We were sitting at Mike's place one sunny Saturday afternoon discussing what we'd do during our two weeks vacation in July we had no inclinations towards staying in Montreal especially since most of our friends would be out of town anyway. The major problem was to find out where to go. Bryan's parents would not let us near their cottage in St Sauveur lest they be around, which meant no booze, no chicks, no partying. It was after a rather fruitless afternoon of getting nowhere that I thought of my mom's aunt Louisa. I remembered visiting a rundown summer residence in the vicinity of Old Orchard in my younger days. It was worth finding out how aunt Louisa could be reached.

The following Monday evening, after dinner, I put on my best outfit, bought a decent bouquet of flowers and headed down to aunt Louisa's. I was somewhat nervous but I figured that it would be easy to get the permission to use the country house. It was too old and abandoned for her to worry about a bunch of engineers using it. Besides I could look so naive and play so innocent if the need arose.

Aunt Louisa lived in a wealthy looking place, with doorman and all. I found her apartment and timidly rang the doorbell. I was in for one hell of a shock. The blonde woman who answered was a real stunner. In her mid-forties, she had the shape of a 20 year old. Not only that but SHE was Louisa. All along I thought I'd be spending the evening with an old bat in her late 50's looking in her early 70's. I was melting not expecting to be with a lady of her likes. I guess she noticed my discomfort, because she offered me chair and drink.

Louisa, as she asked me to call her, couldn't quite get over how much I'd grown, how handsome I looked, what a man I'd come to be. I could hardly believe it, this older woman was obviously checking me out. She even told me how lonely she was being a single woman with no steady male in her life. When I got up to refill our glasses, she stood up behind me and caressed my buttocks. I felt the heat rising in my body. What did she want - was she really making a pass at me? While questioning myself, I turned to face her. She winked while she blew me a kiss.

Slowing, she unbuttoned my shirt, touching, feeling, kissing my tanned chest. I took he in my arms and together we dropped on the Persian rug, she on top of me, her mouth reaching for mine. We rolled on the carpet kissing with furious passion. Before I became aware of it, she had unzipped my pants. With her fingers she stroke my bubbling erection, gently but firmly until she could no longer wait to introduce it to her mouth. While she was driving me crazy with her lips and tongue, I let my hands wander around her body feeling all the intense vibrations coming from her. Underneath her sexy powder blue sun dress, I found her voluptuous breasts throwing me an invitation I could not refuse. I proceeded to caressing those marvelous mammary glands with my lips and tongue while my hands were firmly rubbing at her crotch.

She was moaning softly, her hands still fingering my boner. Savoring her, I headed towards her pussy, kissing, nibbling, embracing every cm of her soft pinkish skin. My eyes sighted with delight black lace skimpy undies. As I removed them, my fingers were slipping with the juiciness of her insides. My mouth embraced her big and small lips, my tongue plunging in, my fingers exiting her clitoris She began moaning with more insistance. I knew she was ready, so I began entering her as deep as her body would let me, feeling the incredible intensity of the pleasure I was giving and receiving. The movement was accelerating, she was practically screaming with delight, as I realized that, I too, was moaning.

We came in unison, out of breath, yet extremely content. I still couldn't figure out how it had all happened, so I kept stroking Louisa's nipples, which were glistening with the sweat of our bodies. She looked really satisfied, as she cuddled tightly in my arms. It was then that I knew that I'd have the keys to her cottage, as well as the keys to her apartment for lots more long exiting evenings with her.

Jessica Lovecraft

Lovecraft Productions (c) 1983

Stay tuned next issue for Part II and find out what happens in Old Orchard.....