Recap:
After several years apart I'd gone to visit a lady I liked to call Auntie. She was a few years older than me and I'd got to know her when we worked at the same company when I was a teenager. I'd always wanted to fuck her, but never had the courage to ask her out. Now, as a young adult, I'd gone to stay with her for a few days and after a nervous start I'd convinced her the age gap between us was irrelevant, we'd started to get intimate, and eventually fucked each others' brains out. Everything was going well until a telephone call from my company dragged me back to London. I arranged for Auntie to come to London to an awards dinner, and booked us into her favourite hotel. The dinner didn't go as well as I'd hoped, in fact for me it had been a disaster - but that was all in the last chapter. . .
The following morning...
I woke early, kissed Auntie gently on the cheek then got up, showered and dressed as I had an early meeting with my boss. Nicole watched sleepily from the bed, squinting as I drew back the curtains letting the morning sunshine into the room.
Leaning over I slid my hand under the covers, cupping her breast and caressing her nipple as I kissed her softly on the lips.
"What have you got planned for the day? I should be finished by late afternoon, so you've got plenty of time to shop, or have you something else in mind?"
"I'm meeting a girlfriend for lunch, I haven't seen her for a couple of years so we've got a lot to catch up on."
"OK, have a good time. When you're ready to check out leave your bag at reception, I'll send somebody over later to pick it up. I'll keep it in the office with mine, it'll make it easier when we're ready to leave. I'll book a table for us at a favourite restaurant of mine before we get the train back to yours later tonight.
The meeting with my boss took a turn I hadn't expected and we talked for a long time before I went back to my office. I spent the rest of the day tying up several loose ends so that I could spend a few days with Auntie.
At 6 pm reception called me to say she'd arrived, I told them to send her up to my office. I heard the lift arrive on my floor and soon she walked through the door, several bags in her hand.
"Hello darling, looks like you've had a good day." Walking round my desk I kissed her gently on the lips.
"Not bad, I picked up a few things that caught my eye, but lunch with Gemma was great, it was so good to catch up after so long.
"I've reserved a table for 7 pm so we can take our time, but still be able to catch a late train back to your place."
"Better get my glad rags on then. Where's my case?"
"In the closet in the corner, what are you going to wear?"
"Well that's for me to know - and you to guess," she smiled.
"Well my mind is running wild, I hope you're not going to disappoint me. Get your case, I'll lock the door while you get changed."
"Oh no, I keep my secrets until I'm ready to reveal them, I'll use the ladies . . ."
She walked out of the office as I marvelled at her ability to drive me mad with anticipation.
Hanging up my own suit I changed into smart casual clothes and waited for her to return.
When she arrived, I sat back in my chair speechless, she was wearing a fitted red dress, a wide black belt around her waist, and black, sheer, fully fashioned stockings with black suede sling-back high-heeled shoes.
"Mmmm, come over here and sit on my knee Auntie, pretend you're my secretary and I need you to take some dictation."
"Well, I'd be very surprised if any of your staff came to work dressed like this - and have we really slipped through a time warp into the '50s? When was the last time anybody ever took DICTATION?"
"OK, just a fantasy, you could have played along," I laughed.
She perched on my desk in front of me, crossed her legs, and smiled: " So, what is it you'd like me to take down, sir?"
Leaning forward I ran my hand over her knee, shivering at the soft silky feel of her stockings as I slipped my fingers under her dress, stroking her thighs and suspenders.
"Well how about your panties? I'd like you to take those down."
"I bet you would, but come on, you said we've got an early reservation. You're going to have to keep your ambitions in your trousers until later."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Auntie shot off my desk and sprang for the visitor chair, quickly smoothing her dress and trying to look relaxed.
"Come in," I croaked. The door swung open and a colleague of mine stuck his head round: "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor Simon, I just wanted to say congratulations . . ."
"Thank you, Alan, er, I didn't know news had got around already, I was keeping it quiet for the time being . . ."
"Ah, sorry again, seems I've jumped the gun a bit. Anyway, I'll leave you alone, speak, to you later."
As he left, closing the door behind him, Auntie looked at me quizzically: "So what's happened that congratulations are in order?"
"I was going to tell you all about it later, come on, let's go to the restaurant and I'll reveal all.
With a very uncomfortable bulge in my trousers, I held her coat while she slipped it onto her shoulders, and we left.
Arriving at the restaurant our coats were taken and we were seated at a table near the window. I ordered gin and tonics while we browsed the menu, and then, once we'd ordered I took her hand and looked into her eyes.
"Well, the meeting with my boss went on a lot longer than I'd planned because he had a bit of a bombshell to drop on me."
She immediately looked alarmed: "Oh, Simon what's happened?"
"No, no, it's nothing bad, in fact at another time it would be stupendous. Apparently, he was OK with me resuming my holiday, as long as it wasn't longer than a couple of days because he wants me to take over our equivalent department in the New York office.
"Oh, Simon, that's wonderful. Congratulations."
"Yes, well I wasn't expecting it and as I said, some other time I'd jump at the offer, but . . ."
"But what? This is an opportunity of a lifetime, you can't turn it down."
"I know, but what about us?"
"What do you mean - us?"
"Well, since I came up to see you all those weeks ago I've become infatuated with you. I always think about you and can't bear the thought of not being with you."
"That's very sweet Simon, and I've enjoyed us being together, but this is your career. You must take this opportunity."
"Will you come with me?"
"What?"
"I mean it, come and live with me in New York, I'm sure you'll have no trouble getting a job with your experience."
"Simon that's crazy, I can't just drop everything and move to New York. I've got my business to think of, my house, my friends - my life over here."
"I knew you'd say that. It's why I'm not jumping for joy at the offer."
"Look, you really knocked me for six when we got together again and told me you fancied me. I never thought things would develop as they have, but I've really enjoyed how our relationship has developed, and the sex has been incredible. However, you've got to be realistic about this and not let your fantasies get in the way of common sense."
