My first memory of her was when I was about four, she lived in central Louisiana, and we lived in the Southern part of Arkansas. There were no family reunions or such events that I can think of, so we never saw much of Moms side of the family. But that first vision of her has stuck in my mind every since that day.
She is only 14 years older than I am, and her sandy blonde hair was stuck to her face from the hot summers day drive to our house. She jumped out of the car so young and full of energy, her pale blue eyes shimmering with the love she had for me, as she grabbed me up in her arms and swung me around in circles. Going on and on about how much I had grown since she had last seen me when I was two years old. All I remember of that day was how she smothered me in kisses and kept me by her side all that day.
When she turned of age, she joined the NAVY, so after that the only time I ever got to see her was during Christmas vacations or a funeral, that has continued until this day, 44 years later. One thing about her, is she does love her career, she has been married twice, divorced once, and her last husband passed away, he was a career NAVY man. I often got post cards from her as she was stationed around the world, Spain, London, Virginia, and now in Texas.
It was great to have her where it would not be a two day drive to see her finally, and after this time she will finally retire. I took a week off from work to go try to help her get settled in to the house she was leasing until she retired, knowing she would be rushed to get everything done, before having to take over the job of the person she was replacing due to their own retirement.
The only change in Aunt Trisha's appearance to me was, she was shorter than I remember as a child, (only because I had grown to 6'1") and her hair was about half gray and half sandy blonde, the lines around her eyes only made her smiles more loving when she looked at you. Being only 5'5" herself I basically towered over her when I gave her a hug, I teased her with a kiss on top of her head, saying if I leaned over that far for a kiss, I might throw my back out. She laughed and poked me in my ribs, reminding me she was my elder and to be good. I had always loved her because she had such a great sense of humor, though very religious, you could get away with more around her than the rest of moms family, and she had told some off color jokes to me before. I guess after that many years in the NAVY, you hear some choice jokes.
Well, after getting my things from the car and into her new place, I asked her, "Well Commander, what's the game plan?"
"Oh let's see, we can unpack these boxes and that's really about it until the movers get here tomorrow with all my household things. It should only take a couple of hours, then perhaps we can go have some seafood if you'd like."
"That sounds great then, let's get busy." and I grabbed a box as she lead me to where it needed to be. We talked about her career and mine as we put things in their places, how come my marriage had failed, things that had been happening the past few years while she was overseas. General small talk to pass the time, before I knew it we had finished and were walking to my car to go eat.
Since neither one of us was familiar with Corpus Christi, we drove around and saw some of the sights, we weren't starving so we took our time. I saw a nice restaurant and pulled in the drive, after I parked I ran around and opened her door for her, reminding her that Chivalry was not dead, it was just in a closet somewhere, with a grin.
I took her by the arm and in the place we went like we owned it. They gave us a nice table by the window and we could see the boats as they passed in the canal. It was really a beautiful place, we ordered a drink, which surprised me, not knowing she drank alcoholic beverages. And we watched the seagulls as they flew around, stealing each others food, laughing at their antics, I really enjoyed myself, truthfully, more than I can remember than I had in many years.
Our food arrived, steaming plates of boiled Shrimp, fried speckled trout, hush puppies and cold slaw, a feast fit for anyone who loves seafood, which we both do.
Our conversation was casual and most enjoyable as I listened to many of the experiences she had in those many years of service. I reminded her of the hat she had sent me from the ship she was on during the Gulf War, how the sailors on a passing ship had hung out a sheet that they had painted "SEND NURSE'S!" as a joke. Aunt Trisha loved her work as a Nurse, and was continually being trained with new procedures.
I could listen to her stories all night, she has such a soft spoken way about her, and her words flowed like music as I sat and listened to her. We had one more drink then left the restaurant, I took my time going back to her place, enjoying her company. We arrived at her place, went in, and sat on the couch discussing what would go where when her furniture got here. It had been a long day so we said goodnight, her going to her bedroom and me making a bed on the couch.
I woke up to her moving around in the kitchen as she made coffee, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and got up, stretched and looked at her. Her eyes were on my crotch, my morning woody stood out eagerly waiting to pee. I blushed and grabbed my pants and threw them on. She grinned as she poured us a cup of coffee while I went and peed.
I felt like a goof as I peed, forgetting I was in my underwear when I got up, her seeing me like that, shit! At least she was cool about it.
I went in and sat with her, drinking our coffee we wondered what time the movers would be there. She suggested we sit on the porch while we drank our coffee and chat while we waited. As usual she didn't disappoint me with her stories, and her interest in what had been going on in my own life.
We finished our coffee and she started cooking our breakfast, I watched her as she flowed around the kitchen, gathering up the utensils she needed, her robe opening up just enough, showing just enough skin of her chest to intrigue me. Soon breakfast was ready and we sat to eat. She said a prayer, blessing us the food and our time together, We enjoyed a wonderful breakfast and I helped her clean up. Shortly after we finished eating the moving company called saying they would be there within the hour. Dressing in a hurry we prepared for their arrival, we were sitting on her porch drinking another cup of coffee as they drove up, she went to giving them instructions on what went where, while we began putting her personal things up from the boxes as they came inside. It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would before the movers were done and leaving. Now all that was left was the rest of her unpacking.
She got to work on boxes marked Kitchen, and I took some to her bedroom marked for it, once there, I didn't think twice about opening one and start putting things up. Finishing one box, I opened the next, and was surprised when getting towards the bottom of it that I saw a package wrapped up in brown paper. I unwrapped it and my eyes popped open, there were some personal sex toys in it that I am sure she wouldn't want me to know she had.
