Chapter 5
After that fabulous night with Big Sandra, topped off by a finale with her luscious daughter, I guess you can understand why I started looking at all older women with different eyes. One of the most delectable, to those different eyes of mine, was Heidi McMasters, my mother's best friend since their years as high school coeds together.
I'd grown up thinking of her respectfully as Aunt Heidi. But when I looked at Aunt Heidi through my newly opened eyes, I began seeing one hell of a lot of wasted feminine lusciousness. Because Aunt Heidi's husband was a super salesman who spent more time on airplanes than he did at home with his wife, flying hither, thither, and yon to conduct sales seminars at fancy prices for members of various companies' sales forces.
As a result, Aunt Heidi had a maid and housekeeper and cook and about everything else money can buy, except regular male companionship. Our town isn't a one-horse variety by any means, but it wasn't quite enough of a city to enable Aunt Heidi to enjoy that kind of freedom without jeopardizing all the rest of her enviable setup. Unless, of course, her male companion was someone other townsfolk thought no more of seeing her with than they thought of seeing a mother with her own son. And Aunt Heidi spent so much time at our house with Mother nearly every day, and had for years, that everyone was used to seeing her with me at the store or dairy or drug store picking up something Mother'd discovered at the last minute that she needed.
After I began seeing the "waste" Aunt Heidi represented in quality sexual adventure, I suddenly realized what a unique position that I alone was in to do something about salvaging that waste and turning it into living experience for both of us.
At the time I was still living it up keeping both the Sandras fully satisfied. That was the kind of setup most guys only dream about. In addition to the steady supply of quality fucking, anything Big Sandra had was as good as mine. So her fancy new Continental was at my disposal almost any time I wanted to use it. But naturally at least one of the Sandras usually went along with the Continental whenever I had it out, which hadn't seemed like any handicap whatever until I began pulling together some plans about salvaging Aunt Heidi's wasted ass.
I was smart enough to know that if I just tried to pull out on Big Sandra, I'd likely set off one hell of a scene, which I knew I could live without. Besides, both Sandras were damned good, in fact premium quality ass.
It might turn out that I'd like to pick up with them again some time in the future.
Then the perfect solution came to me. I went to Big Sandra with a story about having had a big, fat row with my folks. I told her I'd decided to move out on my parents and move in with her and Young Sandra. I was running on about how cozy that would be, permanently eliminating my need to get up and go home.
But Big Sandra interrupted me, declaring sharply, "That's the craziest, most utterly childish idea I ever heard of and I'm surprised and disappointed in you, Vince! I couldn't possibly allow you to move in here with us! It's just out of the question! Utterly impossible! And it makes the fact that we've been seeing entirely too much of each other unmistakably obvious!"
The thing that really had shaken Big Sandra, which she neglected making any mention of whatever, was that my moving in with her and Young Sandra would have given her ex all he needed to get him off the hook alimony-wise. She could see her fancy house and the new Continental every year and all the rest of the luxurious trimmings going straight down the drain. That was a far bigger price than she was about to pay for the privilege of my constant sexual services. So she insisted we should cool it. Remain good friends, but see far less of each other. She even suggested that a guy as young as I was should be seeing other girls and women. I acted like I couldn't believe it, but Big Sandra was firm. If I hadn't been certain of it before, I got a convincing demonstration of the fact that in the orchestration of values, most women assign sex to second fiddle and economic security to first.
Anyhow, I was off the hook there without any feminine hurt feelings, free to begin my campaign to salvage the waste of Aunt Heidi's sweet ass. I began by merely becoming more attentive in ways that not even my mother noticed, but Aunt Heidi began slowly becoming aware of it. I put my hands on her caressingly every excuse I got and every signal I picked up from her told me she liked it.
It was another waiting game, another exercise in patience. But I've found that patience is the key to just about anything and everything where a woman is concerned. So I took my time and let Aunt Heidi make her own discovery, slowly having her eyes opened until when she looked at me she saw a young man instead of her dear friend's cute little boy. When I began detecting little shivers running through her every time I put my hands on her body lightly, I knew that miraculous transformation in her eyesight had been completed.
Aunt Heidi and her husband owned a fancy summer place on a remote mountain lake about one hundred miles from town to which my parents and I had been invited many times. She liked to go up there in the winter time too for skiing and ice skating, but seldom was able to interest Mother or any of their mutual friends in joining her because that kind of an adventure in cold weather was too much like roughing it.
I began dropping hints about what great fun it would be to spend a weekend skiing and ice skating. She picked it up and soon thought it was her very own idea, as it usually had been in the past. As usual, no one else in her circle of friends was interested. So I volunteered to go, which Mom and Dad both thought was very noble of me. Talk about having your cake.
So Aunt Heidi and I went to the mountains together. Before, whenever I'd gone anywhere with her, she'd always done the driving. An unmistakable sign of the difference in the eyes she was seeing me through was the fact that before we were a dozen blocks from my house, she pulled to the curb, suggesting, "Why don't you drive, Vince, dear?"
Three hours later we locked her car in the tight garage at the end of the road above the lake. I loaded our groceries and other gear on a bobsled, then got my skies on. We shoved off down the slope through the pines to the open field of snow-covered ice below. I put the toe of both skies on the rear edge of the bobsled and steered it with the tow-ropes tied on either side at the front. It wasn't the greatest steering arrangement ever invented and I just barely missed smacking into a big tamarack or bull-pine two or three times.
I could easily have broken my fool neck, I suppose, but Aunt Heidi and I weren't in any mood for somber possibilities. The spirit of adventure was running hot and high within both of us, therefore my close calls weren't frightening to either of us but hilariously funny. We came shooting out of the trees and out upon the snow over the lake laughing like fools. If Aunt Heidi hadn't been such an expert skier, she'd have had to crack up, laughing the way she was while covering the snow at such high speed.
But the Fates seemed to be smiling upon this adventure of ours because neither of us suffered any mishap. We headed for the luxurious cabin two miles away on the far shore of the lake laughing together and chattering like two high-spirited kids. I can't remember having ever felt more fully or more joyously alive. I'm certain she felt exactly the same way.
Once we reached the cabin and got the door unlocked, she put our provisions away while I got a roaring fire going in the huge fireplace. When I finally turned from the crackling fire, I found Heidi standing a little way behind me, a strange, bright, speculative look in her eyes as she watched me.
I straightened and she came to me suddenly, raised her arms and clasped her hands behind my neck as she exclaimed, "I've already had more fun than I've enjoyed for weeks. Thank you so much, Vincey, for coming with me so I could enjoy this-"
She broke off with a low but sharp gasp as I raised my hands on her sides, just under her armpits, the heels of my palms against the softness of the beginning swell of both her breasts. I'd been careful to place them far enough back so it would seem a completely innocent move, one that by no stretch of imagination could be interpreted as forward or fresh. But her response to the touch of my hands there wouldn't have been much more pronounced had I boldly cupped both her luscious tits in my palms.
Heidi stood there staring up at me for an instant, hands locked behind my neck. Suddenly she pulled my head down to hers as she came up on tiptoe. Her lovely lips closed hungrily upon mine. She'd been kissing me ever since my earliest memory, but she'd never kissed me like that before.
Suddenly her tongue came thrusting against my lips, demandingly, fiercely, ready to force its way through if I'd offered any resistance. Of course I didn't. At least only enough so it wouldn't be too obvious that this wasn't the first time such a thing had ever happened to me. I had it doped out long before this that the best role for me to play with Heidi was that of the inexperienced virgin.
Behind us the fire was crackling merrily in the huge fireplace, beginning to drive out the chill. But before Heidi broke that first kiss of passion shared with me, neither of us really needed much help from that fire against the cold. We both were starting to get steamed up real good.
But Heidi turned suddenly contrite as our lips parted. Her eyes searched my face anxiously as she murmured, "Oh, Vincey, you'll probably think I'm terrible!"
I hugged her against myself, trying to appear as awkward about it as I could manage, shaking my head emphatically as I protested, "You're wonderful! You're the first one who's ever treated me like I might be nearly an adult."
Quickly she agreed, "And you should be treated like an adult, darling! Being an adult is a physical thing that has nothing whatever to do with one's age in years. And physically-" She held me away, looking my tall body up and down admiringly, then continued, "Physically you're a Greek god! The picture of young manhood's ultimate in perfection."
I looked away, trying to appear rather shamefaced, and murmured, "I just wish someone loved me enough to teach me how to really act like a man. You know ... with a-"
I broke off like I couldn't quite put it into words. But Heidi whispered breathlessly, sounding rather conspiratorial, "How to really act like a man with a woman, Vincey?"
I nodded mutely.
She stood there staring up at me, a sudden strange hunger beginning to glow in her intent eyes.
When she said nothing immediately, I muttered, "It doesn't make any difference how big and strong you are, you can't feel like a real man until you've learned that. But how is a fellow supposed to ever learn?"
"I know!" Heidi nodded instantly, sounding full of sympathy. "That's one area in which this society of ours is completely idiotic! Primitive tribes all over the world have customs that reveal more wisdom, more understanding of the realities of life. The Polynesian people, for instance, have a tradition that some older woman, a friend of a young man's family, someone he's always known and loved, is given the responsibility of teaching him how to act like a man with a woman. It all takes place very naturally and honestly."
I muttered, "I sure wish I'd been born a Polynesian. The other guys at school make fun of me. I act like a dunce around girls because I know I'd have no idea what to do even if one of them was willing to let me."
She just stared up at me silently for a moment, then murmured breathlessly, "There's nothing in this world I'd rather do than teach you-" She broke off, unable to quite voice her complete thought.
Hesitantly awkward, I muttered, "I've always loved you."
"And I love you!" Heidi said fiercely, hugging herself against me. She held her luscious body pressed tightly against mine for a silent moment. Then she murmured, "Are you sure you'd still love me ... sure you wouldn't think I'd turned into some terribly wicked kind of old woman, if-"
I interrupted, protesting fiercely, "You could never do anything wicked or terrible and you're not old, anyhow! You don't seem much older than some of the girls in my senior class at school ... only you never laugh behind my back because I'm so green, like they do."
She hugged herself against me more tightly as she murmured, "You poor, sweet, innocent darling!" She pulled my head down again for another long tongue kiss. Before she ended it, I was so hot I felt like I had to get out of some clothes. Actually I wasn't as hot as I thought, however; I discovered Heidi had turned up the big forced-air propane furnace they always left burning with the thermostat set just high enough to keep the plumbing from freezing. The furnace and the roaring fire in the fireplace and my heavy ski clothes had all combined with the heat that soul kiss had put into my blood to produce the feeling in me like I was running a high fever.
Heidi noticed the beads of sweat on my brow as our lips parted and instantly suggested, "Why don't we have a bath and freshen up?"
I didn't feel any need for freshening up, but I understood how difficult it seems for many humans just to pull their clothes off and get with it with a new sex partner. Most people, especially women, need some excuse for getting out of their clothes, at least the first time or two they're with someone new.
So I let her lead me to the luxurious bathroom which I knew from visits there with my parents boasted a king-size shower stall plus a king-size Roman bath set into the floor right in the center of the big room. As we stopped just inside the bathroom doorway, Heidi said, "It takes an awful long time to run that huge tub full of water." She glanced up at me with a hopeful look in her eyes. But I figured the longer she had to wait, the more passionate she'd be.
So I said, "Why don't we start the tub filling, then put some records on the stereo and dance some of those old-fashioned cheek-to-cheek kind of dances while the water's running?"
It was obvious that hadn't been exactly the response she'd hoped for, but with forced brightness Heidi exclaimed, "That's a great idea!"
"I'll go get some records on the stereo," I volunteered, "while you do whatever has to be done to start the tub filling."
She said, "I'll have to take my clothes off first and scrub it out a little."
Acting my part as an inexperienced male virgin, I said, "I'll go pick some-"
"Why don't you wait a minute?" Heidi interrupted. "I might need some help getting out of my clothes." She started pulling off her ski outfit.
Abruptly I said, "I'd better get something for us to drink. That I know how to do."
That brought a delighted little laugh out of Heidi, then she called after me, "There's some nice sweet wine under the bar. Be a dear and bring me a glass of that."
I struck my head back in through the doorway to ask, "Okay if I have a glass of it, too?"
Heidi laughed again, then exclaimed, "Of course, darling. You're grown up enough to do everything a man does. Help yourself."
Now that she'd committed herself to doing it, Heidi was obviously getting a terrific charge out of the idea of initiating me into the rites and mysteries of manhood. I had to suppress a chuckle of my own as I pulled my head out of the doorway and hurried back to the big front room and the well-stocked bar there.
Minutes later I returned to the bathroom carrying a tray containing two glasses and the bottle of wine. I found Heidi down in the Roman tub, rinsing it out. She was naked except for a big bath towel she'd tied around her waist. Her tits were bare, and a lovelier pair I'd never seen. She really was quite a dish.
I put the tray down on the edge of the tub and poured a glass of wine for her. She finished rinsing out the tub, stood up and turned toward me expectantly. I started to hand her the glass of wine, then froze, staring at her luscious tits. Actually, of course, I was only pretending just keeping up my act as the inexperienced virgin about to get seduced. Aunt Heidi didn't miss the entranced stare of my eyes. She straightened herself even more, making them thrust out from her chest proudly, her taut nipples looking saucy.
She seemed to have forgotten all about the glass of wine I extended to her, she was so busy enjoying the way I was staring. She murmured, "Do you like the way they look, darling?"
I gulped and did a damned good job, if I do say so myself, of making my voice sound like an excited croak as I nodded and gasped, "Beautiful!"
Of course that was no lie. Her tits were beautiful and I was more than somewhat excited. In fact, my cock was trying to tear its way through my ski pants and was so hard it ached.
She chuckled quietly, then asked, "Would you like to touch them?"
I gulped like I was about to strangle on my excitement, then nodded mutely.
She said, "My girls would love to have you kiss and suck them a little. Would you like to kiss and suck them?"
Again I just gulped kind of frantically and nodded.
"You're so sweet," she murmured in a sexy voice. "So very, very sweet."
Suddenly she seemed to see the glass of wine I was holding. She reached for it quickly and took it in one hand while her other hand flew up to catch my wrist. She walked over close to the edge of the tub, brought my hand to her tit and guided it in cupping itself around that lovely. Her merry eyes were fixed upon my face, drinking in my reactions, loving my look of startled amazement mingled with desperate longing.
I was playing my part to the damned hilt. I was letting her enjoy the role of the seductress, the huntress. And she was loving it, just as I'd figured she would. On the other hand, if I'd tried coming on strong with the big he-man bit, trying to be overpowering, she'd have screamed bloody murder and I'd never have gotten even halfway to first base, far less her muff-covered home plate.
Anyhow, it gave me a secret charge, knowing I'd managed to dope out just exactly the right combination to unlock Aunt Heidi's sweet treasure box. Still holding my hand cupped around her luscious tit, she raised the glass of wine in her other hand to her lips and sipped at it slowly, watching me over the rim of the glass.