Winter Escapades in Musoa

This can never happen again.

My words. I meant them. And I couldn't even hold out for 12 hours.

Katie had walked into the house just seconds after Jeff had left me in the mud room. Any earlier, and she would have walked in on her son two fingers deep in my pussy and my hands around his cock. Thankfully, she didn't notice anything odd about my flushed cheeks and messed-up hair. All that could be blamed on the snowmobile ride, and not the intense erotic encounter Jeff and I just had.

I gave a silent sigh of relief and helped Katie carry bags of groceries to the kitchen.

"What a day!" she was saying. "The buyers were a young couple who couldn't agree on anything. They wanted quaint and cottagey, but also with a gourmet kitchen and a finished basement, for less than a million. In Muskoka! Dream on."

The afternoon sun was streaming in from the west, lighting up the view across the lake with pale yellow highlights and long blue shadows. I tried to help put things away but Katie shooed me out of her space. I took a seat at the massive marble island. A glass of wine appeared at my fingertips.

My heart rate had come down a bit, but I could still feel the imprint of Jeff's lips, his fingers. His dark eyes, staring down at me with that hunger -- hunger that I had matched. His hands in my hair, on my body.

Katie poured herself a glass of wine. "Where's Jeff hiding now?" she asked, interrupting my reverie.

"Uh, not sure. We got back just before you came in, and he kind of disappeared."

She sighed. "That boy," she said, shaking her head. "I swear, I never know what he's up to, even though he's living here. You probably saw more of him today than I have the whole week!"

No doubt

, I thought. I still couldn't believe how quickly that had escalated. True, things had been erotically charged between the two of us all day. But at what point did it all shift? When did he stop seeing me as his mom's friend from the city? A woman nearly twice his age? Maybe, like me, he hadn't been thinking at all -- he had just let a fantasy take over.

I felt confused, but still humming with a raw need that he had awakened in me. I shook my head to clear it, refocusing my attention on Katie. I was here to spend time with her, after all. I would mull over what had happened with Jeff later, when I was alone.

The last time I had seen Katie had been almost a year ago, back in the city, so we had plenty to catch up on. She was busy, social, and connected, and shared stories of glamourous events and high-profile clients. I talked about what was going on with my work life -- I'm head of marketing for a consulting firm -- as well as with my personal life. Just as I was about to tell Katie about a trip that my boyfriend Sacha and I had taken recently, Jeff walked into the kitchen.

He looked every inch the normal guy in his mid-20s. He greeted his mom, grabbed a plate, and filled up with an enormous helping of dinner. He gave me a brief, "Hi Aunt Nika," before popping a bun in his mouth and ducking back out again.

Katie and I exchanged glances. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Nika, he's not normally so rude. He could have at least sat down with us."

"It's okay. We talked earlier." Honestly, I was thankful not to have to be in the same room with Jeff, much less sit and attempt to have innocent dinner-table conversation with him in front of his mother. It was hard enough knowing he was somewhere in the house. But calling me "Aunt Nika" after he'd just had his tongue down my throat? Cheeky.

"He's had a lot on his mind recently, with his business taking off like it has. I'm so proud of him! But he works too hard. Plus, now he's renovating his own place -- a cabin that he got for cheap on the other side of the lake."

"Is that why he's living here?" I asked.

"Exactly. Not that I'm complaining. I love having him around. Even if he spends too much of his down time playing video games. And his appetite is going to bankrupt me." She shrugged in a what-can-you-do manner, and gave me a smile. "Anyway, I'm sure we'll be able to drag him out of his room at some point this week. In the meantime, let's leave the dishes for him, and you and I can go relax. I want to hear more about how things are with Sacha."

***

Later, I carried our wine glasses back to the kitchen, yawning. Katie had gone to bed already, and I was on my way too. It had been a long day, with some wild swings. I needed a good sleep. Hopefully, things would feel more stable in the morning.

"Nika," said a low voice from the doorway. I jumped, but of course it was Jeff, the very person who was making me feel so off-kilter. He must have been waiting until his mom went to bed before coming to find me.

I wasn't sure I'd be able to resist him if he kissed me again.

He came closer but stopped on the other side of the kitchen island, which served as a barrier between us. I needed all the help I could get. It wasn't fair that someone should look so appealingly sexy in just a t-shirt and sweatpants. I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off.

"I wanted to apologize," he said quietly. "I shouldn't have jumped on you like that."

Well, that was unexpected. But at least one of us was being a responsible, respectful adult. I felt a twinge of disappointment that I tried to ignore.

"I didn't exactly try to stop you," I said. "We both got carried away. I'm sorry too. Let's chalk it up to being alone together too much, and try to forget it happened, okay?"

With a few steps, he was on my side of the island, standing far too close. I could smell his warmth. "I'm not going to forget about it. There's this...connection we have. Like I know you. I've known you most of my life. But now, it feels different. I can't stop thinking about you, wanting you."

I didn't know what to say, I gulped, half wishing he would walk away, half wishing he would touch me. His voice was undermining all the things I had told myself about never letting anything happen between us again.

"I think we both had a weak moment," I said, putting my hands up to stop him from getting any closer. "Let's just not put ourselves in the same position again. Like right now. I should go to bed." I was saying all the right things, being smart. I didn't move though. I leaned back against the island and kept my eyes away from his.

"Tell me you don't feel it too."

Damn

. I shook my head, still not meeting his gaze. He moved closer, daring me to say no. He traced his long fingers up my arm, along my collarbone, my throat. I shivered, feeling an immediate pull.

"I want you, Nika. Tell me you don't want me, and I'll walk away right now." He was dangerously close. I squeezed my eyes shut, resisting as his fingers lifted my chin.

"Jeff, please," I groaned, shaking my head.

"Please yes, or please no?" His breath was warm on my cheek.

Oh god

, I thought. I knew I had to pull myself away from him. Away from his voice and the magnetic effect he had on me.

We can't, we can't, we can't

, I thought, trying to convince myself.

But another thought,

I want to

, was getting louder.

In a hundred ways, I could have -- and should have -- said no. But I angled my face up towards his, finally meeting his eyes. "Please...yes," I whispered.

My yes was barely out of my mouth before he kissed me. This kiss was slow, gentle. It didn't have the same urgency as earlier in the mud room, but the sensual way his lips moved over mine made me literally weak in the knees. There was no rush this time. We were back where it all began -- in the kitchen, in the quiet dim space inhabited only by us, outside of time.

Jeff was in no hurry. He swept my hair away from my neck so he could trail his mouth along the tendons there. I let my arms reach up to grip his shoulders. Every touch was a slow, sensual build-up to the next. Gone were the thoughts that had told me to stay away from him, that he was so much younger than me. Now, the thoughts were replaced with pure pleasure.

His hands were warm this time as they made their way under my shirt to fully cup my breasts. The roughness of his fingers danced over my softness, sending waves across my body. Can all electricians do these things with their fingers? Maybe that's why I felt so many tingles.

Jeff placed both his hands under my ass and hoisted me up so I was sitting on the island. It was the perfect height for him to bare my breasts completely. And thank god I was sitting, because he took one hard nipple into his mouth, showing me that his lips and tongue were just as skilled as his fingers. Again, that electricity coursed through me, sending little jolts into my belly, and lower. I gasped and ran my hands up his neck, ruffling his short hair. Now that he had started, I never wanted him to stop.

But he did stop. Taking his mouth off my breasts, he kissed me and whispered, "Lie back for me. I have to taste you."

The cold marble of the island against my back gave me goosebumps, or maybe it was Jeff's lips, kissing down to the waistband of my lounge pants. Another cottage rule is that loose, flowy clothes are expected, and no underwear is required, so Jeff had no trouble accessing my now wet and needy cunt.

You don't really expect that younger guys will have the oral know-how of, say, a man like Sacha. Men who've lived whole lives building a repertoire of licks and nibbles, who use anticipation and focus and breath and soft words to make a woman's pussy sing. That wasn't what I got from Jeff. He wasn't showing off technique -- he just wanted to feast on me. He devoured my wetness, running the flat of his tongue up and down, giving my clit open-mouthed kisses, curling his fingers deep inside me. I had both my feet on his shoulders, and had to cover my mouth with one hand so my squeals didn't wake Katie.

With one hand on my belly, Jeff pushed against my writhing body and consumed me. My orgasm began somewhere deep and radiated wetly against Jeff's relentless mouth. By the time the waves had subsided, his tongue had moved on to light licks of my now-tender clit, each one summoning an after-shock.

He stood up, one hand still resting on my mound. His face shone in the dim light with my juices and his sweat. I wondered if this was how he looked after a long hockey game where he scored the winning goal. He helped me sit up and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips. I couldn't formulate the words to say how incredible that had been, so I let my kisses speak for me.

He was still wearing all his clothes, while mine had fallen...somewhere? I would have to find them. Not to mention wipe down the island.

But first, there was Jeff's cock, tenting his sweatpants. Dining on me didn't seem to have dulled his hunger one bit. I sank to my knees in front of him, releasing him as I went down. I wanted to -- no, needed to -- get my mouth on him. I looked up at him, both my hands circling his shaft. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded.

If there's one thing I can't resist, it's sucking a beautiful, thick cock. I like to take my time, but I followed Jeff's lead and didn't bother teasing him with little licks or my soft fingers. I took the full length of him into my mouth as far as I could -- not quite a deep throat moment, but it was close. He sucked in his breath and held my head in place for a few seconds. Then he gathered up my hair in his hands, using it to gently direct the pace and depth. A few long strokes, a few more, and he stopped me again.

I looked up at him. Without breaking eye contact, I pushed back against his hands and set my own rhythm. Taking him in deep, letting him slide out, never removing my lips from his hard length. His thighs were shaking under my palms. With one hand, I circled my fingers around the base of his cock and gave his balls a little tug with the other. He groaned and started fucking my mouth faster, while I held on as best I could.

It was maybe a minute later -- but who knows, I had lost track of time, and my entire universe consisted of sucking Jeff's cock -- that his hands stilled on the back of my head. With a groan, he erupted in my mouth, releasing what felt like an obscene amount of cum. I kept my lips around him until his groans and pulsing stopped. Only then did I break away. He lowered himself beside me onto the floor, letting his forehead rest on mine as his breathing slowed.

"Aunt Nika," he said with a shudder. He kissed me slowly and wrapped me in close. The sweat was cooling on our bodies, but we stayed huddled there for a few moments. I didn't want to move. Moving meant picking up my clothes, cleaning up any trace of our encounter, and returning to the guest bedroom where I would be alone with my thoughts.

I didn't want to think about Katie sleeping unknowingly through the night, while I started something with Jeff that I couldn't undo. I didn't want to think about the fact that he had called me Aunt Nika. I didn't want to think about what Jeff and I would say to each other over coffee in the morning. I didn't want to think about what Katie would say if she knew what we had done.

But I also knew, without thinking about it, that I wanted to do it again.

More winter adventures to come...