One day in September, I got a phone call from Lenore’s Aunt Julia. That seemed odd because I hadn’t said much to her in the weeks I had known Lenore. I had been invited to dinner with them at the apartment only once. Sometimes I ran into Julia on the elevator.
I was the one to answer the phone that day. We greeted each other and had a bit of chit-chat about the weather or something. Then she said, “Lenore’s at Lehman a lot. I’d like you to come down someday and share a drink with me.”
My antennae immediately went up. Why does she want to do that? I didn’t answer but she pushed it along. “What day would be good for you?”
I couldn’t just blow her off. If I had been more clever, I could have talked my way around a commitment to it. Instead, I said, “Ah, Wednesday?” I tried to sound a bit evasive.
“That would be fine.”
“Don’t you have to go to work?”
“Oh, I’ll just call in sick.” One of my own tactics.
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At 11:00 AM on the appointed day I rang the bell. What am I doing here? I hadn’t brought a little gift of any kind.
Julia smiled at me when I walked in. With her prominent nose and glasses, she had hot a librarian thing going. At that time she was thirty-nine and I knew she had been divorced for a couple of years. I found her to be warm but intense, a sexy combination.
She was about five-seven; her dark, almost black hair was in some kind of bob cut that gave her a Louise Brooks look. Her body was still trim, but I had noticed some nice curves on her. Today she was wearing a short-sleeved, off-white dress with some green and red squiggles across it. It was a bit on the short side. To finish it off, she had dark stockings and moderately high-heeled black shoes. I wondered if she ever looked that way at work.
As we stood there, she asked, “Would you like a wine spritzer? Red or white, or rosé ?”
I went with the red. She came out of the kitchen with our drinks in water glasses. Now, where would we have these? She told me, “Let’s have this in my room.”
That was the moment I realized what I was doing, which was walking into whatever set-up she had planned for me. I knew I was doing the wrong thing, but I didn’t stop myself.
Her room was larger than Lenore’s, but it also was at the back of the building. She sat down on the edge of the bed and I found a chair to use. I was only about three feet away from her.
She drank deeply from her glass and she put it on a nightstand. I tried to just sip my drink. She didn’t waste time before she made her first move. I wondered if all the women in that family were so fast. She said, “I’ve been divorced for over two years now, and that’s a long time. Do you know what I mean?” She seemed to be implying that she hadn’t been with a man in that period. Probably that’s why I’m here now.
Since I didn’t answer, she continued, “I wonder, do you ever think of me when you’re alone?” Jesus, that had been Lenore’s line too. I noted that Julia had yet to make a reference to her. Anyway, I had never thought of Julia that way, but I didn’t know whether to tell her that or just lie about it.
I struggled to find an answer, and she laughed at me. “Relax, I’m not going to bite unless you want me to.” I seemed to remember that from somewhere else; maybe it was dialogue from a movie. “I know you haven’t thought of me because you don’t really know me yet.” With that, she winked at me.
She said, “It’s hard to be lonely.” Yeah, but I had a girlfriend already; loneliness was her problem, not mine at that moment.
Come on Paul, get your shit together; it’s not too late to cut this short. But I was paralyzed. I suspect I was also curious as to what Julia was going to do next. I didn’t have to wait long. She unzipped the back of her dress up and pulled it up and off. “Do you like this?”
Her stockings were held up with a black garter and black straps. She had a pair of bright red panties on top of them. She crooked a finger at me to come over to the bed, and damn if I didn’t do just that. As I sat there she put one of her hands on one of mine and pulled me over. She kissed me, not for very long, but it was a real kiss, not a peck on the cheek. I held her and I kissed back for a few moments
“So I assume you do like this, I mean what I am wearing?” Of course, I did, but I didn’t want to say it. This Aunt Julia is one hot number. She was potentially a lot of trouble too. No, I was already in trouble.
She then pulled down the front of her rather skimpy bra to reveal her breasts. Her red panties got lowered next, but she managed to leave them dangling on one of her ankles.
I couldn’t control myself. We were all over each other; I felt up every part of her I could reach, which was all of her. Then she moved back and said, “What we’ll do today – we’ll pleasure each other orally. You can get it first.” She’s just like Lenore, issuing instructions.
In a few seconds, I was standing in front of her as she sat on the edge of her bed. She opened and pulled down my pants. Of course, I was fully erect and I let it stick out. “My, your cock is so stiff.” Of course, lady, what did you expect? I was going over the brink, and it was happening so fast. When was the last time this dame got laid? Then she took my cock into her mouth and I was beyond pondering such things.
She knew all the right techniques. I gripped her tight hairdo and gave myself into the moment. I did notice that her red lipstick seemed color-coordinated with her underpants. During this, I said, or moaned, the usual dumb, obvious things like, “My cock is filling with cum and I’m going to shoot in your mouth!”
One of her hands was on my backside, rubbing it. I knew she wanted me to come soon. I obliged her. She tried to swallow all of it, and she almost succeeded. Then she gestured, pointing to her mouth and to one of the pockets of my pants. Somehow I figured out that she wanted my handkerchief, and somehow I go it to her. She put it to her mouth and spat out the excess.
I was feeling dizzy as I looked back at my chair and saw that my wine glass was still on the floor. I looked at her and she was grinning at me like she just won the lottery. I figured that if this nice lady was kind enough to blow me, I owed her some affection back. Thus I sat on the bed and held her. She seemed to like that a lot and she cuddled against me. After some very nice kissing and smooching, she said, “You know what time it is now, right?”
For a second I thought she meant the time of day. “I do?”
“Yes, it’s eating out Julia’s pussy time.”
“I guess that’s only fair.”
“Indeed it is!”
For this, she sat on the edge of the bed again while I kneeled between her legs. From my practice with Lenore, I knew how to do this. In fact, soon after I started, she was moaning and she said, “You know what you are doing. Have you had lessons?
I was startled, and then I understood that this wasn’t a reference to Lenore. She continued, “You’d be surprised how many men are completely clueless about pussy-licking. They couldn’t find a clitoris if there was a chart of the wall.” She seemed to have strong opinions about other men’s cunt-licking abilities, and I was making the grade on that point.
I thought she tasted exactly like Lenore had. Maybe all women are the same? When her orgasm arrived it reminded me of Lenore too. She was very noisy and she moved her legs and body around a lot; her hips came off the bed.
After that, she fell back on the bed and relaxed. My pants were still down; I looked at myself and saw that I had an erection again. I could have gotten my clothes back together, but I thought Julia might help me out if she noticed my condition. She did sit up and look at me.
“I can take care of that boner for you.” Her side table had a jar of Vaseline which she retrieved. Before she opened it, she put her hands in the air and waved them around.
She said, “ ‘Let your fingers do the walking. ” That was a reference to the TV commercials for the now extinct yellow-pages phone books. Julia indeed let her fingers, with some help from her palms, walk all over my cock.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, but now she was the one in front, kneeling down. She said, “It’s going to be so nice when you come. This time, I get to see it all!”
I was saying things like, “Oh, please, that feels so good.” Well, of course; she was holding me by the base as her other hand stroked me. At times she brought her second hand up to assist the first one.