Middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she frequently faints during the throes of passion.
While never mistaken for a perfect 10 with her large brown eyes, tucked behind oversized, Diana Prince-style eyeglass lenses, Angelina still cuts quite the desirable figure, with a fetching face always perfectly and tastefully made up, and a sleek and shapely body. Her short, black hair, speckled with gray, was cut in a chic, wedge/pixie-style, puffed and piled on the top and curled forward around the ears. Angelina's attractive physical traits, however, always paled in comparison to her overwhelming sex appeal. Using her vast store of feminine wiles, Angelina negotiates about her lovers' hearts, minds and bodies as deftly as she navigates the Dewey Decimal System, manipulating infatuated men for her monetary and personal gain.
High maintenance and even higher fashion, Angelina always models the latest designer threads -- oftentimes accentuated by any one of her dozen pairs of high-heeled dress boots. Her sophisticated look even extends to smoking accessories. The haughty diva wouldn't dream of smoking a cigarette if it wasn't filtered through her long, black holder. More of a cigarette holder sucker and stroker than a smoker, Angelina seductively works the black shaft with her mouth, tongue and fingers as if it was a penis proxy; the effect that playing with the long, stiff holder has on would-be lovers is like snake charming. Under the sexy siren's magic spell, they're entirely at her mercy; powerless to resist the temptation to pleasure her -- as if they really would.
Angelina spent her 20s and 30s as a fully-committed member of the sexual revolution of the 1960s and '70s -- bedding dozens upon dozens of men. Only when she reached age 40 did her love life settle down -- for her anyway -- when the lusty librarian entered into a long term, nearly exclusive, torrid affair with the principal at her school, Harry Seymour, an older man who fed her fetish for cigar-smoking lovers. After the forbidden relationship unceremoniously ended six years later, Angelina found herself alone at a time when many of her peers had long since settled down into blissful domestic life. A prolonged romantic dry spell followed, until a former student unexpectedly burst into her life.
Twenty-two year old Tom Bailey had been in lust with Angelina for years, drawn in classic fetish fashion to the sexy librarian's stylish, high-heeled boots, seductive smoking and even her pretentious and snobbish personality. Over time, his feelings -- like his fetishes -- for the femme fatale only grew stronger, until he could no longer keep them to himself. The pair had just launched an intense, physical relationship when Harry re-entered her life. Unable to decide between the two romantic suitors, Angelina proposed a date-off -- or "fuck-off" -- as Tom bitterly described the arrangement.
Now, with her love life once again in full bloom, the amorous woman was in sex heaven -- reliving her youth, when men practically lined up around the block to date her. Preying on the men's sexual addiction to her, Angelina gleefully bounced between their beds for nearly a month, until Tom finally prevailed.
The love triangle finally broken, Angelina and Tom were finally free to embark on a committed, loving relationship. But the couple's path to long-term romantic harmony was lined with a phalanx of challenges -- not the least of which was familial. During their first fortnight together, Tom met Angelina's family -- and had been unnerved by her brutish and overprotective brother-in-law.
It was a couple months into their relationship before Tom worked up the nerve to introduce Angelina to his folks. The encounter set off a tremor that was bound to trigger aftershocks along the fault line of their courtship. The meeting with what turned out to be an old work adversary so unnerved Tom's mother, in fact, that she subsequently resumed a long dormant smoking habit.
That introduction went poorly enough, but how would Tom's college friends react to seeing him with a much older woman? What would be their impression of her? What would he see in her? Sure Angelina was attractive enough -- but she was an attractive older woman. Why would young Tom be interested in a 50 year old, when there were plenty of lovely ladies his own age available? And when they got a whiff of her pompous and bitchy personality, they'd really question what was in this relationship for Tom, and the age difference would be even more pronounced. The very real possibility existed that they'd disapprove of this affair, judging Tom a weirdo and mere boy toy to Angelina's dirty old woman.
Private by nature -- and especially embarrassed to confide in anyone about his smoking and boot fetishes -- how could Tom possibly explain to them that Angelina embodied all that he found physically alluring in a woman? How every time he saw the bitchy diva smoking from a cigarette holder or strutting about in a pair of delicious, high-heeled, knee-high leather boots it made his dick dance and pulsate with delight. Or that when he and this MILF-before-the-term-was-coined made love it brought him to heights of pleasure he never dreamed possible.
Finally after a year of "dating," the two became engaged. Six months later the improbably couple married. Still, their future seemed as romantically dysfunctional and clouded as their present. In part due to questions surrounding whether or not Angelina was capable of curbing her sexual enthusiasm.
For even while dating her confessed greatest lover, Harry, Angelina engaged in several dalliances with other men. Would the mere presence of a wedding ring on her finger be enough to stop a lifetime of promiscuity. It certainly didn't deter her at her bachelorette party. Certainly if she were to sustain a long and healthy marriage, such party-girl misbehavior would not be permissible. At long last, can this cougar finally change her stripes and commit to a monogamous relationship with someone, ideally, her young husband, Tom?
In the meantime, with Tom free to indulge in his lifelong fixation for women who smoked and wore high-heeled fashion boots, and Angelina able to satisfy her lust for sexual partners who smoked cigars, the May-December couple enjoyed a marriage made in fetish heaven.
September 1-3, 1989
September 1
"Hey, Aunt Ang. My mom said you wanted to see me when I got home from work?" Tony asked.
"Come in, daaarhhling!" the woman in the indigo-colored bikini called out from the chaise lounge she was reclining on at poolside, some 20 feet away.
Tony undid the latch on the gate to his aunt's backyard and walked over to Angelina, who placed a can of Tab on the table next to her and rose to her feet to greet him.
The pair exchanged a quick but warm kiss on the lips -- their stint in the roles of a romantic couple the past month in the local community theatre production of "Breakfast at Tiffany's" having broken down the normally accepted intimacy barriers that usually stand between an aunt and her adult nephew.
The lovestruck Tony initiated the daring new greeting sometime during the play's run and Angelina -- her defenses perhaps worn down by the repeated makeout scenes she had to engage in with her nephew on stage -- willingly obliged. Maybe she also went along with it because Angelina always fancied herself a free-spirited, free love (as evidenced by the vast number of sexual partners she'd accumulated over her romantic life), bohemian Auntie Mame type anyway. Whatever the reason, Tony was glad she did. Between acting as lovers in the play and being able to kiss her freely off stage, Tony had apparently found a socially acceptable loophole that allowed him to express the lust he felt for his aunt. He only considered it a minor inconvenience that now when he knew he'd be in his aunt's captivating presence, that he'd have to prepare ahead of time for the encounter by pinning his dick to his waist with a belt hidden under his clothing to prevent popping an embarrassing boner.
In their family, only Rocco, Tony's father, raised his bushy eyebrow when nephew and aunt graduated from pecks on the cheek to full-on lip contact, as benign as those kisses were -- at least to Angelina. There was no ignoring, though, that Angelina and Tony were growing closer. So much, in fact, that Tony, not the ever-dutiful Tom, had assumed the role of lighter of Angelina's cigarette holder when they gathered for their weekly Sunday dinners.
If the two weren't lovers (much to Tony's chagrin) in real life from their shared experience as play co-stars, they were certainly more than aunt and nephew; they were becoming fast friends. Angelina and Tony smiled easily in each other's company, sat together at dinner and exchanged inside jokes from their time in the production.
"Thank you for coming, darrhhling," Angelina said with a smile. "I have a huge favor to ask. I know it's late notice and you had plans to go with the rest of the family down to the Jersey Shore this weekend, but would you mind being my escort tomorrow?"
"Escort?" Tony asked, somewhat dumbfounded.
"Yes, darrhhling. As in my date."
The unexpected request hit Tony right between the eyes. A date?! he wondered, too tongue-tied to reply.
"I'd feel better if you went with her," came a voice from the water.
Tom scaled the ladder on the deep end of the in-ground pool and walked over to the pair.
"Angelina's supposed to go to a wedding but I'd already made plans to go on a weekend camping trip tomorrow with my friend, so would you mind taking her, Tone?" Tom said. "Ya know... keep her company -- and more importantly keep men from hitting on her."
"He's soooo jealous," Angelina said, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance, before raising her long black cigarette holder to her lips and taking a pull.
"Can you blame me? You're a hot woman!"
Tom wrapped his arm around her bare waist.
"Stop it, Thomas...ohhh, you're all wet," Angelina said with genuine annoyance, shuddering from the cold as she broke from the embrace and reflexively stepped to within inches of her nephew, invading the young man's personal space -- not that he minded, of course. "My assistant's daughter is getting married tomorrow in Garwood. Anthony, darrhhling, will you be a dear and take me to the wedding?"
Tony felt his dick move in excitement from the coy and flirtatious way his aunt posed the question.
