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 to Sydney, 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 body - 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.

“All I can say is that you’re truly beautiful, my love!”

She slowly bent down and kissed me; then she presented first one breast, then the other to my lips, and gliding upwards even more, offered her labia to my kisses. I smelled her arousal and the first creamy drops had appeared between her pussy lips.

My tongue attacked her with long slow strokes from bottom to top and then I took each of her outer lips into my mouth. I drew them in, using only the suction of my lips while raising my mouth up and down the length of them. My tongue teased her inner lips while occasionally dipping deeper into her, probing for her perfumed juices. I spread her legs wide, and she was obeying willingly, then my tongue trailed further downward now that I had her totally exposed, and I let my fingers drum lightly against her aroused labia. She moaned aloud as jolting tremors raced up her body. When I sucked the whole mound into my mouth she cried out and pushed herself into me. With my tongue buried deep inside her, my hands slid upwards her body searching for her breasts and the stiff knobs at each peak. My pinches and twisting tugs while my tongue probed her pussy and occasionally gliding down to her ass, had her writhing and squealing on top of me.

When she started cumming, it hit her like a hammer exploding through her body. She grunted as one powerful squirt after another shot from her throbbing pussy to splash against my face. After a few seconds, however, her muscles started trembling and finally, went completely limp. I was forced to let go of her and she slumped back down into the softness of the bed. Gasping convulsions shook her body and a soft mewling escaped from her throat as she lay shuddering from her powerful orgasm - she was wrecked. She lay still, barely able to breathe and as I happily lapped up the torrential juices from her body, I was happy - I had satisfied my woman.

After a while she started to stir. “What did you do to me, James?” She stopped and hugged me.

“Whatever you did to me - I have never experienced these feelings before. I feel not only passion, but love, dedication, affection, trust ... I cannot really describe it well, but I know that I never want to lose it. I’ve learned my lesson, my love.”

Her body relaxed and she kissed me leisurely. Her hands were slowly gliding up and down on my stomach and occasionally going a bit farther to see how George was feeling. I had to inform her that he was eager for action, and he made this quite clear, since whenever Eileen’s hand touched my shaft, he jumped and seemed to beg for a more prolonged attention. She started to smile and looked down to where George was standing straight up.

“It seems that someone is asking for a little tender care - how about I come to his rescue?” She slithered down until her head was just above George looking at her. “Poor thing, all abandoned by his women! Let me kiss it better!”

She kissed the tip and enjoyed the enthusiastic reaction. There was already some pre-cum glittering and she slowly licked it off. “Tasty ... let’s see what else he can give me!”

Her hand stroked the shaft gently, but firmly, and her mouth sucked it deeper and deeper. She took it all the way into her hot mouth, as much as she could fit. She started to work her lips up and down the length of my penis and pausing briefly added,

“This tastes really nice, honey.”

She started moaning softly as she ran her lips up and down my shaft. I knew that she was happy; her hand darted for her pussy, and she started to moan louder. She moved her body a bit so that I had easy access to it and lifted her head briefly to ask me to touch her, and then went back to her effort to swallow my shaft.

My hand joined her hand at her labia, and she gave me silent permission to enter her. One finger first, and her moaning increased again. Then a second finger went with the first one, and she became restless. It must have been difficult for her to concentrate on George on one hand, and enjoy my fingers in her pussy, but she never stopped sucking or sliding her sucking lips across my shaft.

Her throat was so tight that I started to moan even though I was trying to remain quiet. I guided her head so that the head of my shaft was the only thing in her mouth. She sucked it slowly, but forcefully, all the way down her throat. I groaned and within minutes I started to feel the hints of an approaching explosion. I was losing my control as she was working my shaft with extraordinary skill, licking, and stroking me, and keeping me on the brick of my release. She held me steady, but then backed me down from the final step with consummate skill. Just when that suspenseful feeling started to disappear, she dived down, shoving my throbbing cock all the way down her throat one last time.

Within seconds I was gone. I arched my back and came into her hot mouth as Eileen kept sliding her lips up and down my shaft. She pulled her lips up to the head of my penis with every contraction, sucking out more cum from my exploding shaft. She continued her blowjob with obvious zealousness. Then after a little while, the spasms of my discharge died down. She released my shaft from her mouth and then tilted her head back as she leaned away from me with her eyes closed. She held on to my hips with both hands for support and visibly swallowed three times; then she pulled her head forward and opened her eyes.

“Thank you, darling” she said to me. “That was delicious.”

She smiled wickedly, licked her lips, allowed my explosion to subside, and then to pass. I lay there totally spent. After a while my senses returned, and I looked at her. She seemed to be proud of her accomplishments and touched my face.

“Darling, it’s wonderful to make you come and to be satisfied by you, but now I really want something else; I want to be loved!”

She bent over me and kissed me softly and then she presented her breasts for my caresses - she knew where I was vulnerable. I did not take long, and I was ready for one more try, but this time I wanted to be inside her. She agreed with enthusiasm and giving George one more stroke and one more lick, she moved down to my erection and guided it to the opening of her pussy. She held it there and waited.

“Please, Eileen...” I said looking up at her. “ ... I want to be in you.”

Satisfied with my request, she lowered herself slowly on my dick. She closed her eyes, savoring every bit that her pussy sucked into itself. As she started with rocking her hips back and forth, I could feel my shaft moving around inside of her like a joystick. She built up quickly and moaned through a mild orgasm. She leaned forward to lie on top of me for a while, catching her breath. When she was ready to continue, she latched her lips on to my neck and pumped her tight pussy straight up and down on my shaft. “Uhhhh...” she grunted as she increased her tempo. I tried to guide her hips with my hands, but she wouldn’t have any of it. She was in charge of the scene and wasn’t going to give up any type of control. She grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands over my head.

“Move back darling, let me turn around.” I protested, but she lifted her body, and I slipped out.

She looked down at our joining and suddenly asked, “Do you think my pussy is small?” She somehow sounded worried; I did not know where this was coming from but tried to assure her.

“Yes, it’s small, smooth, puffy, beautiful, tight, soft, hot, juicy, tasty, and if I could only use one word to describe it, it would be - perfect. Just like you.”

She turned around and supported herself only on her knees and elbows, offering her pussy and ass to me. “Anyhow and anywhere, darling. Where do you want me?”

I did not hesitate and pushed my shaft slowly into her pussy. She helped me, opening her lips, and pushed back. I entered easily and felt myself sliding down her hot and slippery hole; when I bottomed out, she only said, “Yes, my darling. You are where you belong - now make love to me, please.”

She bit her lower lip as she felt her inner walls stretch again to accommodate the intruder; then she shuddered in a small orgasm. I felt the tremors running through her walls. She began moving her hips rhythmically and I followed suit. We were both aroused, wanting a release, and picked up speed; her breathing became rapid, and she lowered her forehead onto the pillow. She pushed her ass back into me and I felt her explosion coming closer; when she was ready, I was almost ready to accompany her, but she had advanced too much; I could feel her come but was not ready myself. I stayed in her while she rode out her climax, but then I picked up my speed again. As I moved rapidly up and down her hot wall, the friction caused my shaft to become ever more excited and finally, it was my time. She accompanied me once more and I felt her getting to another peak. The pressure built and when she yelled my name, I let go. She cried out and then relaxed, falling onto the bed. I followed her, but still slipped out of her. Our fluids were running down between her cheeks, and she grinned.

“The sheets will be wet, dear, and then? Do something about this.”

She smiled satisfied and kissed me; suddenly she stopped and looked at me accusingly. “You are still hard, James! Let me correct this!” She moved down again and gave George all the reasons why he should be satisfied; he accepted her effort, but somehow it did not work out. She was disappointed, but I told her to relax; there would be another chance soon.

She let out a soft sigh and gently arched her neck. I took that as an invitation and made my way up to her neck and gave her another kiss behind the ear. This elicited a soft moan.

“If you don’t stop...” I gasped “ ... you’ll be changing the sheets.”

She giggled. “Well, if you move just slightly to the left, you’ll have somewhere to put it that will make less of a mess.” The invitation had been given, so I did just that. Her legs parted letting me in and I sank back into her wet warmth. She let out a low moan as I went slowly forward and pushed further even after there was no further to go. She moved around and it did not take me long to explode in her.

“Oh hell...” I said.

“I was thinking more along the lines of heaven myself.” She replied.

We laughed and she looked deep in my eyes.

“I love you, Eileen.”

“I love you, James.”

When I turned to her side, she stopped me. “Stay on me for a while, my love. I want to feel your body on mine, to feel that I am captured by you without any possibility of an escape.”

George decided a bit later that he had contributed beyond the call of duty and wanted to rest and slowly slipped out of her, so I moved to her side, taking her in my arms. She turned on her side and put her head below my chin and snuggled close. Her hair tickled my nose, but who cared? Having her in my arm, feeling her breasts against my chest, having her leg thrown above my hip - this was paradise.

“James, will you promise me something? Pretty please?”

“That depends on what you want. I cannot promise something I cannot fulfil.”

“Trust me. Please? Promise me?”

I thought about this. “As long as I can physically or mentally keep my promise, I give my word.”

“Will you love me always, whatever happens? Will you forgive me if I say or do something foolish? Will you always take me in your arms and say that you love me?”

“I promise to love you always and only you can make me step aside. I’ll do everything possible to take care of you, to protect you and to love you, as long as you do your part, trust me to listen and think about what I may have to say to you one day.”

Now it was her turn to think about what I had said and at the end, she agreed.

“We cannot guarantee forever what we cannot control, but one thing I can promise you, James - whatever happens and even if you walk away from me one day, I will love you to the end of my life.”

She started to cry and embraced me strongly. “But this is today and today I’m the happiest woman on Earth. So do your thing, James, and keep me that way!”

I kissed her tears away and she closed eyes; she was tired from her emotional and physical exaltation.

“James, will you promise me one tiny little thing more, please?”

I wondered what she wanted now, but to keep her happy, I agreed.

“James, will you make breakfast tomorrow morning? I want to be lazy, to receive my coffee in bed with you serving me, and if I were especially nice to you tomorrow, could you make some waffles, please? Pretty please?”

I did not know where this was coming from and wondered what had happened to the Lord and Master rule. She smiled and considering that ‘especially nice’ could be a lot of goodies, I nodded.

“Coffee and waffles for the lady, tomorrow morning. Yes, Ma’am! Any more desires?”

“No, James. I only want to stay beside you this night and feel you protecting my sleep.”

She closed her eyes and turning to me, fitted herself into my body; mumbling ‘local rules’ she lifted her body and presented her breasts for my goodnight kisses. Then she embraced me again, moving around like a little dog that needs to find the right spot, and tucked her head under my chin. Her hair still tickled my nose, but to feel her beautiful body against mine was more than enough compensation. Her trust touched my heart, and I kissed her head.

¨Goodnight, my love” were the only words I heard before she was asleep. I caressed her body, feeling her warm skin, soft like silk, and she moved back a little bit more, trying to glue her back to my front. My hand stayed on her front on my favorite place, and she pushed it down closer, keeping her hand on mine, and fell asleep. I thought about her and us and what had happened and how we always came together again, even after all these misunderstandings and the occasional step too far she had taken.

I also wondered where Jenny was now - probably still in a plane. Maureen had called yesterday and reported on Ellen and the doctors had not yet found what she exactly was suffering from, only that it was serious. It seemed to have stabilized, however ... She was looking forward to seeing Jenny and even more to come home to me. She also wished me luck with Eileen, but why were they so concerned about me? That I could not handle Eileen? I believed that she had learned her lesson and was ready to be a part of us, but not the dominant part. But I was also ready to handle any problem that might pop up.

During the night I had an uneasy partner - whenever I moved, she protested and kept herself pasted to me, pushing herself against me. She turned around and hugged me, snuggling herself even closer. Her body warmed mine and her trust warmed my heart.

When I woke up, she was still deeply asleep, but when I tried to leave, she protested again, mumbling words I could not understand and pressing my hand against her. It took me some time to slowly withdraw without waking her and to sneak into the kitchen. I got my coffee, prepared the dough for the waffles to let it rest; after all, I had survived on my own for a long time and had learned a lot from my ladies, and started to read the newspaper. No serious bad news since we were still in the aftermath of the holidays; the politicians were fighting among themselves about money, the economy was recovering from the Christmas indulgence, and there were long, opinioned, and detailed discussions of the oncoming cricket test matches against India. It did not take me a long time to finish the paper, went to the kitchen to prepare the table - oops, I had promised to bring breakfast to her in bed, prepare the trays and cups, and went to look what had happened to Eileen.

She was waking up when I opened slowly the door and rubbing her eyes, asked me why I was not in bed with her. I reminded her about breakfast and her wish to be served, and that everything was ready for her.

“But you left me and did not kiss me - local rules I remind you!”

“You were sleeping, my dear, and your wish was upmost on my mind, so I left to fulfil your wish. I gave you a kiss on your head, however, the only part I could reach without waking you!”

“It does not matter - you broke the rules. Let me think what I can do - request my kisses on my puppies or one long kiss on my pussy. If you kiss my pussy, we will start to fool around and you will be relieved of the breakfast duties so, James, my love, come here and say good morning to my puppies.”

She pushed the blanket down and her firm breasts appeared, ready to be kissed. Well, rules are rules, and I have done more strenuous work before and survived. I bent down and lightly touched one tip and then the other.

“James, I said kisses, not teases!”

Now I concentrated my effort and soon she became restless, with her areolae crinkling and her nipple standing up. At that moment I withdrew and told her that I had to go back to the kitchen to prepare the waffles. She was upset and I offered to continue, but only if she was going to do the work in the kitchen. Her eyes glared at me, and I was prepared for a blast, but suddenly she took a deep breath and I saw her determination to be sweet and gentle. She swallowed several times.

“James, you’re right; please do what you have promised. I’ll keep this in my little black book, however, and the next time you want something from me, I might remember this!”

Eileen under control - that was something new and to be appreciated! I would have to be more careful in the future! I made the waffles, put coffee, jam, maple syrup, and marmalade on a tray, and brought it to her. She smiled satisfied and sitting up on the bed, pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.

“If you don’t want to kiss them, why should you see them?”

I have to say, however, that during breakfast the blanket started to slip and when we were finished, she even allowed me to kiss what had come forward. Not a passionate kiss, just a ‘good morning, I will get up now’ kiss.

Considering that the weather was clear, the sun was shining, and we were happy, we decided to go for a ride in the morning and were thinking of going to the Blue Mountains. There was a train, but Eileen wanted to go in the Porsche. It was a beautiful day with sunshine for the whole day and she remembered to have taken once a different road, away from the tourist rides. It was the Bell’s Line of Road which started at Richmond and took her through to Mount Tomah and Bell, and across to Mount Victoria. She always thought about this trip with fond memories since the drive through the vast Blue Mountains National Park was very pleasant. The park had its name from the numerous eucalyptus species covering its hills, which gave them a blue tinge under the right circumstances, and when the trees were blooming, the smell of eucalyptus could be very strong.

We did not intend to go all the way, as that could have been a long drive of over 120 kilometers. We would stay closer to Sydney, have lunch, and come back in time to prepare for the Opera House. It really was a beautiful ride with good roads, the Porsche ran well with its hood down and Eileen’s hair was blowing happily, the food was simple, but tasty, and we arrived home well in time for the lady to prepare her labor to be beautiful for me, for herself, and for eventual friends she might encounter.

I do not know whether I got the priorities in the right order, though. It was easy for me; a blazer, nice grey slacks, a white dress shirt, Celine tie and a happy expression on my face, waiting for my partner. When she appeared, I knew why she always would be worth waiting for - a long black cocktail dress touching the ground with a tantalizing slit on her right side showing a well-tanned leg, and the top closed around her neck, but her shoulders and arms were uncovered. Her back almost did not exist - when she turned around there was more skin than textile reaching to the beginning of her ass. The dress followed the lines of her body truthfully, emphasizing her breasts, her narrow waist, and her sensual hips. The best part about was her dazzling smile, happy with the impression she had made on me. Her hair was made up high with some sparkling stones woven in, her diamond earrings called attention to her beautiful face, and the ruby brooch was fixed over her heart.

“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 two hundred 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 at the flat, 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 décolletage 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.