“Free range eggs are the best…, Where’s Angea-Lea? Maybe she’s in the toilet.”
He raced upstairs to the toilet and swung the door open but did not find her there.
Then he heard the motor of his four-wheel-drive revving. He raced out the door just in time to ask her where she was headed at this hour.
Turning the motor off she was compelled to tell him she was headed for town to look at some clothes as he said, “Breakfast is ready.”
He allowed her to go and waved her on. But… she had lied. She was in fact eager to find the first man in the picture. Even if it took all day, she’d track him down.
At rest and soothingly, the light of the day burst forth upon the globe we inhabit, banishing the blackishness, and rousing into action the world to eternal felicity.
So did the daughter of passion arise, with love in her wings.
Ticino’s hilly countryside was romantic. She passed gorgeous emerald lakes, luxurious vegetation, castles overlooking vineyards and defiant stone houses scattered along winding lanes.
The city was alive with early risers bustling to get an early morning bargain as was Angea-Lea, for to find Mr. Gorgeous would be a real bargain, the poor hunted.
Back at the chalet Malachi went back on his promise and ate the veal saying how delish the dish was and couldn’t really get over the fact that Angea-Lea had fled.
Malachi took Jiminez on a walk past the vineyards to where a dozen geese and a half dozen goslings made their home. Jiminez roared with laughter when he set eyes on the adorable baby geese paddling the dog’s bowl while the dog was trying to lap the water, three of the goslings kept bossing Kloster the baby beagle by eating his nose and Kloster kept biting them back. Malachi raced inside and grabbed the polaroid camera capturing the magic moments on film. Together, father and son fed the geese stale bread and scraps.
Malachi’s eyes glued themselves on the rocky road that took his baby away. He had, to this point considered Angea-Lea to be a refuge from the storms of life and a shadow from the heat. He had not been known for his loyalty in times passed but desired more than anything to be loyal to a unique destiny with his angel and their son. Her vanishing into oblivion made him feel almost as if he’d lost his will to survive, what if she doesn’t come back, he thought, for she’d said she wanted to get out and live life to its fullest. What if she meets someone better than him in some way, for she had a face like an angel and a body to match. Her angelic personality brought a certain healing to a troubled soul and peace to the disturbed.
She parked the car in a huge carpark off the town square. Along the edges of the orange tiled square were huge pots filled with cheery-faced geraniums. At the centre of the square stood a huge triangular masterpiece made from latticework, it had a climbing white double geranium over it and on each side a triangular doorway. On the ground rocky paths led to a lit-up fountain, Angea-Lea adored the pretty glow of the lights and felt the shade loving plants around the black stone edge.
A sign in one corner read: THROW IN A COIN AND WATCH YOUR WISH COME TRUE! Throwing in a coin she made her wish, wishing with all her heart she’d find the poster-boy. Within minutes he’d walked in.
“Spring is that you?”
“Yes it is me.” She was all giggly and chatty telling him about how she knew him and he told her that his details were the same as what she had pretended.
“This is a fascinating blessed place to visit,” she told him.
“You look as delicious as a vanilla ice-cream, come to my home where I live with my parents and we shall get to know each other better Miss Lovely.”
Bright and bubbly like the girl-next-door she itched to get to know this handsome man. She followed him in her four-wheel-drive. He lived in Lugano. Arcaded passageways exploded with blood-red geraniums and orange tiles dribbled up and down the hills that made up this hybrid town. Hidden in the dramatic crevassed bay between San Salvatore and Monte Bré its beauty was ravishing.
The sun-drenched oasis welcomed the little French fairy. It was not long after she began to know him that she started calling him her boyfriend.
She was in for a super-romantic time and he told her so. They didn’t care what time of day it was. He took her to his room and she lay on his single bed and parted her legs. He ran his slim fingers up her inner thighs rubbing as if he were moulding mud. She did not give one tiny thought about Malachi. His breath was sweet and warm as he brought his lips firm and steadfast covering her delicate and damp mouth in a salute given with the lips meant only to put her to silence.
She allowed him to peel off her frock and undergear and he wasted time staring at her swollen breasts, his eyes, extreme in degree, his pupils, ablaze she felt they’d entered with hostile intention emitting a heat that burned through her perspiring chest to her cool heart. He brought the sheet up over her breasts that puffed up and were full of pain and her teats hardened and the pain continued as they squeezed against the restricting flannelette. He longed to dive into her vagina face first but he knew the process would take time that foreplay was paramount. He’d read all about it in the latest sex mags. He started by telling her how beautiful she looked holding her hands in his, by now he was naked.
“Let me lead you down a path you have not known and make the darkness light before you and the crooked things straight, these things I will do unto you and I will not forsake you,” he told her how good he wanted her to feel.
She knew he was not just going through the motions to get what he was after. His kisses were sexy and gradual as were his caresses now she was absolutely in the mood and aching for more. Now warmed up and heading for the hottest orgasm, he was neither acid nor alkaline exploring her hot zones. His lips sucked her neck and teasingly he brushed his lips against her tender flesh as he moved downwards, he pretended he was going to kiss her but stopped short as if he’d had a change of mind and heart at the very last minute, then retraced his steps and bit and sucked at her earlobes. He lifted her off the bed.
He ran his light fingers up the backs of her arms as they stood on the soft carpet like he’d caress the spongy leather on his overstuffed easy chair. All along her shoulders and behind her ears a kiss fell like autumn leaves. Excitedly she snuggled deep down into the sheets thinking how he took his time enjoying her utter gorgeousness not quite how it had been with Malachi although she did enjoy his ooolong massage and oolong penis. This guy had something different, he had finesse and a hornyness she needed more of. She nipped lightly at his hairline his hair smelling like ferns after a light sprinkle of rain.
“My muscles at the base of my neck are so tense.” As soon as she said this he was massaging as she sat upright on the edge of the bed. He asked her did she have another, she told him no there is no other. There was nothing to fear here in Spring’s haven of healing as he rubbed her wobbly breasts. This really turned them both on she could feel his firmness against her back. Her inner thighs, her knees, her pelvis, her breasts, the sweet spot in the curve above her hip, all the hot spots he’d touched with his slightly opened lips so she could feel the wetness of his mouth and the heat of his breath on her skin he ran his lips over every tender part.
“Feeling pampered?” he asked her.
“Slowly kissing and massaging me completely snaps my brain, it feels awesome, I want you to keep going,” he did and then entered his penis into her awaiting vagina, they both peaked together. She enjoyed his little penis but of course it didn’t quite have the same impact as Malachi’s.
Spring-Loaded Lautebrunnen making love to Angea-Lea in his single bed in Ticino
Chapter Ten
Feeling content over the mid-morning sex bout she arrived back at the chalet to find Malachi and Jiminez putting the finishing touches to a buttery banana cake with lime cream cheese frosting.
Her smile was pleasing to all appreciating the cake and all the effort they put into baking it. Two pieces disappeared in no time. Young Jiminez stuffed his face whilst Malachi had one piece.
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bsp; On one hand Angea-Lea had an ecstasy of mind easily diffused from person to person and on the other hand a very ordinariness loved by all. As she thought of how she cheekily cheated on Malachi her green eyes glittered with laughter. Malachi deeply appreciated her unassuming charm thinking how absolutely natural it was. Angea-Lea’s mom doted on the fact that she had never changed as a person since she was a little girl and Malachi thought this as he gazed at her across the table. She was not polished by travel, a bit of a domestic-type with artless style to a degree. That was good, for Malachi liked his woman simple. Her speech was rapid, her words tumbled over each other as she talked of her shopping spree all of which she’d made up, and little did he know. She was nervous and felt she had to rave in order to hide the truth.
There was always an avenue people could trip down to get close to Angea-Lea, people felt gladdened being with her, that is why Spring-Loaded had come on to her so quickly. People, like Spring, people she had never met before, she would chat with as if they were her very best friends.
Most nights she preferred to dine at home rather than wine and dine out. “Do you prefer to sit at home and prepare a dinner with us and talk about what we did during the day, or spin out on a take-away meal Jiminez?”
“I like to spend time with you and Malachi, my new family. Angea-Lea, daddy and I had a fun time baking the cake, you should have been here.”
All of a sudden she felt guilty for having indulged with the European, but that’s what is big this day and age, having heaps of relationships, she thought. It seemed since the death of Millii, Anthonee and her many friends she had made at the college was what influenced her to fling herself at other men. Having a carefree spirit, a ‘do what I like’ attitude made her feel as if no-one else mattered, but her.
She’d had a tremendous upbringing, a real sense of family, always dining together and sharing about her life to her family. Angea-Lea was termed ‘old fashioned’ for an eighteen year old choosing to stay around the home and prepare meals for her family during her early adolescent years. She felt free and easy shopping for misters who would satisfy her needs on the side.
Angea-Lea could not have felt a damn about self-analysis and compromise in her relationship she was just too selfish for that. She was even thinking of employing a trained child care worker for her baby and Jiminez just so she could dive in and out of bed with as many men as possible, she was just like her father had been in the early stages of his relationship with her mother.
“I’m so glad we are going to have a little baby,” she placed her hands across her tummy, there was just a little bulge. That afternoon they played board games and taught Jiminez out of some educational books, as he was now in a strict study program in home schooling.
“Jiminez is so healthy and happy, loving and energetic, he is a fantastic little boy Malachi,” she told him after settling him into bed that night.
Every day Angea-Lea and Malachi put all their time and effort into raising Jiminez. If they weren’t doing craft or reading or drawing, they were cooking.
As they slept, Angea-Lea’s mind ticked over with questions about the philosophy and thoughts of number two man. She snuck out of bed at three a.m., once again and leapt down the steps into the living room. She looked up and there he was Mr. Ebner Woodst. As he smiled, his dark eyes squinted, his smile wide and beautiful. His absolute hunkiness really woke her senses up he had a passive face she was fond of.
Again, she took off her nightgown and slung off her panties. She twirled three times then asked him the first question through the imaginary microphone. “What’s life’s code for you Author?” ‘To grieve over someone you know rather than someone you never knew.’ “You got me babe,” Angea-Lea’s imagination ran wild, she lifted up her voice to the archangels in heaven believing that this man owned the mountains and the forests and every tree therein, “you surely are the Promised One. I shall meditate on thee day and night O Handsome One.” She saw him as a tree planted by rivers of living water that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaves also she believed would not wither and neither would his penis; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
“People say they remind you of…?”
‘Robert Wagner in his heyday.’
“Oh yes, you look just like him. I am your angel, I know all about you.” Angea-Lea felt completely at ease batting the questions to men she had never met before and returning their answers as if she’d known them all her life. “Are you proud of the size down there?” ‘Just so long as it fits that’s the main thing.’ She couldn’t wait to meet him in person, raise his gun. Feeling sleepy and bewildered she turned around to view the majestic alps under the strong moonlight, when… she thought she saw the shoulder of someone outside but brushed the thought aside due to weariness, still her heart pounded in her bare chest.
Falling to her knees she begged him to speak though she knew he could not. “Favourite hang-out?” ‘The pyramid in Ticino’s town square.’
“Wowee!” she yelled excited to know he loved to hang out at the same place she did. “How do you see women?” ‘With an all-seeing eye’. Everything you handle in a most graceful and dignified way, she thought she’d heard Ebner say. Her warm voice continued it seemed to sound as if she was whispering a secret she’d kept from everyone. “When was the last time you bawled your eyes out?” ‘The day my last girlfriend walked out on me for another fella with a prick like a bull.’ “How cruel, I’m here for you now, I’ll give you what you want baby.” On another wall the recurring motifs of boat pictures hung on the amber painted wall with a trio of candles burning in crystal and precious stone holders on each side above a sideboard painted in old derelict blue paint decorated on top with coral, shells and garden flowers.
Acutely skilled at her ability to read men’s thoughts she stared into the coral that nestled in a silver bowl and knew immediately the answer to her next question. “The most recent naughty thing you have done that you were ashamed of doing?” ‘Sunbathing in the raw on a packed tourist beach.’
“I am going to zip off to Ticino town and the heavenly angels will arrange for you to meet me there.” I have the angelic power to draw any man to me, she thought, but the angels disapproved of her iniquitous behaviour yet held back taking action just to see how far she would get.
After her usual bath, she dried herself and stepped into a pair of long white pants that were flared at the ankles but tight around her vagina and bottom so that every little flap and bulge poked through the fabric, underneath of course were her sweet little pair of see-through black French knickers with a wide cuff of white floral lace around the legs and a strapless bra to match. She deliberately wanted to have black knickers easily seen under white pants. She wore a pink singlet top with a sweet fine see-through lace capelet around her shoulders for the cool breezy day ahead. Her mid-season cover-up had large and small pink and silver butterflies attached and the edging was scrolled.
Again Malachi rose and made a hearty breakfast using left-over lasagne from the night previous. She entered the kitchen, her high heels with big pink butterflies on the toe clips clapped over the polished wooden floor. Malachi placed his muscular arms around her tiny frame mentioning how sweet her face looked, “Tell me, what colours have you chosen for your make-up?” He loved to hear all of the fancy names for her make-up shades. Her long-lashed eyes fluttered as she told him, “Well, the whole set of make-up bits and pieces is called ‘Outlast’. Timeless Ruby on my lips, creamy natural foundation, charcoal mascara and pink chiffon eye shadow.”
“Can your lip colour outlast this day?” He kissed and kissed her, smudging her lipstick. She was wild with fury saying how her lipstick had all worn off thanks to him. She stormed out the door saying she was going window shopping again.
Once again the winding streets led her to the square. The arcades surrounding brimmed with live music, kinetic cafés, and feisty flaneurs. After she dropped a wishing coin into the fountain of wishes she made a wish that Ebner Woodst
wouldst come her way. Then, she felt two hands on her shoulders, she turned, it was him he was even more handsome than what he appeared in the frame.
Then his deep voice broke the silence.
“The town of Ticino blends an ideal mixture of Swiss orderliness and efficiency with Italian energy, food, spirit and exuberance.” He talked loudly as did others, talked with his hands, and was always on time with his Swiss watch. She followed him to his home in the Ticino hills.
Being an author he lived in a stately home, the extravagant bedroom took Angea-Lea’s breath away. The buttercup velvet walls were a stunning backdrop to the pair engaged in a touchy-feely session. “Take my clothes off,” she told him with a formal grin. He carefully slipped off her little capelet telling her she could wear it on its own without any undergarments. She blushed. Before too long they were both naked in the four-storey grace-and-favour home. He placed her clothes on an oriental cabinet. When he’d slipped off her underwear he approached it like peeling a banana. He’d touched and licked over her undies first and inched them off. The anticipation revved her up. The utter beauty he saw before him would stay with him forever. “You are such a pretty girl with the prettiest of bodies, how old are you?”
“Um eighteen Sir,” her sweet voice carted him away to the harsh, weather-beaten snow-capped peaks. He knew that the clitoris was indispensable in its function in a woman’s orgasm, but the puny pea-shaped bump was just the start of a wondrous ecstasy they both would treasure.
Ever since Ebner had become a man he’d wanted a woman to caress and make love to. Now the opportunity was here he wasn’t about to let it go.
As she asked him the same questions as before he’d answered them exactly the same. It was as if all the angels in heaven spoke to their hearts by a life of mercy and self-sacrifice. Angea-Lea’s words, like his were inspirational, she talked of flowing rivers and tree-studded mountains surrounding heavenly acts of love between his spirit and hers. The deep fellowship continued as he gently touched her ever-increasing territory, he used his top turn-on tools – his hands. As he slowly ran his hands over her more delicate parts having the capacity of receiving impressions he was instructed by learning what action suited her best. Her body trembled under the excitement of his touch she let out a long audible breath of excitement and her body she moved in close contact with his, these were her glowing areas he was glad he had discovered.
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