended to show the bleak Eastern Germans what they were missing. In these days it was huge, and every trademark was represented. I managed to find a Gucci handbag that Jenny liked, and we both searched for a present for Maureen. It was not easy, but we found a wonderful facsimile book showing the history of Prussian families, with a detailed and illustrated part dedicated to the de Winters. She would like this. We also managed to see the Neues Museum with the famous Nefertiti bust, more than 3000 years old. At night we went to the Berliner Philharmonic Orchestra, which Karajan had lifted to world standards. The main event was the Rachmaninoff piano concert number two, one of my favorite musical pieces. There was also a Tchaikovsky except from the Yevgeny Onegin ballet music, and a lesser-known romantic piece by Mendelssohn Bartholdi. Jenny enjoyed it very much, and as always, I was close to tears when I heard the piano concert.

At night I received my bonus, a very special surrender from my beloved wife. Anyhow and anywhere -- and it was a wonderful treat to receive that present.

The side trip to Brussels was successful, and we stayed a day in München to thank Prince Fugger for his introductions. They were surprised to see Jenny, but I told them that Maureen was pregnant, and that Jenny was the CEO of the Schloss de Winter company, and that she would handle the project. I believe that we handled the situation well, but I saw a question in the eyes of the Princess when we said goodbye. Well, the next time Maureen would be beside me and she would decide what she would say.

The flight to Sydney was comfortable and when we arrived, Maureen was waiting for us. Her face lit up when she saw us, and she embraced Jenny. "I missed you, Jenny. Don´t go away again for such a long time! I was lonely!"

Then she turned to me. "My love, I welcomed Jenny first because once I'm in your arms, nobody else exists." She came into my arms and even with her now visible pregnancy, she leaned into me, melting in my embrace. "My love, I missed you so much, you cannot imagine. You're not allowed to travel without me for a long, long time! Just wait until we are home!"

Arriving in our flat, she ordered Jenny to care for the luggage; she should also provide dinner, since she had done all the work already. She was quite clear that she would be with me, wherever I would be. And she did the whole afternoon and at night Jenny´s prediction that pregnant women enjoy making love came true. I was home again.

She looked at the big parcel that Mr. Bronislaw had given us. It was full of baby clothes, all embroidered with the de Winter initials and colors. She was touched and called him to thank him and the city for the presents. We had a day just for ourselves to compensate for the almost two weeks she was on her own, and she inquired how Jenny had ended up at CEO. She laughed when she heard the story, but then she looked at me.

"James, I cannot believe that you could be bribed that way. You knew that you could have Jenny whenever you wanted: why this way? ¨

I looked at Jenny, who was still smiling remembering the moment. "My love, it was fun to be bribed and she showed a lot of enthusiasm, but that was not the point. Jenny needs something of her own, something that she'll handle and be responsible for. In NT she's doing an outstanding job, but she has to follow our directions -- in the Schloss de Winter project she'll set the objectives. We'll be on the Board, but she will decide. That is the reason why I agreed."

Maureen glanced at me and then at Jenny. "I believe we made the right decision to keep this guy." Jenny nodded enthusiastically, came over to kiss me and then hugged Maureen.

"Darling, we'll make certain that he never lacks anything; that way he can care for us all the time, OK?"

We laughed and I added: "Maureen, she will not only be the CEO, but also has to contribute with 34 percent of all cost. Did she tell you this?"

Maureen shook her head. "She might have forgotten this, but we will not, won't we?" Jenny shrugged. "It'll stay within the family, so it doesn't matter, but did he tell you that I can fire him if he misbehaves?" Now we all laughed.