1
She watched him work, her gifted nephew attending to mundane chores out in her small garden that was a feast to the eye. Leo strode up and down her small, tended lawn, its edges already trimmed and the small electric mower humming softly.
Leo stopped on seeing her standing on the threshold of the bifold doors. They aroused the sense that the garden and living room were one space.
‘Does it look okay?’
‘Perfect!’ Mimi laughed out. ‘You do it so much better than me….’
He drew closer; tugged away the heavy work gloves from his large slender fingered hands. She noted the ripple of his arm muscles as he did that. She had forgiven him for turning up for his lesson dressed only in denim shorts and a plain white T-shirt. Unlike so many you saw out and about, it was bereft of any rebellious imagery.
‘I could murder a drink, auntie…’
‘Mimi…call me Mimi. I want you to do that. You’re the only one of my piano students who I’ll agree to using my name.’ She saw him smile at that. ‘I know…I know…it’s so old-fashioned, isn’t it, to show some manners?’
‘It’s what I’ve always liked about you, your correctness…I expect it of you.’
They had long ago been able to talk in easy familiarity and could give back what they received from the other during a lesson. He had also concluded that her closed in ways also lent the slender woman, before him, greater mystique. He had always wondered about her wavy mass of long black hair. It seemed that she paid little attention to it and those silken, wavy tresses framed, perfectly, her somewhat fleshy face. It was a stark counterpoint to the brilliance of her soft brown eyes that gauged you. She walked gracefully in short quick steps; moves that gave a visual expression to what may be at work in her mind.
‘It’s made you the gifted piano player that you are,’ she smiled, looking at him fondly. She really did have a special bond with him, family or not. She had chosen a floaty summer dress, with its floral pattern, that fitted her perfectly; the waist gathered by a thin belt in matching fabric, the hem just below the knee. She had seen him take in her appearance before and during his lesson. She had even been provoked into rebuking him in a gentle voice for not concentrating on the music piece she had decided to test him on. Something was always said by him to ease the mood between them. ‘Yes, it’s new…an impetuous buy.’
‘That’s not like you…’
‘Who are you to say that tome?’ she had snapped, her words having the effect of embarrassing him.
‘I just notice these things about you, auntie…’
‘Mimi!’
He’d been caught out in giving her an admiring glance. ‘I like it…it has style tyle and yet simplicity. It’s what you teach me in my playing…don’t elaborate.’
She chuckled on hearing that; touched his bare arm for an instant. The young man really did have his ways in talking to her. ‘They’re my words…and that you now throw back at me.’
‘Many of them register, believe me, Mimi,’ he smiled and on a knowing look her way.
She felt an uncommon tightening in her belly. The good-looking boy’s flirting with me! Nervily, she flicked through her hair and saw again how he followed her every move. ‘Yes, well…I’ll go get us both a drink.’ She scooted away, turned abruptly before going into her small kitchenette and saw that he had followed her progress. She had to say something, for his ways again unsettled her. ‘Finish your work…and keep on those gloves!’
‘Yes…just as you say!’
Leo waved in acknowledgment. He smiled beautifully at her before she was out of his sight. Dismay at his behaviour had taken a hold. A fiendishly clever, gifted, young man had his girlfriends. Amy, her sister, had said as much when he had missed an evening class.
She thought back to the morning’s lesson, unusual for a Saturday, she seated beside him on the piano stool as they played a duet. She had marveled at his technique, her advice that practice would bring its own rewards having been heeded. Their shared laughter had lifted to her spirits as they sought to outdo each other as their hands and fingers rushed over the keys of her baby grand that filled a corner of her sitting room. Their arms had brushed against each other, and she had felt the occasional press of his strong thigh to her leg. It had aroused wayward thoughts that she felt ashamed to admit pleased her. It even aroused an aberrant sense of longing.
Had Leo sensed this? Did he even know how lonely she so often felt, her passion for music no substitute for another’s touch.
2
Leo wondered about her…his aunt…Mimi…beguiling Mimi, as he worked in tidying up her garden.
He’d seen the confusion in her eyes, for the first time, in response to their exchanges. He’d been far too forward in taking in Mimi’s appearance, but she looked so wonderful in that dress of hers. Intentional, or not, it fitted her small breasted figure perfectly and shaped her slender thighs when they had been seated on that wide piano stool and played. She’d wound his clock by pulling the hem over her knees. It had given him the chance to see the smooth skin of her thigh and soft tan on her skin. Even her scent, known from previous lessons, had drawn his attention upon her. They’d had fun playing, trying to outdo each other; Mimi’s un-ringed fingers so slender and her nails neatly rounded. She always applied a soft red varnish to them that matched the soft glow of colour on her thin lips.
He’d known an only too familiar ache of longing for her; aroused further when she bent her head to look at him play the keys, her hair tumbling forward before a quick flick of her hand restored some order to it. Her actions, and closeness on the piano stool, had only inflamed his aberrant longings.
Oh Jeez! He lusted after his aunt…his piano teacher…Mimi! What was he…?
‘Shit! Shittity…shittity…shit!’
Leo glared down at his thigh. The barbs on a thorn bush had caught him as he finished trimming the edges of the lawn. He tore the bandana from his throat and, sweaty or not, placed it on the wound. Blood soon welled up again when he took it away.
He rushed over to the bi-fold doors feeling a fool for what he had chosen to wear for this job. The day was just too hot to get all togged up, and he’d first thought it would be a piano lesson, nothing more. He’d soon seen that the lawn needed work.
‘A busy week…that’s what it’s been for me,’ Mimi had explained. ‘You’re a dear for offering to tidy it all up…’
‘Mimi…sorry…I’m sorry….are you there?’
She had scarcely heard him; she was on her mobile to arrange a lesson time later in the week. She looked around the corner of the kitchen wall, then glanced down. Leo had pulled away the bandana and Mimi stared. Leo put the bandana over the cut on his leg once more.
‘I’ll have to call you back. Something’s cropped up…’
She now drew a little closer, her eyes darting over him. Leo’s arms were scratched in places and his skin glistened; she met his questioning look and saw in it the wish for some help. How was she to deal with this development? He was no longer a young nephew but an only too engaging adult, even with his studiously unshaven face that leant him an engagingly rebellious appearance. It was improper to be feeling this way about him…and wrong too.
And yet…
‘Don’t touch it with your fingers!’ She made him pull the bandana away once more and then, hesitating for a moment, she then crouched down to look at the wound. ‘Thank goodness it’s your leg, not your hands and fingers.’
Leo gave a rueful laugh. ‘If you say so…’
‘I did warn you not to overdo it,’ she said in a voice lacking any sympathy. The clean cut would have to be steri-stripped to close it.
‘Now you frigging tell me!’ he griped, before shaking his head to disavow what he’d just said; how he’d said it. ‘Sorry…sorry, Mimi.’ He moved the bandana aside once more. ‘It sure stings as hell now…’
She heard his disbelieving laugh that he should even have to admit to such a thing.
‘No! Don’t keep touching it!’ She pushed away his grime- stained hand and looked at his leg; could not help but notice the silken skin and toned muscles of his thighs covered in golden downy hair.
I shouldn’t be doing this…not even thinking what I feel about this happening. She dashed to the medicine cabinet in the downstairs cloakroom. Doubt arose in her and she turned his way.
‘You’d better go home, Leo…and dress it, there…but for God’s sake clean the wound first; and also your hands! The day here is done for you. You can at least practice your next assignment…and the pieces we are going to play at the charity concert. Do that for me and above all yourself!’ She had blurted it all out and studied him as she waited for an answer. ‘Yes, I think that’s best…’
Leo licked his fingers again, and he…
‘Stop that! Just stop!’ she cried out, deftly taking hold of his hand once more. ‘Christ! Don’t you think first? Infections…the germs are everywhere! I don’t want that on my conscience too…you getting blood poisoning! Go and wash your hands! You know where the cloakroom is. I’ll have to do the same again in a moment…’
He met her concerned stare; had heard the commanding way of speaking; then her bewildered look.
‘Okay…okay…I’m going,’ he muttered before limping off.
Moments later, Leo brushed past her as Mimi went in. She thoroughly cleaned her hands with disinfectant soap. It’s tangy smell soon reached her but it failed to quell the doubts that had again taken a hold in her.
‘Go home, Leo…’ she whispered upon her return. ‘Just go home and deal with it there.’
What she felt now was simply crazy; the speed of it and the tumult of emotions suddenly aroused in her on seeing him and having to tend to his wound. How she felt after the briefest of touches upon Leo impossible to dispel. She’d become hooked on the young man, her nephew for goodness sake, and all that might yet ensue.
‘No, Mimi. It would be quicker and better if you do it. When you’re through I’ll finish up…outside.’
‘What? And get dirt in the wound all over again?’ she cried out in dismay. Leo’s recklessness now confounded her. ‘Stop and think about it, will you…Leo?’
‘I’m doing just that! I’ll finish…I want to finish what I’ve started!’
He slumped down in a rattan chair on her terrace and soon glared up at her. Mimi had to step around his outstretched leg to reach the First Aid box she had placed on the table close to his seat.
‘Sorry…I didn’t mean to yell at you, again.’
She nodded, staring back at him dumbly, feeling deeply engaged with the young man, now. Who was to know? Home for him was some streets away, She could touch him…
They were quite alone.
Her hands shook as she removed some antiseptic wipes from their sealed wrappers, and began to clean the wound, the area around it, dabbing and wiping slowly. One hand lightly touched his leg to keep him from pulling away as the antiseptic stung him. She worked on methodically.
Mimi felt his eyes upon her; she then met his startled gaze.
Leo had moved, pulled his leg away after she had put on steri-strips to close the cut; after she fixed the dressing with the first stretch of tape, then another…and another. It broke the spell of what she had been doing. She now saw him redden in acute embarrassment.
The crotch of his shorts was slowly taking on the shape of a tent.
‘Mimi…I’m…I’m…so sorry,’ he stammered; Leo then grinned in amazement that it should happen in these circumstances. ‘I’m so sorry…Jeez! How embarrassing. I’m so sorry!’
Leo shifted in the chair.
Mimi met his look upon her, and she knew instantly what had to be done to satisfy her raging feelings.
‘Don’t be…don’t be sorry. There’s no need to apologise,’ Mimi heard herself say in a soothing voice. ‘And stay still…a moment or two longer!’
Smiling softly, she pressed one hand to him; the fingers of her other hand reached for and felt his strength. She rose, sighed and drew closer still. She knelt between his knees and slid her hands slowly over Leo’s legs until they stopped under his shorts. They soon touched Leo’s hips.
‘Mimi…what’s happening, here?’ She heard him gasp in surprise then on a disbelieving laugh. Leo lightly held her arms and smoothed his rough hands over her dress as she caressed and held him. ‘It’s…it’s just you and me…Mimi.’
‘Yes….Leo, it is. And it’ll be wonderfully new and different, for us,’ Mimi soon whispered against his lips; she felt his quickening breaths as she kissed and touched him. She had chosen to concede to the rush of the moment, any qualms that remained put from her mind. ‘It’s going to be okay, Leo. I really do need this from you. It will be okay…I promise. Try and forget who we are…’
♥
He was in her, at first in slow moves. He then became purposeful as she pushed her hips up to meet his taking of her. She had been distracted for what seemed like hours until the work in the garden had become less.
Mimi’s legs were about his waist, and they fucked, lying on the embroidered counterpane of her large bed.
‘You wanted me…I knew that you did!’ Mimi cried out in rapture, and she gushed. Her nephew as so good and knew what to do in their shared search for pleasure and fulfilment.
She felt his flesh leap, then burst, deep within her. Her fingers dug into the firm skin of his buttocks, and she pulled Leo to her, would not allow a moment’s slip or move away from where she had taken him and had reached. He’d found her as he whispered wondering endearments as they sought their own pleasure in the act.
‘Stay there with me!’ she cried out. It felt as if she had been found like never before. Her journey with him had begun. ‘You’ve found me!’
Mimi clung to him; she wouldn’t let him go; Leo still moved within her and then sought to pull away. It had been maddeningly quick, but she just kept on shuddering with pleasure and from the fulfilment that she had discovered with this young guy. He was an already accomplished lover who had made no secret of his attraction to her.
Leo rose to look into Mimi’s eyes, and he kissed her in soft touches of his lips.
‘You’re strong, yet soft and beautiful…you have lovely skin…you kept me with you…you didn’t push me away…or made me use anything. After a very long time…maybe for the first time…I felt that I was really wanted.’
Mimi felt her lips tremble on hearing him speak out such a profound and simple truth. What had happened between them defied all the rules, but she had gloried in what had been shared.
He was so young and vigorous. Her young lover had made a woman nearing fifty very happy and content. He had also made her feel acutely uncomfortable. Making love like this, so reckless and wildly spontaneous, lacked any sense of romance.
But the very novelty of it had allowed her hopes to fly free; his evident delight in her pale-skinned body, so carefully and obsessively tended, now there for his eyes to delight in and his prick to claim for as long as decency and her flagging energy allowed.
‘You were wanted…and you are, Leo…you still are. The duets we play will be so very different!’
She heard him laugh and could not resist him as Leo lay back on the bed and took her hand to his slicked length. Mimi slowly moved to straddle him; pressed the tip of his prick to her pink folds and felt him thrust into her once more, his hands gripping her hips to pull her down onto him.
‘Slow in tempo…then allegro…finally, lovely Mimi, auntie…we reach a crescendo!’
‘Oh, do be quiet and fill me,’ she kissed, shivering as his thumbs brushed the nipples to her small breasts. Mimi soon gripped his hands and rode him, her gasping breaths to be heard. ‘I just want to know…of this… with you before reality returns!’
♥