Chapter 7: Amanda Winslow

It was a week-and-a-half later that Cullie returned to the Desmond. According to June, she and Janet had spoken to the third member of the bridge club, his aunt, Amanda Winslow, and she would be waiting for him in the Mr. D’s restaurant. “Is she expecting me?” he asked. If this went bad, his aunt would undoubtedly be calling his mother.

“She is expecting you, but not you. We simply promised that you were young, good looking, and studly.”

“Studly?”

“Studly! We guaranteed you would be able to satisfy her carnal needs in full.”

“You guaranteed me?”

“Double your money back. Or maybe double your orgasms back. Anyway, she’ll be at the bar in the Desmond at four on Friday afternoon and will have a room for the weekend. Pack a bag and dress nicely.”

At three-thirty, Cullie left his apartment carrying a small suitcase of his own which he tossed in the back seat. If everything went well, at some point he could simply go out to the car and bring it in. He got to the Desmond a few minutes early and waited before going inside. He went directly to the bar in the restaurant and looked around for his aunt.

Amanda was sitting at the bar and her eyes popped open when she saw who was coming in. Her mouth was moving but no sounds were coming out. Cullie grinned as he walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Amanda, you look spectacular!” His aunt was the largest of the four members of the bridge club; at five-seven she was of average height but was a bit heavier and fuller bodied. She was wearing an off-shoulder floral print dress that flowed around her. It was knee-length and Cullie could see that she was wearing nylons and high-heeled sandals.

Amanda exclaimed, “Cullie Doyle! I should have known it would be you! Oh my God! I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out who June and Janet had in common!”

Cullie laughed. “They surprised you.”

“Good God, yes! I mean, June works in the Registrar’s Office and Janet works in the Bookstore! Where’s the overlap? How would they meet the same guy? I never considered looking closer to home. So to speak, anyway.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, surprising Amanda for a moment. Then she sighed and returned the kiss with some tongue. “Disappointed?” he asked.

“Just surprised. I might not have gone along with it if I had known it would be my nephew, but I’m not disappointed. They told me that Mister Mysterious would be young, good looking, tall and buff, and very, very studly. They kept emphasizing the studly part.”

Cullie gave a wry grin at that. “I’m not sure if that’s something real or measurable.”

Amanda surprised him by subtly running a hand across the front of his slacks. Cullie gulped when she ran a finger the length of his erection before pulling away. “I am pretty sure it can be measured.”

“You get us thrown out of here we won’t have a room,” he said.

“I’m not worried. Do you like my dress?”

“Like I said, you look spectacular!”

She licked her lips and said, “Both June and Janet told me to make sure I came commando. I wouldn’t want any delay once we hit the room.”

Cullie smiled. He laid a hand on her knee and felt the smoothness of the nylon. “So, you aren’t wearing pantyhose?”

She leaned in, giving him a glimpse down the front of her dress. No bra was seen, just delicious cleavage and a jiggle of her large breasts. She whispered and said, “Find out for yourself.”

Cullie positioned himself so that nobody else in the room could see as he slowly slipped his hand under the loose hem. Amanda helped by spreading her legs slightly. Cullie’s fingers kept moving up her leg, first lingering on the lace tops of her nylons, then caressing the warm flesh of her thighs, and only stopping when her reached the moist warmth of the cleft at the top. Amanda sighed happily as he slipped a finger into her slit and diddled her clit for a moment.

Cullie only stopped when the bartender approached. “Can I get you anything, sir?”

“I’ll have what the lady is having, and get her another, please.”

“Yes, sir.” He looked at Amanda and asked, “Whiskey sour, right?”

“Please.” The bartender moved down the bar to make the drink and Amanda whispered to Cullie. “That felt wonderful, darling. I wish you didn’t have to stop.”

“Later, I’ll do that with my tongue.”

Amanda shivered and smiled. “I’m counting on it. I can’t believe those two tricked me like this. I will get them back somehow.”

“If you’re here this weekend, where are Kenny and Jack?” he asked. Kenny and Jack were Kenneth Junior and John Winslow, his twelve- and eleven-year-old cousins.

“They’re with their father for the weekend. As long as I’m back at the house by noon Sunday, we’ll be good.”

Cullie nodded in understanding. “And we won’t be meeting at your place, I am guessing.”

Amanda shook her head. “That’s not really an option. Something happens, they need to come home early or whatever, we don’t need them seeing that.”

The bartender brought their drinks around and moved off. Cullie clinked his glass against Amanda’s and then slipped his hand back down to her knee. Amanda sighed happily and spread her knees apart again. Cullie slipped his fingers under her dress a second time.

“Does Uncle Ken know you’re seeing somebody this weekend?”

Amanda shrugged, though she smiled as Cullie’s fingers did their magic under her dress. “He knows I am seeing somebody, though not who. I didn’t want to complicate things.” She smiled and said, “If he saw you here, he’d be jealous ... of me.”

It took Cullie a few seconds to sort that out, long enough for his fingers to stop moving. “Are you telling me that Uncle Ken is...”

Amanda nodded and gave him a wry smile. “It seems that when we got married Ken was working through his sexuality. When he finally figured it out a few years ago, I asked for a divorce. Talk about feeling inadequate! Wait until your husband tells you he prefers a guy to you! Think that’s a bit of a gut punch?”

“Oh, shit!”

“‘Oh, shit!’ is right. That’s why he lives in Rensselaer. I told him I wouldn’t make any waves if he moved far enough away the boys wouldn’t accidentally walk in on him and any special friends. That and good child support. He’s a good father, Cullie.”

“The boys are going to figure it out soon enough.”

Amanda shrugged. “I know that. Cullie, I’m just making this up as I go along. I know the boys are going to learn about their father someday, but that doesn’t mean it has to be now. Give them some time to grow up first.”

“So, this weekend?” he asked.

“Kevin has his own apartment. He moves out whenever the boys come over.”

“Life can be complicated,” commented Cullie.

“Very. Now, diddle my clit and get me off while we finish our drinks, and then we can go to the room and commit unspeakable acts of lust and deviancy. Afterwards, we can come back down and have dinner.”

“I like that idea.” Cullie began moving his fingertips more deliberately, and Amanda’s knuckles whitened as she grasped the bar top. A couple of minutes later she shivered and sighed. Cullie removed his hand, and they finished their drinks.

Amanda slipped off the barstool, jiggling her tits enticingly. She took his hand and pulled him along. “Did you pack a bag?”

“It’s out in my car.”

“Go get it. I’ll wait for you.” Cullie nodded and went out to the parking lot. He returned carrying his bag and found her waiting in the lobby. She took his hand and led the way to the elevators. “Third floor,” she told him. Cullie hit the button and watched as Amanda opened her purse and removed a key card. She led him down the hallway and let them into a small suite.

Cullie looked around. He dropped his bag on the floor near the closet and looked around. “Very nice,” he said.

“Mmmm ... Cullie, I am so glad it was you. You make me feel so wicked!” she said. Amanda pulled him over to the couch and pushed him down. She sat down on his lap and put her arms around his neck. She began kissing him and Cullie returned the kisses.

Cullie reached around and found the zipper down the back of her dress. He one-handed the zipper as the other hand went under her dress. Now, away from the public setting of the bar, Amanda spread her legs wide. She whimpered as he fingerfucked her vigorously while her dress slipped down, exposing her tits. Cullie licked down her throat and began sucking her nipples. “You are so beautiful!” he told her.

“Oh, Cullie! Cullie!” Amanda gasped as an orgasm swept through her, and Cullie didn’t let up. He continued rubbing her clit and sucking her nipples through a second orgasm.