****** The Blue Nightgown by Harry ******
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The Blue Nightgown


The storm was arriving on schedule; the first large rain drops spattered on my
windshield as I got the go ahead from the attendant at the gate and began to
drive the sparsely graveled road of the "Strictly Private", Sycamore Recreation
Club toward the Baker cottage nestled among a stand of white pine, about a
half-mile from the Sound on Westchester's southern shore.

It was late afternoon on the Friday before the Labor Day weekend. The rain was
expected to be brief, and the forecast promised a fine warm end to the season.
I looked forward to the hot dogs and burgers and sweet corn, to the sand and
surf and softball games, and the simple, timeless contentment they always seem
to bring with them. It was exactly the setting where you'd expect to find
Loretta and Bob Baker.

Loretta is my wife Ellen's aunt, her mother's younger sister. She is everything
Ellen aspires to be, the perfect hostess and homemaker, something of a
perfectionist. "Uncle Bob" is her perfect mate, the Ozzie to her Harriet. Only
in their late forties, yet they seemed so much older, wiser, and more secure
than anyone I knew. Actually, I knew them more in the way you know your
parents, respectfully, but not intimately. They fall in a niche between friend
and parent although they are only about fifteen years older than me.

It was raining harder; the storm was becoming noisy. I was glad to see the
familiar Carolina Hemlock tree on the front lawn. I would be snug in the
cottage before what was rapidly becoming a ferocious storm swept in from the
ocean to the East. I jumped from the car and ran hunched against the rain
beating on my head and back, and skipped a step when a flash of lightening
startled me. I jumped up the three steps to the door and grabbed the door
handle. It didn't budge as I twisted and pushed. I turned, thinking I might run
back to the car, when I saw a figure running along the road head down and
covered with a blanket. Before I could make out who it was, I heard Loretta's
voice calling my name.

"Harry! Oh my golly. You're early".

I couldn't help but smile at that expression. It was Lori all right.

"Oh gosh, I just made it, I can't believe how fast the storm came in. I had to
run all the way from the beach. I wasn't expecting you this early. I just can't
believe I got caught like this".

She was breathless and drenched; definitely not her style. I'd never seen Lori
so disheveled, wet or dry. Once, inside the house, she undraped the blanket and
headed for the bathroom for a towel. She was soaked through. I watched her dry
her arms and legs, and rub the towel through her short, curly hair as the rain
beat furiously against the house.

"I hope Bob and Ellen don't have trouble driving here. They should be just
leaving the city about now".

Lori kept talking as she walked from the bathroom to one bedroom and then the
other obviously looking for something and not finding it.

"You're lucky you got here early... Oh my golly! I don't know what's the matter
with me. I didn't bring my suitcase in from the car. I met Joan Kelly on her
way to the beach when I first pulled up. I wanted to talk to her about the
election of club officers next week so I decided to walk down to the beach with
her. My clothes for the weekend are still in the car."

"No problem, I'll run out and get them," I assured her.

"No, no. You'll drown out there. Wait until it lets up a little. I have an old
nightgown in the bedroom and Bob's terrycloth robe is in the bathroom. That'll
do for now."

I walked out on the large closed-in porch that had recently been added to the
modest two-bedroom cottage as a lounge and extra sleeping area. I stood looking
at the rain which, if anything, was only getting heavier and more wind swept. I
began to worry about Ellen and Bob driving out from the City. They were meeting
at 5:30 after they finished work at their offices a few blocks apart in midtown
Manhattan. I had taken a vacation day to do some painting at our home in
Connecticut before coming there for the weekend. The storm seemed to be
worsening by the minute. I walked back to the kitchen.

Lori looked embarrassed and a bit overwhelmed as she came out of the bathroom
and struggled to walk beneath the bulky white robe.

"Your Aunt is some sight, huh? This wasn't in the plan. I just can't believe
this rain. It's just messing everything up. But, right now, I more concerned
about Bob and Ellen than anything else."

"They'll be okay", I said with more certainty than I was feeling.

"You look cute in that robe," I told her, trying to add a little cheerfulness
to the worried looking face that bobbed from beneath the terry cloth tent.

Lori burst into laughter.

"So you think your Aunt is cute, huh? A cute little old lady all bundled up and
looking for her rocking chair, you mean?"

"No, no, no. I didn't mean it that way at all. I meant just the opposite, more
like a little girl.

I suddenly felt self-conscious having said that. Lori always seemed rather
straight-laced, perhaps even prudish to me. In fact, Ellen had often remarked
about Aunt Loretta's fastidious ways, some of which I recognized in Ellen
herself.

It was a relief to hear Lori say, " Well, thank you. What a sweet thing to
say."

I was glad to know she could take a compliment. I wondered if anyone had ever
called her cute before. Certainly, she should have heard it often enough. She
was quite an attractive woman. I wondered if she ever thought of herself as
attractive. She wasn't the kind of person that naturally drew that kind of
attention, but if you looked at her with that in mind, you saw a pleasant,
pretty face, and a shapely, athletic figure. But, with her style of dress, you
did have to look. You had to impute her anatomy from brief glimpses of her as
she emerged from the ocean in her modest one-piece bathing suit, and before she
covered herself in a jacket or robe. Or you could watch her play tennis and add
evidence to your conclusion that she had a nice firm butt and strong calves on
her shapely legs. I couldn't tell much about her breasts except that they seem
nicely proportioned to her waist and hips. Yeah, she was quite attractive.

"I'm going to turn on the radio and see if we can get a weather report."

Loretta had just tuned into a news station when the phone rang.

"I'll get it," I said. "You listen to what they are saying."

There it was on the phone, the unmistakable cadence and timbre of Uncle Bob.

"Oh! So you're there. Good! Ellen is with me here. We're still in the City.
It's really storming here and the roads are backed up so we're gonna wait a
while, have dinner. They say it will ease up in a couple of hours. Is
everything okay there?"

"Yes, Bob, everything is fine here. I'm glad you guys aren't on the road. Take
your time. Stay safe. Enjoy your dinner. I think Aunt Lori and I will have one
of your special margaritas now, and relax."

"Yeah! good idea. Let me talk to Loretta. See ya later."

I gave the phone to Lori, and while she repeated the weather and traffic report
to Bob, I began making margaritas following his recipe that was printed neatly
on a 3 by 5 card next to the blender. I did cheat one little bit. I liked them
a little stronger than Bob made them, so I put an extra shot of tequila in the
mix and turned on the blender.

"I'm so relieved. Now I can relax. I'm ready to enjoy that margarita," Lori
bubbled, as she hung up the phone, and took the pale green concoction I held
out to her.

We settled ourselves on the porch. I sat opposite Lori, who snuggled herself on
a settee and looked even cuter than before. This was the first time I had ever
been alone with her, and the first time I had ever had a personal conversation
with her that wasn't framed in "aunt/nephew" terms. She was not at all as I had
thought. Perhaps, it was the drink, but she was much more open and candid than
I had expected especially when the conversation turned to personal matters. I
was startled when she told me that she knew Ellen looked up to her and tried to
emulate her and then concluded by saying, " I'm flattered by her admiration,
but I don't think she really knows me as well as she thinks she does. She seems
to view me as a prude, as someone who sees sex more as a duty in marriage than
as a pleasure. I just hope she doesn't see things that way herself".

"How interesting," I replied, trying to decide how candid I should be in
responding.

I saw that her glass was nearly empty as was mine so I suggested a refill that
would also gave me time to think what to say.

"I'd love another. That really hit the spot," she chirped.

"If you're asking me if Ellen is reserved when it comes to sex, I'd have to
say, yes. If you're asking me if she thinks you are, I have to say, yes to that
too."

I handed her the refilled glass and sat back down.

"Is that what you meant?"

"Yes, I guess that's what I meant, but what exactly do you mean by reserved?"

I sensed she had a real interest in her question, almost an excitement.

"I don't know, Loretta. I mean, Ellen would never undress in front of me. I
think she'd rather the lights were off when we make love. And, we have very
conventional intercourse, nothing much more than that."

"Oh I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you about that. But, I'll be honest with
you. I'm not really surprised. I will tell you this. I'm very sad to think that
she thinks that I am that way myself. I know all about that kind of thing.''

"You know about what kind of thing?" I asked. "I don't follow you, Loretta.
What kind of thing?"

"I mean about one person being shy about sex, being uncomfortable and uneasy
about it."

"You mean like inhibited?"

"Yes, that's it exactly. I don't mean unloving, I mean inhibited about sex."

"What do you mean, you know all about it, Lori? Are you talking about
yourself," I asked, not sure whom she was referring to.

"No, I mean Bob. He's very much like that, like the way you say Ellen is."

"Hmm! Well, well. I see. That's interesting isn't it?" I didn't really know
what to say next.

Lori said nothing. She was sipping from her glass staring off to one side of
the room.

I started to say something about it probably being good to talk about it when
Lori interrupted. "It so hot in here, isn't it?"

She was holding the robe away from her neck, flapping the collar to cool
herself.

"Yes, it is hot and the rain has made it awfully humid too."

"I think the drinks have made me warm too. I can really feel them, Harry. You
make them a lot stronger than Bob does. Would you mind if I take this robe off?
It's stifling. Don't worry, I have an old nightgown on. It's very modest, I
assure you".

"Not to worry, Lori. I don't know how you could stand wearing that thing in
this heat."

Self-consciously, I got up and walked to the windows that ran the length of the
porch and stared out at the rain which was still steady, but now less intense.
I could see Lori's reflection in the glass as she took off the robe and looked
down at the blue gown probably to make sure that it was sufficiently opaque and
otherwise not revealing.

"It looks like it's beginning to let up a bit," Lori observed as she came and
stood next to me looking out.

"They won't even be starting for another hour. I think it may even be finished
by then," she added. I glanced sideways at the woman in the blue nightgown
standing alongside, at the almost frail looking, pretty woman that had emerged
from her bulky white robe. She looked very different now from "Aunt Loretta". I
felt a wave of affection sweep over me that was more pronounced than the
accompanying first twinge of arousal. It really was affection, not any sexual
desire that caused me to almost unconsciously reach my arm across her back and
begin stroking her arm.

When I realized what I was doing, I held my breath, waiting for just the right
moment to pull my arm back, and then move away as if nothing had happened. Lori
never moved, never said a thing. She didn't seem to mind the gentle stroking. I
continued, my hand now trembling with the excitement of touching her and of her
letting me.

I had a terrible urge now to pull her to me. Instead, I moved against her, our
sides gently pressing as I continued to play my fingers up and down the length
of her arm. She didn't move. She didn't say anything, she just kept staring out
at the rainy night. I had no idea what she was thinking.

I wanted to kiss her. Suddenly, I felt such a strong urge to do it. I knew that
would be going too far, but I was going to do it anyway. I clasped her arm with
the palm of my hand and pulled her shoulders around toward me. She turned her
head and looked at me. I moved my mouth toward hers. She turned her face away;
my lips met her cheek instead. I didn't actually kiss her cheek, I just left my
mouth where it was, resting gently against the side of her face. She stiffened
a bit, but didn't move. She didn't pull away.

I didn't know what to think or what to do. I didn't know if she was frightened
or in shock. I could give it up and hope she would just forget the whole thing,
maybe just chalk it up to booze and rainy nights and nightgowns. But, I wasn't
going to give it up, not unless she pulled away. I'd take the chance and its
consequences.

I put my hand under her chin, turned her face toward mine and kissed her on the
mouth. I wasn't sure if she was kissing me back. Her lips were taut, but she
made no effort to break the contact. Even that way, the feel of my lips on
hers, their soft pulp, the taste of her lipstick was just wonderful.

I ended the kiss, and was finally about to say something, when Lori put her
arms around my waist and nestled her head against my shoulder. I kissed the top
of her head. Then she looked up at me. She moved her arms around my neck, and
said, "Kiss me again."

This time was very different. Her mouth was open, her lips moved rhythmically
on mine. Her tongue dandled on my tongue as it probed the inner silk of her
mouth. My hand swept down her back across her buttocks, tracing and lifting.
She pressed her thigh hard against my sudden erection. We sucked and licked at
each other's mouths. I moved my hand to her waist and upward along her ribs to
the side of her breast. I felt her lean back a little to give my hand room to
clasp her breast. I enfolded it in my palm and rolled my thumb across her
nipple swelling beneath the blue nightgown.

The next seconds were a physical and mental pandemonium. I was seared with
lust, amazed, confused, incredulous. We kept kissing, furiously, rapid shallow
kisses, long lingering deep kisses. My hand measured and weighed her breast, my
penis pasted against her mound which she moved and thrust against me. I was
dazzled by the pleasure of it, dazed by the wonder of it.

Lori was the first to let go. She stepped back in my arms, turned and reached
for my hand.

"Come with me," she said quietly, pulling me with her as she walked us to one
of the bedrooms.

There was no way she could have planned this. No way on Earth. But surely, she
had rehearsed it, measured the possibilities, mapped the alternatives, readied
herself in fantasy with only the blanks of who, when and where to be filled in.
She was filling in the blanks right now.

She let go on my hand as we entered the darkened room. I stood just inside the
door, heard a click and was startled by the sudden illumination. There was
Lori, her hand still on the lamp, looking back at me. Her eyes were saying,
we're going to do this with the lights on, right? I hesitated a split second as
if to confirm one last time that she wasn't an illusion, she really was Aunt
Loretta looking at me with an it's now or never urgency in her face.

I recognized the tight waves of variegated brown and gray hair, the familiar
little bump on the bridge of her nose that she had broken as a child. But other
than that, I had never seen this sensuous creature in the frumpy, blue
nightgown before. I moved toward her. She reached back and opened the buttons
at the back of her neck. I took her in my arms. She kissed me exquisitely while
I opened the remaining buttons on her gown, and slipped it from her shoulders.
As I stepped back to unbutton my shirt, the gown slipped to her waist.

Few things in life have thrilled me more than that moment when I first saw
Loretta's breasts, sloping downward, then rising and turning outward; they were
broad and heavy on her slender frame. Thick, half-erect nipples rose from the
centers of crinkled tawny areolas. I studied the contour and movement of her
lush breasts as she turned and drew the blanket and top sheet to the foot of
the bed. I watched them swing forward as she bent, sway as she turned. Had I
ever tried to imagine them before, I would have failed dismally.

I was undressed to my briefs when she turned to back to me. She sat down on the
edge of the bed, her nightgown draped from her waist. I moved against her, took
her head in my hands and held it against my chest. I climbed atop the bed on
one bent knee, lowered her to her back, and kissed her. Her arms encircled my
neck as my hand moved over her flattened breast, her nipple pressing into my
palm. My fingers slowly traced the beaded edge, my thumb rolled across the
still hardening nipple.

I kissed her neck and shoulder and the crook of her arm just above the swell,
then pursed my lips on her nipple and drew it into my mouth. I watched the
areola narrow and tighten as I drew the nipple to a reddened peak. I glanced up
at her half-shut eyes, and half-opened mouth as I continued to lavish one
breast then the other with my lips and tongue. I reached for the hem of her
gown and gathered it upward until I could feel the flesh of her thighs and the
edge of her panties. At the touch of my hand, she raised a knee and splayed it
to the side.

When my fingers reached the humid swatch covering her mound, I became wild with
lust, frantic with desire. I tugged at the elastic and wormed my fingers
beneath it and onto the damp curls and pliant flesh. My finger searched for the
crease, and finding it, slid inside. Lori drew a deep breath as she felt my
finger move slowly into her vagina, all the way to the second knuckle. I could
feel her move with it as I caressed the warm, moist silk from entrance to
cervix. When my thumb pressed the bead of her clitoris, she gasped.

She drew both knees back to her chest, then straightening them, she suddenly
stood up with my hand caught beneath her panties. I pulled back and freed my
hand. She pushed the nightgown from her hips taking her panties down with it.
She stepped back and lied down exactly where she had been, legs dangling from
the bed. I shoved my briefs to my ankles and kicked them to the side. My penis
stood straight out from my groin. I watched her look at it. It was no longer a
penis, it was a cock, swollen, impatient and defiant.

The expression on Lori's face seemed to mirror my own, bewildered, enthralled,
unbelieving. She must have felt the same sense of unreality looking at my erect
penis as I felt in seeing her look at it.

I followed her gaze and looked down at it; then looked back at the luxuriant
bush at the convergence of her thighs and belly until my eyes fixed on the
cleft in the pouty flesh. I was looking at Aunt Loretta's cunt. It just
couldn't be, it could never happen. Yet, I was.

I lowered myself to my knees and moved between her legs lifting them with my
hands behind her knees. As I bent forward, Lori opened her thighs in a wide
angle and drew them toward her chest. Incredibly, I was staring at "Aunt"
Loretta's vulva...her pussy...her cunt just inches away.

I put my hands on the thick outer lips and parted them causing the inner lips
to unfurl. I marveled at the sight. It was a gorgeous cunt. Smooth damask
colored petals formed a symmetrical wishbone as they bloomed beneath the long
stem of her clit. I don't know what I expected it to look like. I never
imagined what Lori's vulva would look like much less that I would ever see it.
Maybe, I was surprised that an older woman's pussy could look so tantalizing.

I toyed with the fleshy pink-tan lips, pushing them to the side. They were
moist with her arousal as was the tight crease of her vagina. I kissed her
thighs, my lips brushing the wet fringe. I flicked out my tongue and tasted her
for the first time, a mere hint of a taste yet one so unmistakable. My nostrils
caught the almost imperceptible scent of her musk. I licked the edges of her
labia. I could feel and hear her thrilling. I ran my tongue the length of her
pussy, again and again, looking up as I continued a slow lapping up to her clit
to and down to her puckered little rim. One arm was across her forehead, the
other across her breasts, her eyes were squeezed tight, her mouth open, almost
in a grimace.

I pushed my tongue inside her, and fluttered it like a moth around a flame. I
kissed and nibbled and licked my way to her clit. I pushed back the fleshy hood
with my tongue and suckled it. Lori hissed. I flicked my tongue furiously back
and forth across the swollen nub. I couldn't help wondering if anyone had ever
done this to her before. I was eating her, drinking her, inhaling her.

Each time my tongue hit the right spot, she shuddered and gasped. I could sense
now that she was up on the plateau near the edge. I slipped a finger into her
vagina and continued lashing my tongue across her clit. I took the wet finger-
tip and placed it on her anus. I rubbed it gently. I felt her tense, then begin
to quake and groan. I sucked her clit between my lips and pushed my finger into
her ass.

Her groan became a wail. " Uuuuuuuh... oooooooh....sssss...ooh, god."

She raised up in a high arc, sheets clenched in her fists; her pelvis thrust
against my face. She shook violently then shuddered and sank slowly back down,
placing a hand on my head to signal me to stop.

I got to my feet and climbed up next to her and she rolled into my arms. She
buried her face in my shoulder until her twitching subsided.

"Oh! Harry, you're so wonderful."

"No more wonderful than you are, Angel," I blurted, a little embarrassed by the
intimacy of my response; the irony of which hadn't occurred to me.

"I never imagined that anything like this would happen, or could happen, Harry.
I really don't know why it did. But I'm not sorry, not unless you are upset by
it."

"I don't know either, Lori. I don't know what to say, but I am not upset. Maybe
I should be but I am not at all troubled; just the opposite, I feel wonderful".

"I do too, Harry. I feel like I'm on a cloud. But, in a few minutes, we have to
get up, and get dressed, and try not to even think about it. We can't ever do
this again. I know you realize that, don't you?"

Lori slid from my arms and sat back so she could look into my eyes while I gave
her the assurance she wanted.

"Of course, I know that, Lori. I don't think either of us is that crazy".

Lori put her hand on my thigh almost touching my penis . "I want to do this,
Harry", she said in a scratchy whisper, her fingers coiling around my erection.

"God, that feels so good, Lori. Oh, you're wonderful, baby."

I hissed inward through clenched teeth, as she slid her coiled fingers up and
down the shaft of my cock.

My semen started to rise as she continued her stroking. Then suddenly, she
stopped. She grasped my penis at its base between her thumb and finger. She
leaned forward and took it into her mouth. She sucked tentatively at first,
just the head and an inch or two below. Then a little more vigorously and
further down the shaft.

I watched in amazement as her head bobbed up and down, as my penis, taut and
slick moved in and out of her mouth. Sometimes, she'd go the whole length and
I'd feel the back of her throat, sometimes she'd angle it and I could see her
cheek bulge. Sometimes, she'd suck and lick around the head while she slid her
hand up and down the shaft. It was that combination that brought me to where I
could no longer hold back.

When I felt myself about to cum, I touched her head and said, "I'm cumming,
baby. I'm gonna cum"... expecting her to take her mouth away. But, she didn't.
She made a quick "no" signal with her head accompanied by a nnnnnmm sound. I
came in her mouth, a quick spurt then one jet after another. I grunted with
every pulse, every bolt of semen. I just couldn't stop cumming.

Lori whimpered. She was shuddering with excitement. I think she was getting
off, and she was going to drain me dry doing it. I was breathless by the time
we finished, totally spent.

She sat up, looked at me as I lie there shuddering, trying to get my breath
back, and asked, "Was it okay... did you like it...did I do it right?

"Jeezis! Lori. That was the most wonderful, most thrilling feeling I have ever
had. It was... "

The phone rang in the kitchen, followed a split second latter by the chirp of a
cordless phone somewhere on the floor near Lori's side of the bed.

I watched as she reached to grab it and listened to her end of the
conversation, marveling all the while at the sight of her, the broad sweep of
her flank, the swoop of her breast beneath her arm. I wanted to hold her, to
feel her, to be inside her. I could feel the excitement of desire; I could feel
my heart beating faster, and I could feel myself becoming hard. Lori turned to
me as she switched off the phone and told me what I already knew. Bob and Ellen
were starting out; they would be here in an hour give or take a few minutes.

"Good!, then we have a few more minutes to stay like this," I said, hoping she
would let me hold her one more time, one last time like this.

I reached out to her, and was delighted to feel her come into my arms.

We kissed a languorous, loving kiss. I could feel my erection pressing against
her leg. Lori felt it too, whispering her pleasured recognition into my mouth.
I moved over her, my body prone against hers. Her legs moved apart as I leaned
on my elbows and reached down to guide my penis to her waiting welcoming
vagina. I hissed as I felt the head breach the threshold and slide into a
liquid hot heaven. Lori hissed back and clamped her knees against my sides.

I moved slowly back and forth inside her, my cock swelling against the
caressing silk of her cunt. I could feel her cunt lips folding in and out as
they hugged me hilt to tip. I looked down between us and watched as the rim of
my cock appeared between slick petals and then disappeared back into the
clutching crevice. I glanced at Lori face, at the half smile on her mouth, the
serene gaze of her eyes, as if to imprint forever in my mind, this incredible
reality - I was fucking Aunt Loretta.

I thrust faster and harder. Lori's legs were high in the air, held straight
out. My pelvis butted into hers, my cock ramming, my balls slapping. I let go,
groaning with each throbbing gush, my semen flooding her like a river in
springtime. Lori squeezed tightly with her arms and legs, and crooned, "Oh yes,
baby. Yes!"

I lay atop her for a moment, gasping and shuddering, my penis melting inside
her soft sticky flesh, hairs matted, juices mingled. I rolled onto my back and
held her hand to my lips as if sealing the first kiss of a lifetime love
affair.

Lori said what one of us had to say. "We'd better get dressed. It won't be long
before they're here. Don't forget you have to get my suitcase from the car".

I watched her get up and walk from the room, the blue nightgown trailing from
her hand. I felt I would never see her like that again. I was sad. Nothing like
this would ever happen again. The wonder of it was that it had happened at all.
It had been destiny in a blue nightgown, a quirk of fate, and it could be
nothing more nor ever again.

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