by Richard Williams, copyright 2021.
PAY IN GOLD - Finale
Dear, sweet Chloe,
Ela/Vhyirmat continued her past-life story. Once again I wondered if she would need another dose of that special lunar sex treatment but once she felt the urge to tell, she kept on to the climax.
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She could not help but think of her African lover's large hands as she rode along - the long, experienced fingers that pleasured her so as they gently probed her wetness, and the soft, sensuous lips that almost audibly begged to be kissed without a word being spoken... all wrapped in a respectful but enigmatic way of speaking. It was the summer break for the cadets now; the others were home with their families and friends, but he was too far from home to make that homecoming journey. Auntie proved to be even more open-minded than Ela/Vhyirmat had thought and welcomed him in her home. Of course, she was mostly off for the 1914 naval maneuvers with her admiral. Ela/Vhyirmat welcomed him into her bed. Sophisticated though he was, there were times when Auntie was away, and she commanded "up periscope" and they then spent a few minutes watching Marie and Jim. Once those two had a pillow fight, something that had been missing in the Togolese education. He and Ela/Vhyirmat tried doing it but after a few swings she was in his arms and pressing her wet heat against the power of his rising Black manhood.
Thinking of his touch again she shivered and squirmed in the limousine's leather seat, her silky, underthings clinging to her with the dampness that came every time her thoughts turned to the physical expression that they had shared in the past. She closed her eyes and leaned back, allowing the memories of his last visit to flood every cell of her body with a need so powerful that her head swam.
Now she had to close the door on those thoughts. She was on her way in Auntie's new limo to Marquardt to meet Hermann the banker's son. That's how Auntie always referred to him. He and his father had only intermittently attended the Zufluchtsort but never apologized or explained their absences. That is till now. When they had last met up Ela/Vhyirmat had teased him about their "secret other life" and eventually he promised to let her in on some of the secret. Perhaps he was influenced by the mental flood of sexual fantasies induced by Vhyirmat's goddess-delegated powers. Whatever!
Jim Royster kept a steady hand on the wheel as they bumped along a country road. Auntie's driver and his horse had retired. No more complaining about the "auto-mobile" problems. Jim could fix anything. They passed a gasthaus where a few patrons were outdoors drinking many beers; Auntie's luxurious car did not draw too much attention except for one sarcastic appearing farmer who leaned over to his neighbor and said something that evoked bitter laughter. Ela/Vhyirmat knew that wealthy people from Berlin were buying up country land for their country estates, mimicking what the royals had done before them. She was glad that guessing about whatever was said got her mind off of her African lover.
Resetting her thoughts to Hermann, her lips parted, and, in her reverie, his lips seemed to descend to hers. She could smell the different scent of him, feel his arms wrapping tightly around her, pulling her to him, his tongue slipping into her mouth. The flower of her sex fluttered in response and her hips rocked imperceptibly against the firm leather upholstery. The banker's son had the potential to be a great lover but was too focused on his work, she mused.
They drew up in front of the small Landesbank. It was mid-afternoon - time to close for the day and do the bookkeeping. Jim, in his trim chauffeur's uniform, winked at her as he properly assisted her alighting from the car.
"I don't know how long I'll be here, Jim. Why don't you walk back to the gasthaus and then come back in an hour or so? You can practice your German on the innkeeper's daughter!" Ela/Vhyirmat did not know if the innkeeper even had a daughter but both teased and complimented Jim on his progressing language skills.
"Es klingt gut," he responded with a Berlin saying and closed up the limousine.
Ela/Vhyirmat opened the door of the bank. There was a young clerk locking file cabinets and straightening things up. A woman about his age wearing a modern shift - mass-produced for a big department store - waited anxiously. Berlin manufacturers paid sketch artists, Ela/Vhyirmat knew, so they could copy Paris originals within days of their showing.
"Ein moment, bitte..." the clerk addressed Ela/Vhyirmat. She explained that she was there to see his superior. He paused in his straightening and went to a back office. The young woman kept anxiously twisting her handkerchief.
"The Unter-Direktor will be out in a moment," the clerk said when he returned. He returned to nervously straightening things. The young woman looked frustrated. And then, as readers familiar with goddess-delegated powers understand, they both blinked. Ela/Vhyirmat enjoyed watching as the thoughts they had been hiding from themselves bubbled up to the surface. Under her direction he reached out and engulfed the young woman in his arms, dropping a leather case that he had just picked up. Her heart pounded as he pressed her to his chest and the familiar scent of him filled her senses. No words were necessary as they stood there in each other's arms, Ela/Vhyirmat fading into the background - not existing at all for them.
A long, passionate kiss brought the erotic visions again into the young woman's mind. She swayed into him, pressing her body tightly to him, feeling the beginnings of his erection poking through their clothing, telling her that he too had been having the same sort of thoughts as the ticking bank clock brought him closer and closer to her. He shivered and pulled away finally, bending over to retrieve his bag, his crooked smile melting her heart as it always had. He grabbed his hat.
"The Unter-Direktor will be out in a moment," he hurriedly repeated, pulled the door shade down and they were gone in a flash. Ela/Vhyirmat wondered if she had overdosed them. Hermann must have heard the commotion or the door closing. He came striding up the hall from his office.
"I had some business to attend to," he half-apologized. "But now you may come back this way. It's a long trip from Savignyplatz and I have all kinds of refreshments in my office." And he did. Ela/Vhyirmat began to wonder how much entertaining he did. The bank itself looked as modest as the surrounding farms. His office furniture, though, looked as new and overdone as anything inspired by the younger Kaiser Wilhelm's reign.
Ela/Vhyirmat deferred to his choice of wines; he seemed to know a lot about them. He also seemed to be avoiding the subject of the secret that he felt compelled to share with her. Was he teasing her? The wine blurred her thoughts for a moment and then she focused on Hermann's desktop. There was a photo of his fiancé and some account documents. And next to the new telephone instrument there was a piece of paper with scribbled notes. She thought she recognized a name on the paper.
"I can tease, too," she told herself and rose unsteadily as though affected more by the wine than she was. He rose to catch her as she fell toward the desk, spilling the last drop of wine.
"Here, I'd best dab it up!" she insisted. He insisted that she need not. But in the moment that she was over the desk she saw the name: Major von Guten-Zuviel.
Ela/Vhyirmat looked into Hermann's eyes and easily slipped off the layer of conscious thoughts that kept his libido in check. He blinked.
"Let me show you something exciting!" he proclaimed.
In seconds he led her into the still open vault. He kissed the back of her neck as she fumbled for a hand hold for the step up, making it hard for her to pay attention to the task at hand. Shaking hands finally connected with the railing and she stepped inside. He followed and immediately began dimming the lights. As he leaned forward to adjust an incongruously placed feather tic draped over some crates, her hand snaked between his legs, running up his inner thigh, cupping his balls. His quick intake of breath as she touched him intimately let her know that he was as anxious as she.
He turned in the cramped area and kissed her hard, his tongue filling her mouth, already panting. His hands felt for the buttons on her blouse and began quickly unbuttoning them. She didn't resist, but lay back, mewing her urgency. The soft fabric fell away and revealed the green lingerie that she knew enhanced the redness of her hair. that she had worn especially for him. Kneeling on the crate in front of her, still fully clothed, his hands fumbled with the Paris silk. Her breasts rose and fell as he lifted it off of them and it fell to the bed. He looked at the proud nipples, and up into her eyes - eyes that smoldered with desire - and set to work, tonguing one nipple and then another, pressing her breasts together and inhaling her scent. Her skirt had ridden up around her thighs, and his fingers pushed fabric aside and dove beneath the matching green pantaloons, wet with her juices, finding the curly hairs dripping wet and her sex so slick and hot that he knew she too was ready. She spread her legs wide, welcoming his probing fingers.
"I want you now," he said, unbuttoning his pants. "I can't wait." His hard cock sprang forth, and, without undressing further, he lunged forward and blissfully drove his shaft into her waiting sheath, the warmth of her, the silkiness of her skin and her own obvious urgency driving him wild. Her hands clutched at his ass, pulling him as far into her as he could go.
"Oh God Hermann, yes...fuck me. Fuck me hard," she whispered, stifling a scream. "Oh, like that Lover. Just like that. You know what I like."
