Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther "The Root" Casey, it's the late 1970's and our well-hung hero is a college student at a large Midwestern university where he plays bass and spreads his considerable goodwill among the ladies.
To further appreciate this new story with the buxom Ellen Heath, uninitiated readers may want to read some of the earlier "Root and the Pharmacist's Wife" installments, which is where the Lute and Ellen saga begins.
Per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.
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Midway through the spring semester of his junior year, Lute got a surprising phone call. It was a weeknight at about dinner hour, and after a full day of classes he had just returned from a run and was about to jump in the shower.
"Hello, Luther," a familiar female voice said when Lute picked up the phone, "It's Ellen...Ellen Heath. How are you?"
Ellen Heath was an old lover of Lute's from his hometown. She and her husband had owned a local pharmacy, and during the winter of his senior year of high school, Lute and Ellen had engaged in a prolonged and steamy affair.
Ellen, in the vernacular of the day, was really stacked. Her breasts were fleshy 38F beauties, and for a big tit connoisseur like Lute, they were the essence of all things good. He had spent many happy hours luxuriating in the bountiful pulchritude of her bosom. And coupled with her cavernous twat that accommodated his ten-inch leviathan with ease, Ellen and Lute had been a well-matched pair. And in addition to the great sex, they had become close. Which had surprised them both, given that she was a married forty-something woman and he was an 18 year old kid.
Being a promiscuous young man, Lute rarely let himself get attached to his lovers, but he was truly sad when the affair with Ellen had ended. She was a tender and interesting woman, and she had really blossomed in their time together. The somewhat insecure and unworldly lady who had first come-on to Lute at the pharmacy had become an erotic and adventurous lover. And thanks to Lute, she had learned to appreciate and use her voluptuous body to great advantage.
Not wanting it to jeopardize her marriage, Ellen and Lute had finally ended their affair and the two had since lost touch. But, as Ellen explained when she called, she had tracked down his number so they could "catch up". Though from the tone of her voice, Lute knew there was more to her call than just that.
And he was right. Because after peppering each other with various getting reacquainted questions, Ellen revealed that she and Ron, her husband, or rather her "ex-husband" had divorced. She didn't go into much detail, but for most of the previous year, Ron, instead of going to his weekly Thursday night bowling league, had been having an affair with a local schoolteacher. And the young single woman had inconveniently become pregnant. Long story short, Ron had moved out, and Ellen had gladly moved on.
But aside from sharing this news, the other reason for Ellen's call was to inform Lute that she had been accepted into an MBA program in the city and would be starting classes that summer. He was dear to her, and she wanted him to know of the good things happening in her life.
Ellen had come out really well in her divorce settlement. She had played up the devoted wife who had been disgracefully wronged by her unfaithful husband. And Ron, who had never learned of her affair with Lute, folded with guilt. So she was using some of the settlement money to restart her life. Beginning with going back to school for an MBA.
But before starting classes, and to celebrate her divorce and new life, Ellen was going to Hawaii for a vacation. And she was hoping Lute might like to be her guest.
"I know asking you this is just a complete shot in the dark," Ellen said after making her offer, "But I can't think of anyone I'd rather lie half-naked on a beach with for a week than you, Lute."
The trip Ellen proposed lined up well with Lute's upcoming spring break. And though he had made tentative plans to go skiing in Colorado with some buddies, he visualized Ellen on a beach with her huge tits spilling out of a bikini top. So after only a moment of consideration, he gladly accepted her offer.
"But I'll pay my own way," he said, "It will be great to be with you again, Ellen."
Ellen had already arranged for a beach side cabin on the big island, so Lute just had to get his plane ticket. And it was only a few weeks later that he picked her up in his VW van for the trip to the city airport. As Lute drove, the two quickly resumed the friendship that had grown during their affair.
Since he had last seen her, Ellen looked five or ten years younger, and about that many pounds lighter. Her thick dark hair was fashionably cut and she was dressed for Hawaii in a white cotton blouse and long tan skirt. The blouse had a neckline low enough to reveal a nice slice of cleavage, which Lute found to be a real distraction as he drove. And if they hadn't been en route to a flight, he would have found a place to pull over so he could get her on the bed in the back of the van and plant his face in her luscious bosom.
They talked throughout the drive to the airport, and then for a portion of the long flight to Honolulu. But when the lights went out on the plane and the other passengers dozed off, the two pulled a blanket over themselves and moved closer together.
Sliding a hand inside Ellen's blouse, Lute massaged her tits while they quietly kissed, the hum of the jet engines muffling her soft moans while his fingers circled her wide areolae and nipples.
"Oh, yeah, Luther, that's so nice," she whispered, "No one has ever loved my tits like you."
