The weather was nice as I drove up to New England. It had been a while since I had seen my stepsister and I had not seen her son since he was a toddler. Heck, I had never even seen her daughter, so this was to be a wonderful trip. My stepsister and I never really grew up together though we did spend a couple of years together after my father remarried. We did become fairly close and shared some time in our late teenage years. I dated a close friend of hers and we seemed to share a bond more like real siblings than stepsiblings. She had recently divorced, and she could really use the support of a close relative or companion. She had moved up north because of her husband’s family, but now that she was single again there was really no reason for the stay except keeping her kids in the same school. She worked full time and it was hard on her. She missed her old friends and family. I knew she was looking forward to this visit more than her words let on.

I arrived at the house and was greeted with open arms.

“Uncle Alan! Uncle Alan!” Ben came outside running. His sister Lynn was not far behind.

“How are you? I am so glad you made it up here,” my sister Mary said.

“You know I had to see the kids.” I added, “They look wonderful.”

“They heard so much about you, but they never really got the chance to get to know you,” she said.

“That will all change. I have two weeks up here and I intend on spending as much time with them as I can,” I said.

“Great. They will love that.”

I settled in and was shown my room. My sister did not have a large apartment. She did not have a lot after the break-up with her husband. She got by though. She worked full time and spent as much time as she could with the kids. I admired her tenacity. I wondered if I could do the same in her situation.

I was given the kids’ room because I was a guest. The kids were forced to sleep on the living room floor. They really did not seem to mind. They seemed so glad to see me I felt ashamed of what I had back home. It felt good to share this time with them. My time meant so much to them and cost me so little.

“Uncle Alan, can we go to the mall tomorrow?” Lynn asked.

“Why of course we can.” I said this without my sister’s approval but I couldn’t imagine her objecting.

That night we had a wonderful home-cooked dinner of spaghetti and meatballs and sat in the living room and watched a movie. The feeling of warmth and family was something I was not used to as a recently divorced man. I savored every moment. They enjoyed it as well. It was truly a win-win situation.

“The kids are so happy you are here,” my sister told me.

“I am so happy to be here.” I added, “You have no idea. Really.”

It was true. I was enjoying every minute.

“I want to take them toy shopping tomorrow. It is the least I can do for my niece and nephew,” I said.

“You don’t have to,” my sister protested.

“I know I don’t have to. I don’t have to do anything. I want to. You know me by now,” I stated.

“OK. They are all yours tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I slept well that night. The Massachusetts air did me good. Morning arrived and the kids had no qualms about waking me. They knew this was their day and they wanted to spend it with their Uncle Alan. I did my best to oblige.

“Hey kids, who wants to go to the toy store?” I asked.

“I do! I do!” Their joy was boundless. It was contagious as well.

After a good breakfast of bacon and eggs, I wished my sister well and I herded the kids into my car. It felt good. I had never had kids of my own as my ex-wife was infertile. So, I enjoyed every moment I got to spend with my nieces and nephews. We headed up the main highway to the local toy store. It was a chain store in a local strip mall. Judging by the kids’ reaction, it could have been Disneyland.

I parked the car and we headed inside. It was relatively empty, as it was still morning. I let the kids loose after arranging a meeting spot. It was a big store but not big enough that they were out of sight for long. I went over to the food counter and got myself a coffee and donut. With my energy source in hand, I proceeded to wander around the store wondering what I could possibly find in a toy store that would interest a 48-year-old man. As I walked back towards the front of the store I heard a voice.

“Your kids are cute,” a female voice said.

I turned around to see a rather attractive female sitting at a small desk behind a pile of books. She was a shapely brunette with big hair. I could not help but notice her big hair, sort of 80s style, but striking. She was probably about my age, maybe a bit younger and very sharply dressed. She had a poise and grace about her that commanded respect and her immaculate make-up and nails showed she was a woman who left no detail unattended. Her wild hair and intense brown eyes hinted at a wild side, though, and I was immediately taken under her spell.

“They are not my kids actually,” was my opening line. “They belong to my sister.”

“Oh, they are still cute,” she said.

I felt like telling her she is cute too, but I needed to do better than that. This girl was way too hot.

“I’m up here visiting and I have them for the morning, and you?”

“I’m here for a book signing. I write children’s books,” she said. “I’m here signing my latest about a kid who takes skating lessons.”

Oh My God. A children’s book author. Wow. A girl with looks to kill that also likes kids. My mind went blank for a moment as my blood flowed south.

“Must get a little boring this time of day.” That was the best I could do. Jeez, I thought.

“Oh, you get used to it,” she said. “How long are you in town?”

Oh, did she just ask what I thought she did? My mind started racing. I felt like handing the kids off to the first person I saw, but I knew better.

“I’m up here for two weeks. Staying at my sister’s.”

“I’m just here for three days,” she added.

“Hey, would you like to have dinner tonight?” Somehow the words just came out of my mouth.

“I would like that very much.”

“By the way, what is your name?” I asked.

“Terry,” she answered.

“I’m Alan.”

I was numb for a moment. A hot-looking girl, impeccably dressed, who writes children’s books. My mind was racing. I had to assume any girl who wrote children’s books had a certain child-like innocence about her. She probably didn’t take life too seriously. I would have to assume she had a sense of humor. That big hair and make-up told me she had a wild side just waiting to be unleashed. Was I the man who could unleash it? I had to find out. We exchanged numbers and we set a tentative time. I told her I would get back to her later after I got a recommendation for a good restaurant from my sister. Neither one of us was familiar with the area and we agreed this was the best idea.

When I got back to my sister’s later with the kids, my sister was a bit disappointed I would not be home for dinner. She understood, though, and wished me luck. Her and I always had an understanding for each other and she was glad for me. She recommended a nice cozy Italian restaurant in the area. I called Terry and she thought it sounded good. I was elated.

I got dressed as the time approached. I thought I looked sharp in a casual collared shirt and slacks. I said my good-byes to my sister and the kids.

The directions my sister gave me were good. I arrived at the restaurant and told the Maitre d’ I was waiting on another party.

Almost immediately Terry walked in. She looked absolutely stunning in her white dress. Her red lipstick and nails matched her high heels. I suddenly felt out of place with my relatively casual look but she was so stunning I really didn’t care. She came right up to me.

“Waiting long?” she asked.

“No, just waiting for you,” I answered.

We were seated at our table as the Maitre d’ handed us our menus. The wine steward came over and suggested a bottle of wine they were featuring that evening. That worked for us. After looking over the menus briefly, we decided to split an order of calamari as we sipped our wine. A bit later we ordered. She chose the veal piccata and I chose the red snapper special. After our food arrived and we had consumed a bit more wine, the conversation flowed a bit easier. I think we had both been slightly nervous at first, though there was no need to be.

“How long have you been writing children’s books?” I asked.

“Only in the last year,” she answered. “It was something I wanted to do for a long time but only got around to it recently. I never had any kids of my own but had always loved children. This has given me a chance to be around kids.”

‘Hmmm…’ I thought. That answered a couple of questions. I told her I had been divorced for the last three years. The conversation flowed progressively easier as we went through dinner. We ordered dessert but decided against coffee and instead hit a local jazz club we noticed a couple of doors down.

As we walked out the door and down the street to the club, the evening air felt good. We held hands and laughed as we told each other jokes. We arrived at the club in a few minutes. As we went inside the change of atmosphere was a bit of a shock. The jazz band was hot and the music loud. We were seated at a small table not far from the stage. There was a small dance floor in the middle where sharply dressed patrons were strutting their stuff. In a short time a waiter came by to take our drink order.

“Drinks?” he asked casually.

I ordered a scotch on the rocks and Terry ordered a frozen something or other. We commented on how hot the band was. They were really tight and the music was intense. Terry leaned over and whispered something in my ear.

“You know, I write children’s books but I really always wanted to write romance novels,” she whispered.

Wow. My mind started to race. This woman had a definite wild side. ‘A lady in the streets and a freak between the sheets’ is the phrase that came to my mind. My mind was racing. After a short while it was clear by her body language that Terry was into me. I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

In the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror. It was hot in the club so I ran cold water on my hands and slicked back my hair. I had an idea I had read about some time ago but never really tried. It is an old Italian trick. I stuck my hand down my pants and wiped the sweat from my balls. I then wiped it on the side of my neck. I returned to the main room.

“Want to dance?” I asked my date.

“Sure, I would love to.”

We got on the dance floor. The music pulsed with driving rhythm as we embraced. We swayed along with the rhythms as one. Terry nestled her nose against my neck as we slow danced, no doubt taking in the scent I had placed there earlier.

We returned to our table. We exchanged trivialities but it was obvious our feelings were getting as hot as the music pouring forth from the band. The music was hot and so were we. Terry’s leg was rubbing against mine as the upright bass pumped out its erotic rhythms. The notes from the guitar player’s fingers tickled my mind as I thought about tickling Terry. The drums pounded a rhythm in an erotic manner, mirroring my thoughts of pounding Terry.

Terry continued to rub my leg. I gazed into her eyes. She brushed my arm. We got up and walked towards the door. We were both in an alcohol and music fueled erotic state that could only lead to one conclusion.

When we got out the door we both became intoxicated by the cool air. We both laughed like children as we headed back towards the car. We held hands, swinging our arms in exaggerated motions and giggling all the way. It was fun. We were adults. We were entitled to every moment.

When we arrived at her car we were like kids. We giggled as she opened the car and suggested we put the top down.

“I rented a Miata,” she explained, “I wanted a red sports car while I was here.” No need to explain to me. We put the top down and started off.

“Where are we going?” I asked. It occurred to me I really didn’t know. I had just been following along.

“Back to my hotel,” she answered. “Any problem with that?”

“None that I can see.” I was being quite honest.

Terry was a bit tipsy but not drunk. You might say she was feeling good. She drove off at a fast pace but was quite in control as we entered the highway. The wind in our faces felt good. Terry’s hair blew wildly as we raced down the highway. It hit me in the face on occasion as we drove along. We were both having fun and we were in a red convertible driving down the highway at a fast clip. Terry would glance at me from time to time and smile. I would smile back. The Massachusetts air felt good in my face. Terry’s face looked beautiful. We both felt good.

We arrived at the hotel in short order. I was a bit windblown but feeling great. I had great expectations and there was no doubt in my mind that they would be fulfilled.

We parked the car and literally ran inside leaving the top down. We raced up the stairs to her floor, not even taking the time to wait for the elevator. We went to her door. As she fumbled for her card key, the maid rounded the corner carrying a tray of ice and bottles of water.

“Oh, can I take this from you?” I asked. I was very thirsty from the drinks and the wild ride over.

“Yes, you can.”

“Thank you.” We both giggled as we entered the room with me carrying the tray of water and ice. I put down the tray on the nightstand next to the bed. I started taking my shoes off as Terry started to run her fingers through my hair and down my neck. By the time I had my shoes off she was massaging my shoulders.

“You need to relax,” she said. I think she was right.

She leaned forward and kissed me intently. She giggled. She unzipped my pants with one hand as she stroked the back of my neck with the other. She then took both hands and unfastened my pants, revealing my massive erection. She smiled with a sinister grin. With one hand she reached over to the nightstand where I had placed the tray of ice and water. She took a sip of the water. She then took an ice cube and placed it in her mouth. She smiled and giggled. After a moment she spit the ice cube out and put it back into the bucket. She then proceeded to go down on my cock with her chilled lips. The sensations were extremely intense as the cold from her mouth met the heat of my blood-filled cock. I moaned in ecstasy as this girl expertly worked her perfect full lips up and down my hardened shaft. She tilted her head in a way that allowed her to go down all the way till her lovely red lips could go no further. She worked her throat muscles expertly as her tongue massaged the underside of my manhood in a way that sent me into another world, literally. I had completely lost touch with reality. The only reality I was aware of was an extraordinary intense sense of pleasure. For a moment the rest of the world did not exist. It did not take long for me to reach an incredible orgasm, shooting my cum what I believe would have been miles had Terry’s head not been there to capture every drop, as if her very life depended on it.

I was convinced it was my turn to return the favor. Terry was in a state of mind that only included joy. She giggled with every move. As I removed her clothing, her smiles and giggles became contagious. We ended up laughing in harmony, naked in each other’s arms. It was a moment I wished had endured.

We were so giddy we were like children. Not unexpected for a girl who writes children’s books. I stole quick kisses to her soft lips as we laughed. I quickly kissed my way down her neck, to her breasts and circled her navel with my tongue. As I made my way down, I stopped.

“Bless us oh Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to receive…” I mumbled with a smile.

“What are you doing, silly?” she asked.

“I’m a Catholic boy,” I explained. “I was taught to say Grace before I eat.”

“You stupid…” she said as she hit me with a pillow.

We both laughed for a moment and then I kissed her passionately. I gave her strong kisses all the way down her stomach and down towards her womanhood. I encircled her mound with my tongue, teasing her opening. I spread her legs and alternately kissed and licked her thighs, making my way back towards her womanhood. By now she was wet with desire. I could smell the change. I teased her outer lips with my tongue. I gradually increased my licking of her pussy until she burned with desire. I then thrust two of my fingers into her wet opening and started to massage her G-spot with harder and harder motions. I then teased her clit with my tongue. I curled my tongue and lapped her clit while my fingers massaged her forward vaginal wall in rhythm, her moans increasing in intensity with my every move. I finally started sucking on her button, which was by now quite erect, this sent her into a series of orgasms as I intently stroked her G-spot. I withdrew my fingers and licked them while she watched.

After cleaning my fingers, I started stroking her ears and gradually working my way down, teasing her neck and encircling her erect nipples with my fingertips. I kissed and sucked on her beautiful nipples as I worked my way down with my fingers. In no time she was ready for more. I picked her up literally by her hips and flipped her over, revealing her lovely bottom. I took my penis, which was once again hard, and stroked her ass crack, teasing her butthole. I massaged her ass cheeks with my palms, then, moving my hands up her back, I began to massage it. I went back down to her butt cheeks and massaging her cheeks and thighs brought her to frenzy. I now took my once again stiff penis and, stroking the tip through her vagina to wet it, suddenly thrust it into her opening in one smooth motion. Her sighs and sudden moans were intense as I suddenly started to thrust. First slowly then quickening, once I brought her to a certain level I started thrusting like a man on a mission. Literally like I wanted to hurt her. I was a man possessed. She was a woman possessed. My thrusting became animal like. Her moans became inhuman. Our sweat and body heat intermingled as we worked our way into a state of ecstasy. We exploded into a primal orgasm as her contractions threatened to lock us together. We writhed like two tortured spirits seeking to free themselves. Alas, we came together as one.

Afterwards we sat for a while and just held each other. We were both tired from the ordeal. We enjoyed the time we had together, but realized it was not necessarily meant to last for various reasons. We knew this. Some things are not meant to be forever but are only for the moment. It is these special moments that need to be savored and the memories kept fresh in our minds and our hearts. It is one of these special moments that Terry and I were privileged to have shared.

05-31-09.

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