Chapter 5

“And do you? Listen to the silence?”

“Sometimes,” she drew her hand up my leg, “but most of the time I just drift off to sleep.”

She’d reached my upper thigh by now and she turned slightly towards me. I looked down as she drew her fingers over my pussy, pausing at one of the buttons. The dress was buttoned all the way to just above my cleavage. She continued up over my belly and then under one of my breasts, a smile nudged her lips.

“You’re becoming acclimatized to the heat, no bra.”

“I wore one today but I was working outside,” the last word came out as a groan as she squeezed my breast.

“Ooh, that did something,” she shifted closer and pulling her feet off the table, put one knee on the couch and the other leg across my legs, effectively trapping me. I felt the familiar symptoms of arousal as she went to work on my breast, but she didn’t seem in a hurry to move off my breast, she almost seemed fixated by the look on my face.

That changed however when she changed position again, this time she straddled me and massaged my breasts slowly and rhythmically, rising and falling at the same time. She went to kiss me a few times but pulled back at the last moment until finally I brought my hands up over her front to her neck and pulled her down for a quick teasing kiss. I felt the tremor go through her body as our lips parted company and then we were kissing again. This time the kiss lasted longer and I sensed that she was moving closer to the edge, but at that point she was just kissing and feeling my breasts, and that was enough for the next few minutes.

Eventually however she stopped massaging my breasts and dropped her hands to my belt, she had a slight smile on her face as she untied it and then stroked my belly. We kissed again, long lingering kisses that left me in no doubt where this was going and it occurred to me that perhaps we should move to a bedroom. Dolores however was still kissing me. I felt her tugging at a button and then it popped loose and her fingers danced over my belly. I shivered with delight and anticipation as she teased my skin with delicate touches.

My breathing became shallower as she undid another button to expose more of my belly. I felt her hands moving beneath the dress to my breasts again and then she found them and went back to her massage. Our kissing became more intense almost right away and I started exploring her breasts through the shirt. She has smaller breasts and unlike me, she was wearing a bra. A low moan escaped her lips as I rubbed my thumbnails over her nipples.

“Oh, that’s something guys don’t do,” she murmured, “an Aussie guy’s version of foreplay is four cans of beer,” she undid a couple of buttons to expose my breasts.

“And the afterglow?”

“The cigarette,” she dipped her head and bit my shoulder, I let out a low moan as she kissed my throat and bit the other shoulder, “but this is something else.”

I dropped my hands further down to rub her pussy through the shorts and she spread her legs a little and glanced down, her breathing quickened as I kept rubbing and then she suddenly let out a low moan and slid off me.

“Not here,” she took my hands, “the bedroom.”

“Yours or mine?” I asked as I let her pull me to my feet.

Her bedroom was closer and yet it took us a few minutes to cross the floor and go up the hallway to her door. I pinned her to the door and undid her belt as I kissed her passionately. The door opened a minute or two later and we almost fell through it, if not for the fact that Dolores was able to keep her balance and walk me into the room.

I closed the door behind me and undid a few more buttons on my dress to expose my panties, she stared at my white panties and then grinned as she undid the button on her shorts and playfully tugged at the zipper. I undid the last few buttons and let the dress fall down my back to the floor, her shorts were hanging open to expose her panties as well. Our approach to the bed was a little slower as she unbuttoned her shirt and by the time we reached her bed her shirt was dangling on her arms and the shorts had dropped to her feet.

There was a few moments of hesitation as she discarded the shirt and shorts and then we were at it again, falling onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, our mouths locked together in a series of teasing kisses. I eventually ended up on top of her and as I began to explore her body, Dolores undid her bra and flung it to one side to expose her pert, upturned nipples. I latched onto them not long after, swirling my tongue around each nipple whilst massaging the other breast.

The effect was riveting, she arched her back rhythmically as I worked and I spent some time on her breasts until her nipples were hard and then I moved further south to her flat belly and the patch of hair between her legs. She was still wearing her panties at that point but that barrier was removed soon enough as I peeled her panties off and flung them to one side. It was only then that she seemed to hesitate, I saw the look in her eyes as I prepared to go down on her.

“Relax, I’m the same down there.”

She bit her lip and spread her lips as she rubbed herself. I tickled her perineum and her eyes rolled back in her head as I did so. Gradually her rubbing slowed as I kept tickling her perineum and inner thighs in turn. Her breathing became ragged as I picked up the pace and then I slid a finger inside her passage. She arched her back and let out a guttural moan, and I went deeper. She spread her legs wider and I bent my finger and drew it back out. Her loud moan became more pronounced and as I repeated the motion she began to move with me, pushing against my finger.

I shifted position slightly to make it easier to go to work on her clitoris and that certainly got her juices flowing. With every passing minute she became more and more aroused until finally she was crying out and whimpering for mercy that finally came when the orgasm hit her. I felt her passage tightening around my fingers as the spasm moved through her but kept sliding in and out as the spasms gained in intensity and then she was arching her back violently as she peaked. It took a full minute to calm down again and her eyes softened as she perched on her elbows.

“So that was lesbian sex,” she panted, “fuck me.”

“I think I already did that.”

“Well that’s a first.”

“What? Sex with a woman? I think I already worked that one out.”

“No, it’s the first time I’ve had an orgasm with someone else. Guys don’t wait for me to cum.”

“It’s a guy thing,” I rolled off her and propped on my elbow, “that’s why I prefer women.”

“I see what you mean now,” she looked down at herself, “it could become quite addictive.”

She flopped back and spread her legs wider as she played with herself. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling fan, it was turning slowly, displacing just enough air to keep the room cool and when Dolores finally rolled over on top of me I managed a sly grin.

“So, you are going to try the Danish Feast?”

“I might,” Dolores kissed one of my breasts.

A few moments later she fastened her lips around my nipple and sucked on it, drawing it up into her mouth. I exhaled sharply and stroked her back as she released the nipple and then grabbed it again. This went on for some time as she went from one breast to the other, she almost seemed hesitant to go further but that was the illusion she’d been building as I became more and more aroused. In time, she did go further south, to my belly and navel, and finally my pussy. There was a bit of hesitation as she fingered me through my panties but then she pulled them down to expose my genitals.

“Well, here goes nothing,” she murmured and dragged a tongue over my lips, I let out a low purr and spoke a phrase in Danish that directly translates to, “your tongue is so smooth.”

Dolores stopped what she was doing for a second.

“Your tongue is so smooth,” I translated.

“It sounded sexier in Danish,” she grinned, “keep talking Danish.”

For some strange reason she was incredibly turned on by my Danish. Indeed, she became more adventurous and curious as I kept talking Danish. She got two fingers inside me and then three, and then she went to work on my clitoris with firm tongue movements that coincided with that insistent probing. The orgasm came soon enough and for someone who’d never been with a woman before she really excelled herself. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams and when I finally came down from my plateau she had a satisfied look on her face.

“Now that was educational.”

There is more to tell but that would take too long and so in the interests of brevity let me briefly summarise the next few months.

Our one night stand evolved into a regular thing over the next six weeks until we finally agreed to settle on one bed, mine. Her old bedroom though was kept vacant, which turned out to be a good decision when Grandfather finally wandered in from the west. He was as old as time itself and was accompanied by a half dozen young men who’d been on some kind of vision quest. Grandfather wanted to take some of my young men on the same quest but because that would leave me short staffed he brought replacements, which surprised me because I’d never mentioned anything about that. Dolores’ explanation however seemed to make sense. News about my fight with Jean and the way I treated the native workers had spread far beyond Charleville and in his eyes at least I had become something of a beacon on a hill.

Not long after that, I took Dolores with me to Denmark for a couple of weeks to meet my parents and the rest of my family. I think mum summed it up perfectly when she said, “you’ve found your hygge.”

These days we run a successful holiday ranch and going by our bookings we’ll be doing this for quite some time. The locals in town have slowly adapted to the Danish Woman and there’s already talk of the Danish woman who put Charleville back on the map. We get a steady stream of tourists who want to spend a few days or a week on our holiday ranch, and as I’ve already mentioned we’ve had a couple of film crews here. There’s even talk of some film company who want to shoot some scenes on our property for some heist movie. And it is our property, I changed my will to include both Dolores and Stan in it, which means they inherit the lot if I die. Life is a mystery, a continual journey with many twists and turns, hopefully I’m on the right path now.