I hadn't seen Suzie in several years and was both surprised and delighted when she emailed and asked to come visit with the intent to be able to do some star gazing without the interference of the stray light from her city home. We agreed upon a date and today was the day. I had naturally assumed that her husband, Sam, would be along but it was never discussed, nor the duration of the visit. Again, I had assumed they would arrive, spend one night, then scurry back to their city life.
I have to give you a small bit of background. Suzie is a cousin of mine, a few years older, and has always been very attractive. As a growing boy I adored her, had crushes on her that would fade over the winter months then be renewed each summer as our families spent more time together. In fact, a great many of my fantasies during my adolescence days and nights were spent with her being the object of my passions. Not only was her face fair to gaze upon, but her shapes and curves were in very fine proportion and proper softness. Well, at least the shape and proportions were known. I dreamed about the softness plenty enough to be convinced.
I live out of town some ways, about a two hour drive from the city where Suzie and Sam live, and out here the sights and sounds of the night are of a different wilderness than that of the city. I've been alone out here for several years now, and have from time to time returned to my fantasy of knowing my older cousin in a different way. Let me get this straight, though...there's never been any indication of such thoughts or feelings from her in that direction. Hence, I've always been as perfect a gentleman as possible, save the occasional joke or remark in jest.
I heard the car approaching long before I could see it, and was mildly surprised when it rolled into the yard that Suzie was alone. Smiles and greetings and hugs were exchanged, then I asked where Sam was, only to be told that this visit was just for family time.
The afternoon was filled with catching up on news of family members, of jobs, and of relationships. Not much on my front there, but I was almost shocked when Suzie related some intimate feelings and revelations about her husband, Sam, and his problem both with alcohol and his preference to playing golf and poker with his buddies to spending intimate time with her.
It was getting late in the afternoon and I already had a couple of steaks in marinade, so I lit the grill and popped the potatoes in the microwave, suggesting we eat first and give the moon and stars time to come out fully before we head off for the meadow I'd picked out to view the skies. I could tell Suzie enjoyed being waited upon for a change, and I encouraged her to enjoy a second and then third glass of wine as I fixed our supper. As I cooked and she drank, the conversations became more lively and easier, her mood lifting all along. At that point I was happy she was there alone, feeling that the escape for the night was doing her good, allowing her to be free in her thoughts and not having to cater to her husband.
