Chapter 4: A Female Touch for Relaxation

The following morning, I watched her as she was slowly waking up. There was a tentative smile, but at her first move, she moaned.

“James, what did you do to me? I’m sore all over!”

She tried to stretch but immediately stopped. “James, I feel like I ran a marathon race last night, and some parts hurt even more than others!” She saw my concerned face and immediately qualified her words.

“Darling, I’m really sore all over, but it was wonderful. It was precisely what I wanted and needed. By the way, good morning! Did you sleep well? Are you ready to get up? If yes, my love, may I ask a boon? Can you run me a bath while you are preparing breakfast? And can I have my breakfast in bed, please?”

I shook my head. “What happened to the Lord and Master treatment? And the obedient slave? All I had from you were orders and complaints about services not rendered properly! Run my bath! Bring me breakfast! Anything else?” ¨

She protested. “I did not order you around, at least not all the time. And I definitively do not complain about last night’s services. James, you were wonderful and fulfilled every one of my dreams. You know that and stop complaining. I’ll make it up to you later, but not today because there are certain movements involved that will be painful. Tomorrow you can have me again: anyhow and anywhere!”

I consoled her, giving her a tender kiss on her lips and then on the tips of her breasts. She leaned forward to offer better access but stopped. “Apage Satanas! Stay away from my body!¨

I listened and obeyed. I filled the bathtub with hot water and added some fragrant bath oils to have the right consistency. I lifted her off the bed and practically carried her to the bath; when I inserted her carefully into the water, she moaned again, but this time with pleasure.

¨Yes, James, that’ll help. You know that I love you?”

I nodded. “Especially if I carry you to your bath, get you breakfast, and then perhaps a light massage?”

“James, you always know what I want, but please come and get me when you are ready. I’ll stay here and relax.”

I did not say anything and just looked at her. She smiled and leaned forward. “Give me a kiss, darling. Now you can go.”

I wondered how I had gotten into this position but was happy to satisfy Eileen´s wishes. As Rogerio had foreseen yesterday, the weather had become grim, and there were strong winds with occasional showers. Our idea of a picnic had gone away, but there were other things we could do at home. I had copied Maureen’s waffle recipe, and with tea and coffee, toast and jam, waffles, and a glass of sparkling wine, I believed she would soon be back among the living. I brought the trays to the bedroom and went to help her out. She was red all over; perhaps the temperature had been exaggerated, but she smiled. “James, you’re an angel. I feel much better already.”

I helped her to sit against the backboard and offered tea. The cover glided down when she reached forward, and her breasts were completely exposed. She saw me interested. “James, you have a one-track mind. OK, come and give them a good morning kiss, and then behave!”

I enjoyed doing this, then fed her, and she laughed, complimenting me on my waffles. “James, you know that the way to a woman’s heart is through her sweet tooth...” giving me a peck on the cheek.

“I’ll remember that when you get mad at me.”

“Planning on angering me into a rage already?”

“You know how guys are. We don’t intend to do it, yet somehow we get the blame for everything.” I said with a laugh. She just grinned but nodded, confirming my statement.

When we finished, I brought everything back to the kitchen and then went back. She had already gotten up and dressed in a jogging suit. Looking at the mess of our bed, she shrugged. “I’ll do this later. Let’s go and sit and listen to some music.”

She could walk on her own now but was still very careful in her movements. I sat her on the couch, changed the air conditioning to a more comfortable degree, and put more hot tea on the side table. She had one of these old funny tea warmers from the UK, depicting an old Victorian church. She patted the couch beside her. ¨

“James, come and sit here. I want to go back to our conversation of yesterday. Did you think about it?”

“Darling, it sounds interesting, but I need more time. You and I have different management styles, and we’d have to discuss who could do what.” She smiled and said that this was easy.

“This is easy, my love. You tell me what you want to do, and I do it.”

I started to laugh. “Do you really believe that this will work this way? ¨

She nodded but stopped. “Well, there might be misunderstandings, and I might push too much; is this what you think?”

I nodded. “It’s your company, and you deserve to run it as you want; just see the success you have had up to today. There’ll be problems and misunderstandings if you want me to come; please remember what happened once before! I want to avoid this at all costs, even if I’ve to look for another position in Sydney or somewhere else.”

She thought about this. “My love, I believe that I have learned my lesson, but you’re right. We have to agree on a transition period and how to handle it. I want you to come here, and if necessary, I concede whatever you want.”

“This will not work either but let me think about it. I have an idea, but I need more time. I promise that I will consider it very seriously.”

She poured more tea and offered the cup to me. “What I have is yours, but let’s go back to this matter tomorrow. Now, what do you want to do? I got the Sydney Morning Herald for you, over there are the CDs I bought last week, and I believe you’ll enjoy them, and there is still the book you tried to read the last time but did not finish. I will just sit here and be with you.”

I drank the tea, poured again and gave it to her, and then selected a Rachmaninoff Piano concerto from the CD’s. I always admired the piano concertos 2 and 3 for their beautiful melodies and brilliant orchestration. Then I went back and hugged her. “Let’s just sit here for a while and talk about us.”

She nodded happily, and we went back to the time we had met first for the next hour.

“Remember the pool incident? ‘This is the first and only time you will see my breasts!’ They are yours now, and I would be very disconcerted if you wouldn’t touch them. The weekend in Sydney? The Hunter River? The first time we made love? And when I almost ruined everything?”

She reminisced about the mostly good times but did not avoid the bad moments. She lay down and put her head in my lap. “Darling, I’ll close my eyes for a moment. Get your book and stay with me.”

I got up and chose several thrillers since I did not want to philosophize at this moment and went back to the couch. She moved around a bit, blew me a kiss, and went to sleep. One of the thrillers was OK, and together with the music, the next two hours passed rapidly.

Suddenly I sensed her moving differently, and looking down, saw her opening her eyes. She lifted her head and offered her lips for a kiss. “My love, it’s almost lunchtime. What do you want to eat? I know a restaurant close by where I order occasionally, and they deliver. They’re quite good, and you don’t have to cook, darling!”

Suddenly the phone rang: Maureen was calling me.

“James, the secretary of a Mr. Ian Taylor called me, asking for you. She said that he was on the Board of Burroughs and will have a visitor from abroad next week. They want to call you. Should I give her this number?”

I told her to hold for a moment and asked Eileen whether she knew the guy. She nodded.

¨He’s the CEO of CSR, a major industrial complex. They were once the biggest sugar producer in Australia. I’ve met him occasionally, and he seems to be a good guy. I’ve heard that he’s on the Board of several companies. I suggest you take the call.”

I went back to Maureen and agreed to the contact. Half an hour later, and we had just ordered our lunch, the call came.

“Count de Winter, I’m Ian Taylor, and I’m on the Board of Burroughs. I assume you know the company?”

I assumed that he wanted to keep the conversation light; after all, Burroughs was the major competitor of IBM in Australia, and I had taken several customers away from them. They were dominant in the financial industry (their mainframes and software were built for banks) and wanted to expand into other areas.

“Count, next week we have our Executive VP for Asia and Australia here for a visit. He wants to look at our investment plans and meet several leading executives to get an idea about the potential we would face. I’ve heard that you’re no longer with IBM, and I’m not sorry about that, so would you accept our invitation to meet Mr. Cummiskey for half an hour and eventually have lunch with us?”

I thought about that for a moment and told him that I would give my response still today.

Eileen was all for it.

“James, go for it. There’s no negative side; all you have to do is sit there, talk about Australia, and wait to see what they really want. I bet you two blowjobs that they’ll offer you a job. I doubt that you’ll take it, but don’t you want to have your ego stroked a bit, especially after that idiot in Hawaii? And one more thought: don’t you think that this call gets Allan to move a bit faster?”

This was Eileen: there was always sex involved! While we were waiting for the food to arrive, we discussed the potential side effects, and at the end, I called Maureen (who agreed) and contacted Mr. Taylor. He said that he would advise the day – probably Wednesday, and the time: noon? I agreed, and he told me that he was looking forward to seeing me.

The dishes were quite acceptable, and Eileen had selected wines, which complemented the food perfectly, and then went back to her bedroom for an afternoon nap. The weather did not improve, and she decided to open a bottle of excellent red wine and take out cheeses and cold cuts. I helped her set the table, and when she saw me looking into the fridge, she reminded me that tonight the salmon was forbidden. It was a leisurely dinner with pleasant talks about the world, politics in Australia, and whether Jenny would stay in the company or leave. The phone rang, and there she was. Again, I heard only one side of the conversation; she shook her head when I pointed to the speaker.

“I feel wonderful, Jenny. Sore all over, but wonderful. He really worked me over, the beast.”... “Not really, only at the end, but he was getting close, so I let him go and enjoy me.”...”Jenny!”...”I lost count.”... “I made certain that he was satisfied also.”... “Jenny! Really!”...”Let’s just say that the day was terrific, that I had fun at the pool in the morning, had fun dancing, and had even more fun having him in me at night. Satisfied?”

Then she became more serious.

“I told James that I’d like you to come up here for a weekend so that we can talk. James is sitting beside me, and he doesn’t know whether he should get up and hide or stay not to lose any juicy bits. How was your week?”... “Really? A Brit? What does Sir Allan say?”... “Well, he must be happy that he can go home now and care for his wife.”

Eileen asked me to get her a glass of wine, and then it started again.

“Good for you. What happened?”... “Again. One day he’ll become very disappointed!”... “Yes, that’s your problem. Jenny, please let me talk to Maureen. Have fun and take care of yourself.”

“Maureen, darling, is everything alright? You’ll arrive at what time? OK, we’ll pick you up.”... “I’m alright, and James had this morning a smile on his face like the cat that finally got the canary. You’ll see tomorrow. Just a moment.”

She handed me the phone and sighed. “Now I have to listen to these lovebirds cooing to each other. How boring!”

I suggested that she could retire to the bedroom, but she declined. “And lose the moment when you will blush all over again?”

Considering that we had avid listeners on both sides, we kept it short, and I assumed they were disappointed. I sent her a kiss and confirmed that we would pick her up at the airport.

We finished our dinner, and I cleared the table since Eileen was still enjoying her (probably fake) invalid position. We went to her bedroom, undressed, and slipped under the sheets. I took her in my arms and kissed her.

“My love, I thank you for today. It’s so easy to be with you, we can talk about anything, and the discussion is always stimulating even if it occasionally gets a bit risky. I enjoy just looking at you, seeing your beauty, and especially the special smile that you have for me.”

She smiled that smile and whispered: “Thank you, too, my love. I feel so safe with you beside me, content when you look at me, and excited when you touch me. Tomorrow I’ve to share you again with Maureen, but these days were absolutely wonderful.”

She offered her lips for a kiss, smiled again, and pulled down the blanket to expose her breasts for my caress, and then closed her eyes. I followed her, and we slept quietly. We woke up late but decided that a few biscuits and an assortment of nuts were satisfactory and continued sleeping.

The next morning, I felt that she was awake, and when I looked at her, she was smiling.

“Hello, sleepyhead. Rise and shine; it is late already.”

I groaned; I am not really a morning person, and after having such a quiet night, it hurt to be so rudely awakened. She ignored me.

“Darling, I feel much better and will prepare breakfast for us. Stay a little while, but your eggs will be on the table in twenty minutes.”

She bent forward to kiss me, rubbed her nipples across my lips, and off she went. I remembered that she had welcomed me by saying that she would be my humble and willing slave, but up to know that person had not appeared. What to do? I went to the bathroom, did my things, dressed, and went to the kitchen. She looked at me.

“What got you here on time? To be with me or the eggs?”

“The eggs, my dear. I don’t like cold eggs!”

“At least he´s honest. Well, get the bottle of champagne from yesterday and pour us two glasses.”