Brief Backstory: The setting is a Middle America town in the late 1970's, and Lute, our hero, is a well-hung 18-year-old who's finishing high school, playing bass in a rock band, and spreading his own brand of goodwill among the local ladies.
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When Ron and Ellen Heath had bought the downtown pharmacy building after its previous owner retired, the purchase also included the three apartments on the second floor.
Two of the apartments had been consistently rented to local college students over the years the Heath's had owned the building. But through an arrangement with the college, the couple maintained the third and smaller studio-sized apartment as a furnished short-term rental for visiting professors and guest lecturers.
And since this studio apartment wasn't booked for the next couple of months, it provided the perfect haven for Lute and Ellen's next rendezvous.
After parking his van around the corner from the pharmacy building, Lute walked down the back alley and went into the unlocked side entrance leading to the building's second floor.
Walking up the worn wooden stairs and down the carpeted hallway, hearing Neil Young's "Harvest" album coming from the first unit, Lute was about to knock on the door marked #3 when Ellen Heath opened it and quietly slipped him into the room.
The small apartment was a spartan but comfortable domicile, lit only by one candle on a corner table. The curtains were drawn tightly closed, so to anyone walking by in the alley below, the apartment looked dark and vacant.
After closing up the pharmacy at six when her husband scurried off to his weekly bowling league, Ellen had gone upstairs to the apartment and settled in with a bottle of wine and a light meal she had purchased from the nearby deli. So, by the time Lute arrived an hour later, she was relaxed and ready for her young lover.
Whispering a warm "Hello," Lute shed his coat as they embraced and kissed. Ellen had set out wine and an arrangement of deli snacks on the coffee table by the couch. But these niceties went untouched as the single-minded lovers began to hurriedly tug at each other's clothes while they groped about and worked their mouths together in deep passionate kisses.
Soon, with their clothes in various forms of disarray, they momentarily stopped to catch their breath, and looking at each other, they laughed at the havoc they were creating.
"Um, it's very nice to see you again, Mrs. Heath," Lute politely deadpanned as he looked at Ellen with her disheveled hair and partially undone blouse and skirt.
"And it's very nice to see you again too, Luther," Ellen replied with a giggle, seeing Lute standing there in his unbuttoned jeans and his pullover sweater tossed aside on the floor. "Care for a nice glass of wine?" she asked.
"A glass of wine would be lovely, thank you," Lute said in his best sophisticated voice.
Slowed down, the lovers put their mutual ravaging on pause as they had some wine and snacks and settled into a quiet conversation on the couch.
Ellen and Lute hardly knew each other, and though they were both fine with having an affair built primarily on sexual attraction, they also wanted to become better acquainted.
But since they didn't have that much time together, and both were anxious to spend most of that time making love and exploring the wonders of each other's fascinating bodies, they kept their conversation interlude fairly short. Meaning they were soon back to kissing and caressing, gradually moving towards the bed that Ellen had made up for them in the corner of the room
Easily shedding his remaining clothes, Lute was soon propped up on pillows and lounging on the double bed, positioning himself into a prime spot to watch Ellen as she disrobed.
Lute's eyes had adjusted to the dimly lit room, so he could clearly see as Ellen slipped out of her skirt and laid it over a chair. And when her blouse was removed and likewise arranged, he saw that she had chosen to wear a bra and panty outfit well suited for a sexy and voluptuous woman's tryst with her lover.
Ellen's panties were sheer and red and the opposite of the white granny panties she'd worn during her previous encounter with Lute. These were of the skimpy, bikini variety, and they only just covered her pubic thatch, while revealing plenty of her alluring fleshy ass and midriff.
And unlike the ironclad brassiere Lute had helped take off during their first engagement, this bra would require no power tools or an instruction manual for its removal. Like its panty companion, the bra was a sheer and skimpy number with thin support straps and plunging front cups that barely contained the heft of Ellen's huge 38F breasts.
Knowing that Lute would want to have some quality time observing the spill of her succulent body from its lingerie ensemble, and thrilled to have such an admiring lover, Ellen stood next to the bed for a few moments modeling her seductive attire.
And as she did, she took in the massive cock that stood up like an armed warhead from Lute's crotch, pulsing slightly as it continued to grow and expand. When she could no longer wait, Ellen moved towards the bed.
