As I called around to invite my friends to Aunt Sylvie's cabin, my story was that Sylvie was a hot cougar I knew from the gym. She liked to have young men up to her place in the woods and sometimes things could get wild. I didn't make any promises. I had no idea what Aunt Sylvie would do, so I left the details vague.
My selection process was simple. I short listed young studly guys from the gym and a few horny college friends. We ended up with six guys, including me.
The cabin had four bedrooms, so we would double up in three rooms and Aunt Sylvie had her room. On Friday morning, she asked me to carry two large suitcases down from her room and put them in my Jeep. I knew better than to say anything, but she saw the look on my face as I calculated how many outfits she could wear in two days.
"You'll think it's worth it when you see what I've packed," she said as I humped the heavy cases downstairs.
On our way to the mountains, we went shopping. We filled three grocery carts with food, wine, beer and supplies. I packed it in the Jeep and then we drove on to the cabin. After a long haul down a rough gravel road, we parked the car and hiked through some woods. It was cool and aromatic in the shady trees. The cabin was on top of the hill and the front deck had an amazing view of the surrounding mountains.
"This place is amazing," I told Aunt Sylvie. "You should spend more time here."
"Perhaps I will after this weekend," she smiled, "This is the first time I have been here without Jack."
We carried in the supplies and got busy storing things away. Aunt Sylvie cast off her melancholy mood as she gave me cleaning instructions. I swept the wood floors while she cleaned the bathrooms. We ate lunch and then put the finishing touches to the cabin. Aunt Sylvie laid out chips, nuts and snacks for our guests.
"I'm going to take a shower now and get ready," she said and disappeared upstairs.
Pretty soon after that I heard voices in the woods behind the cabin and the first two guys arrived. I helped them carry in their stuff and just as I was offering them a beer, the other three appeared.
I showed them all their rooms and helped them carry in their bags. We lit a wood fire in the fireplace and were sitting around drinking beer and relaxing, when Willie, my friend from the gym, asked the big question.
"So where is Sylvie? When do we meet our hostess?"
As if on cue, Aunt Sylvie appeared at the top of the stairs. She was dressed in a maid's uniform with a short dress that showed off her toned thighs and jutting breasts.
"Good evening gentlemen," Aunt Sylvie greeted us. She made her way down the staircase with all eyes on her. "Is there anything I can get for you? I am here to serve you so please tell me if there is anything you need."
Sylvie went around the room and introduced herself to each of the guys. She took drink orders and soon returned with a tray of beers. As she bent over to place the drinks on coasters, the maid costume rode up her thighs and her breasts strained to escape the low cut bra.
The guys exchanged glances. They were still unsure how far they could go with Sylvie, so I decided to take the lead. As Sylvie leaned over to place my beer on the coaster, I brushed her wrist with my hand, causing her to spill beer on my shorts.
"I am so sorry sir," Sylvie said,"Let me get some tissues and clean that for you."
"No Sylvie," I said commandingly,"Clumsiness needs to be dealt with firmly. You know that. Now bend over the table."
"Yes sir."
Sylvie walked to the round breakfast table, put down the tray and bent over obediently. I lifted the maid's dress, revealing Aunt Sylvie's pale round ass. A black g string clung to the space between her cheeks.
"Willie can you hold her dress up?" I asked.
