A week or so after the party, I was helping Tye pack his suitcase for a trip into the City. His manuscript had already been sent by email, and he had his back-up copies (on disk) with him as well. The airport shuttle was on its way, and I was just devastated. He was gonna be gone 3-4 days, maybe as much as 5 days, and what was I gonna do while he was away.
It didn't help that we were 'necking' on the couch, hands busy on each other, both of us kinda dribbling on each other. While he had on his traveling clothes, all little Miss Anything wore was a tube style sunsuit with loose yarn arm straps...and a black thong string bikini-tye pair of barely-there panties. Lots of ways to get into that, mostly from the loose, flowing bottom.
Then, as the shuttle stopped in the driveway, he dropped his bomb. He announced with a wicked grin, "You remember that black-haired witch at the party? The one that brought those two guys back from the dead. Well, she's my new editor, I found out today. We'll have to work pretty closely in her office."
Tye closed my open mouth with his hand.
He continued, so innocently, "I'll let you know what hotel I'm at when I get there, Chaz." He shouldered his bags, stepped into the shuttle, and called out the window, "don't do anything I wouldn't do."
I went back inside the house, in a daze. Then sitting back on the couch, the negative fantasies started. Just like the ones that preceded the party. "Oooohh! That, that...man! I just knew what he was gonnna do. His new editor would arrange to have him picked up at the airport. Probably, she'd arrange for him to go to his hotel first, to freshen up. And then she'd call, to arrange to meet him there, just to give them more space to work on the book and the stories."
My hands began to stroke my own thighs, my own belly, just as if I had a lover there, now, fueling the fires of jealousy. "How dare he meet with another woman, when I wasn't there to watch him. She'll be there at the hotel first, and she'll have some wine ready. Those two will be so cool--at first--spreading out the papers and turning on their portable computers. But she'll sit down beside him, leaning over to point to this or that sentence. Her leg will press up against hers, and he'll feel the press of her boob flesh on his arm. Uh, huh, that's how I'd do it, wouldn't I?"
My own hands were stroking faster now, and straying up to caress my own hair, my own face. That bitch, If I knew what to do with a man, she'd sure figure it out, an' he's not gonna fuck someone else while I'm not there to watch.
"An' then she'll catch his eye, just like I know how to, and deliberately slip open a couple of buttons on her business suit blouse. And Tye'll kiss her, and slide his tongue into her, an' she'll moan, like I do, and pull her blouse open, and let the whole top fall back an' be nude to the waist..."
I was moaning, and feeling myself, legs thrashing around on the sofa, while I imagined the awful scene coming next.
"An then she'll sit back in her chair, and pull her wool skirt up around her hips. She'll have on stockings and no panties. She hike up each leg over the low arms of the room's chair. Then she'll smile, and crook her little finger. Tye'll drop his pants, and he'll stick out HUGE! Then he'll start to dribble pre-come, and she'll ooze cunt juice, an' show it to him. An' he'll come over to her, and touch the tip of his PENIS to her cunt lips, and she'll crook her finger at him, smile wickedly, and say,..."
"Hi, Chaz, I want you to meet my nephew, Jim!"
I snapped my eyes open. There stood Kathy, in top and cut- offs, along with a kid. A teen. I snapped my legs together, pulled down the sun-suit, lost balance, and fell tail-over-teacup in a heap on the floor. It took forever to get me up and back on the couch.
At least Jim, the teen, was normal. He was all eyes and open mouth, looking at my legs and down my front (and down Kathy's; didn't she ever wear normal, non-revealing things?). Then we got him settled on the couch, and went to the kitchen to scrounge up some food.
While there, Kathy poured out her tale. Seems that this young person was trying to get over some "involvement" with a girl his own age. TO hear Kathy say it, though, this girl was 17 going on 38! Regarded Jim as a handy "money-pump". Anyway, the parents were worried, so they decided to "change his social environment" and so, roped Kathy into watching over him for the next week.
"But, Chaz, come on, I wanna go 'shopping', if you know what I mean. An' I've got a date with a couple of the guys next door. I wondered if you'd just, well, sort of..."
Sighing, I continued, "...Sorta, kinda watch over him, while you go out and have fun, while my husband is partying it up in the City. Sure! But you'll owe me. So let's get him fed, and you out of here."
Kathy left with almost indecent speed. But I made her adjust her top and her cut-offs in the downstairs powder room, with the door open just enough for Jim to see her arrange her own tits and butt for maximum exposure, before I'd let her out the door. Oh, that widened his eyes some. He'd never see his aunt Kathy in quite the same way again.
So Jim and I ate and talked small talk, and I mostly listened, and eventually he got quiet, just before he started to talk about girl problems. There's some advantage to being an "older" woman, besides the usual "tell/yell/swell/grateful as hell" stuff. We've been through it before. So, I carefully curled myself up on the couch, put my head on his lap, and got to be friends with him, in my special way.
"What way's that, Chaz?"
"Sounds like you need a woman to talk to, one that isn't a girl any more, but one that isn't a relative either."
