It was a month since Fiona arrived back in Melbourne. We were well into spring. Fiona had not had any luck finding a suitable apartment. Melbourne's Spring Horse Racing Carnival was coming up. The Melbourne Cup, known as the race that stops the nation, is run at 3:00 pm AEDST on the first Tuesday in November. Many people, therefore, take leave on Monday to make it an extra-long weekend.
On the Friday evening, Fiona came home late after a long drive home. She had been to see one of her charges over the other side of this sprawling city, so it was a slow drive home. Tired and yet excited that she may have found an apartment, she bounced up the stairs and kissed me with a very tight hug.
"I think I found an apartment that will suit me fine," she said cheerfully. "At least according to the ad, it is."
"Dinner is ready, so let's eat," I said. "I don't have any dessert, however. So I hope you weren't looking forward to a great dessert."
She laughed, "You tease! You know very well that my favourite dessert is seldom served on the dining table." She giggled.
"How wonderfully romantic," she squealed as she saw the dining table. "Candles, dimmed light, and a rose from your garden." We kissed again and sat down to eat.
Over dinner, Fiona told me how frustrated she was with her latest charge. He would never get the timesheets correct and, as a result, had been underpaid for his work. While telling me this, her foot was caressing my calves under the table. As dinner came to an end, we were still talking about the frustrations in her work. She rose to take the dishes to the dishwasher.
"Fin, I must apologise, but dessert will be slightly delayed," I said as I rose and headed to the bathroom.
I ran the water to fill the spa bath and turned the heater on low to make the air just comfortable. I lit the candles at each end of the bath. As I left the room, I dimmed the light.
Back at the dining table, I hugged Fiona, we kissed, and I lowered the zip on the back of her dress. I went behind and blindfolded her with a tea towel. Then I led Fiona to the bedroom, where I slowly undressed her.
"Just stand there for a sec. Don't peek. This won't take long." I said.
With that, I dashed into the bathroom to turn the water off and quickly removed my clothes. On my return, I took her by the hips, kissed her on the lips and directed her to the bathroom.
"Okay, remove the blindfold and hop in," I told her.
"You are in a romantic mood tonight. This is positively delicious." She said with a big smile as she kissed me.
We climbed in together. She immediately turned on the jets and positioned herself so they massaged her back. I watched her close her eyes as she leaned back and relaxed. Her right foot was busy checking if all of me was fully relaxed. Need I say? I was not.
"I thought you needed to relax a little first, so I changed the venue for dessert." I giggled.
Satisfied with what she found, she stopped moving her foot and just relaxed with her eyes closed. Her breathing was becoming more and more relaxed. She was so relaxed she fell asleep. Fiona is a deep sleeper, so I had to work this out. First thing was to drain the bath. While the water drained, I carefully covered her with a heated towel and dried myself with another.
I thought, "I need to wake Fin just enough to get her dried and into bed."
I sat her on the wide edge of the bath to dry her. Then gently picked her up and put her into bed.
I returned to snuff the candles, turned out the lights and got into bed. I cuddled up close and kissed her on the nape of her neck and shoulder. I fell asleep with my hand on her breast.
When I woke the next morning, Fiona was half lying on me, one leg over so that my morning wood was tucked into the back of her knee. Her forefinger was gently tracing circles around one of my nipples. I moaned, enjoying the feeling of tingles through my body.
"I didn't get dessert last night because of you," Fiona whispered. "So I'm going to have it now. You and your romantic stuff."
"Hey! I never told you to fall asleep. So don't blame ..." I replied. Before I could finish what I was saying, she was passionately kissing me.
She slithered onto me. Continuing to kiss, she manoeuvred herself so my cock was laying along her slit. The kiss flowed from her lips into my body with powerful tingles. Our tongues fenced like they always do in our long kisses. Her lovely clit was caressing my shaft as she held me tight, as if she was stopping me from escaping her grasp. Suddenly she stopped moving as she pushed herself down firmly as her orgasm hit. As it abated, she relaxed. Nothing was said until her breathing eased.
"Now that is what I call a super dessert," she exclaimed, "Do I feel cream there, or am I imagining it?"
"Why don't you swing around and check? If you are right, you might enjoy licking it up."
She spun around. "It is cream indeed."
With that, she began to lick it up, and we sixty-nined to another orgasm for Fiona. Being a Saturday, we decided to stay in bed longer to just relax, cuddle and talk. Between numerous kisses, our conversations ranged from the garden and its needs to her frustrations with her charges. She was very concerned about a few of them.
We eventually had breakfast around 10:00 am, after which we went on our bush walk with the camera in hand, just in case. We took time for a long slow walk with many stops along the way for romantic kisses and photos of wildflowers. This time there were also some risque shots of Fiona that she thoroughly enjoyed posing for.
We returned to the house well after our usual lunchtime. Even considering that we had walked a considerable distance and also made time for a nice roll in a shady glen that we found along the way, neither of us was hungry. Fiona prepared a small snack, while I fixed us a cool drink. We then adjourned to the sun lounge for some afternoon relaxation. As we lay there our chat was about nothing in particular but punctuated with numerous kisses before we both drifted off for a little nap in the warm air.
When I woke a short time later, Fiona was fast asleep. So I left her there to rest, while I did a little weeding of the front garden beds. Thankfully the mulch was keeping things under good control for me.
Suddenly I heard a voice behind me and a nudge on my back, "Oi, you deserted me, you rat!" Fiona exclaimed.
I turned and kissed her upper thigh, looked up at her and smiled. "You looked so cute sleeping there. I couldn't wake you, so I came down here. You look quite nice from this angle too." I saw the time on her watch. "I tell you what, dinner tonight will be at the Thai restaurant if they aren't booked out already. I'll get my phone to book a table." I said as I headed inside.
When I returned, she was still admiring the garden. With a smile, I said, "All booked for 6:30. It pays to be on a first-name basis with the owner. They are booked out, but for us, he made an arrangement."
We arrived at the restaurant right on time. As we entered the restaurant, Kiet, the owner, greeted us at the door. He welcomed us back and showed us to our usual corner table. The small restaurant was made from two adjoining shops and was very cosy. The meal was wonderful, as usual. After the meal, we took a detour to watch the sunset from the hilltop near home. We were there for over an hour, kissing and cuddling on the park bench.
The drive home was quiet, and both were lost in our thoughts. We returned home and kissed at the top of the stairs. The sweetest simmering kisses expressed the unspoken love we have for each other. A gentle, tender bond of loving that drew us together and once more led us to some wonderful, slow lovemaking before falling asleep.
We decided to use Monday to inspect a few other apartments, starting with the one she found on Friday. Besides some lovemaking, we spent most of Sunday on post-production of the photos we took during our bushwalk. The nude and seminude shots of Fiona had some great shots among them. Fiona took some acceptable ones of me, too, but then, I'm not that photogenic. We printed a few ten-by-eights of Fiona to frame.
