Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.
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Since I was going to be away for the weekend, Aunt Betty took the opportunity to go to the Twin Cities to visit a friend. She had left Friday at noon and planned to return Sunday evening.
After getting home from work I took a shower and fixed myself dinner, warming up some leftovers. I had just settled into reading one of Tom's African hunting books when the phone rang.
"Hello Liam," Jean said cheerfully, "Just wanted to check to see if we're still on for tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. When would you like me there?"
"Anytime, I get up early."
"Would seven o'clock be too early?" I asked.
"Perfect!" I'll cook you some breakfast," she replied.
Saturday morning, I awoke early and was on the road by six o'clock, relieved that Aunt Betty was away, saving us an awkward "goodbye" moment.
I didn't know what to expect at Jean's. My mind wandered the gamut from a warm, non-sexual situation to a wild sexual fantasy. It was exciting and troubling at the same time. I was worried about being awkward socially with her considering how inexperienced I was with women and the deep attraction I had to her. I was encouraged by how friendly she had been on the phone last night. I knew she was genuinely friendly to me, but I had no way of judging of how "friendly" a relationship she intended.
I didn't even know the proper way to address her. Considering what had transpired between us last Saturday, Miss or Ms. Seemed too formal and Jean sounded too presumptuous.
After driving about an hour and recognizing Jean's home from pictures I'd seen, I turned into her driveway. The home was a frame building with wood siding, painted brown. It had been a summer cabin until Jean bought it and winterized it, making it her year round home. A small, cozy but non-pretentious home, especially considering the business success Jean had accomplished.
To say the least, I was uneasy; however when Jean stepped out on her porch, smiling and waving to me, my mind was put at ease.
Meeting in the driveway, she gave me a big hug, inviting me inside.
Stepping up into the small enclosed porch which served as a "mud room" the aroma of fresh baked biscuits filled the air.
Her cabin had one large room which served as a living room, dining area and kitchen. To the left was the living area having a rustic stone corner stone fireplace next to a large picture window looking out on to the lake. To the right was her kitchen and dining area. The walls were genuine north woods knotty pine boards.
Directly across the den was the bedroom with a door on the right to the bathroom.
Except for the bathroom that had ceramic tile floors, the entire house had narrow cut oak flooring.
"Such a comfortable, cozy house," I complemented her.
"Well, thank you. I really enjoy living here. I call it "my cabin in the woods"," she replied, adding, "Let's get you some breakfast."
While eating my breakfast, I was thinking to myself, I asked, "Where am I going to sleep tonight? There was only a love seat and a couple chairs in the living room. Maybe, she has a cot in the closet, but maybe not?"
"Besides installing the dock what other projects what projects do you have scheduled for me?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, I've had to put off the dock installation. I had someone lined up to help you, but he had to cancel out. It's too big a job for one person," she said regretfully.
"Let me take a look at it," I replied.
Walking down the steep steps down to the lake, I noticed several steps that needed replacing. "I'll fix these later," I said.
The dock turned out to be much smaller and easier installation than was Aunt Betty's. I was able to use one of the steel pipe posts to lever the barrel raft into the water. Taking off my shoes and socks and rolling up my pants legs, I floated the raft into position and then drove the pipe posts into the lake bottom. The job was complete in a little more than an hour.
"Very good, Liam. Thank you so much!" she exclaimed.
Another hour and a half later, I had rounded up the materials and tools needed to repair the steps and had completed that task.
"What's next?" I asked.
"I'd like you to help me clear the brush along the top of the bank. It's grown up so much that I've lost the view of the lake." She replied.
"Good, let's get started," I said.
Using clippers, I cut off the brush at ground level and cut down several small scrubby trees with a hand saw. We hauled the branches to an open area in the center of her yard, in between her house and the bank adding them to an existing pile of dry, seasoned wood. By noon, we had a good sized bon fire built and a larger pile of branches to feed the fire as it burnt down.
"We'll have a nice fire after dinner tonight," Jean said.
"What's next?" I asked.
"I'd like to take a boat ride."
"You're kidding. I came here to help you with some chores."
"Well, you are. This is the first time I'll have taken out my boat this year and I want to have someone who is good with mechanical things with me. Betty said you got Tom's old truck going in no time at all. I arranged with the marina for the boat to be taken out of storage, serviced, fueled and ready for use to go."
"Come on let's change into our swimming suits and drive over to the marina."
As I brought my suitcase in, she told me to put it on a stand in the corner of the bedroom.
"Change into your swimsuit and then I'll change," she instructed.
After I changed into my swimsuit and T-shirt, she went in the bedroom and changed. She looked stunning when she emerged from the bedroom, wearing a pair of denim shorts and an unbuttoned light shirt over her one piece suit. Long legs, narrow hips, ample breasts standing high on her chest, she was a tall, handsome, olive skinned woman.
Shortly, we were on our way in her car to the marina.
The marina had a long narrow two story building with boat storage on the basement story and the owners living quarters and a small boating story on the top story.
