My dear cousin Katie picked me for our little shopping trip in the late afternoon, last Saturday. She was dressed festively in a beautiful red coat, with a sprig of holly on the collar and a cute little matching hat. "Is that mistletoe?" I asked as I kissed her cheek.
"It's holly," she replied, "But that's OK." I used to think of her as "cute little Katie". She may have outgrown that nick name, but Katie is still gorgeous. I think it might be true that fifty is the new thirty. When she was a teenager and in her early twenties, back when she was my little brother's lover, she was a cute girl. I shouldn't say this, but her little sister Nicole is even cuter. That's just a comment on cuteness. Now, with a few lines in her face and the character that the years bring, she is a gorgeous woman.
She still has a gleam in her eye, especially, when she's horny. She had that gleam Saturday afternoon, when she picked me up. Katie always was a very sexual creature. Fortunately she married a man that appreciates her talents and appetites. Well maybe not all of her appetites. Before Kate was married, she slept with nearly as many girls as she did boys. She gave all that up when she got married. I looked at Kate's sparkling eyes and her glistening lips and trembled as I fought the temptation to give her another kiss, a lover's kiss. That would have to wait.
I'd returned to my little hometown a few months before the holidays and had gotten reacquainted with Kate and her little sister, Nikki. Both of whom had been lovers of Teddy's when they were young. Once Kate found out that Teddy and I were writing about our early sexual exploits, she was enthralled. Teddy's story held a special fascination for her since she was a central character.
Kate called me late one night to tell me her version of a particular encounter between Teddy, her and an Asian girl named Li. By the time she had finished the story, she was breathing rather fast and talking quite slowly. As the story reached its climax, well so did Kate. It took me a few more seconds, but I reached my own climax. Hearing Kate's ragged breath and faltering speech sent me over the edge.
We've made a habit of our bedtime story calls ever since. It wasn't long after the calls started, that we began to see more and more of one another, and began to flirt and act like little school girls. We went shopping and held hands at the food court, making eyes at each other. We made out in her car and got together when ever we could. I guess you could say she's my girlfriend now.
We had a very special night right after Thanksgiving. Kate, her little sister Nikki, my little brother Teddy and I all got together for a night of drinking, dancing and debauchery. We all ended up in Ted's hotel room and there, Kate and I realized that we are actually in love. I don't intend to steal her from her husband of all these years, I just want to be her lover.
When Katie and I planned our Christmas shopping trip we knew that it would entail more the an excursion to the mall. We chose the Westgate Mall, which is outside a town nearly twenty miles away so as to avoid running into Katie's friends that would surely be shopping that Saturday before Christmas. Another reason we chose that mall, is that there is motel at the freeway exit there, just in case.
We wrapped up our last minute shopping in time to have lunch at a bistro near the mall. We chose to pass on the crowded food court in favor of a dark booth, where we could sit together, hold hands, share some wine and enjoy one another's company.
We kissed in her car outside the mall and outside the restaurant. We couldn't get close enough together. We ate our lunch, both struggling not to drag the other beneath the table and just go wild. We finished our lunch, paid our tab and walked to Katie's car, hand in mittened hand. We made out in her car once again before agreeing to pick up a bottle of wine and stop at the motel. I had to have her and she felt the same about me.
We got into the room, filled the sink with ice and deposited our wine there to chill. We started to kiss before we'd even removed our coats. I took Kate's coat from her and she took mine. We tossed them on one bed and tore the bedspread off the other. We stood at the foot of that bed, kissing and running our hands all over each other.
There is something very sensual about running one's hand all over a woman's fully clothed body in the winter: the fabrics and textures, the different temperatures of the surfaces after coming in out of the cold. I could feel the straps and clasps of her under garments that I hoped I'd soon be removing. Kate's nose and cheeks were still cold, but her lips were warm and her tongue was hot and wet.
I pulled Kate close to me and felt her firm breast, supported wonderfully by her expensive bra against my own breasts. We held one another and kissed tenderly for several minutes as we unwound. As consumed with passion as we were, we were able to pull our selves together and relax, a little.
