I had been abandoned as a child. Perhaps abandoned is too strong a term. My parents dumped me off on my aunt when I was four years old and took off to see the world. They were never heard from again.
My earliest recollections do not include either of my parents; but only of my sweet aunt who took care of my every need. Lisa was twenty three when she took over responsibility for my upbringing. Some time early in my childhood we started an affectionate greeting. She would pat me on the butt and say "Nice Billy". I would return the pat on her butt and say "Nice Lisa". This had started so early in my childhood that there was absolutely no sexual connotation to the exchange at all. I had always called her Lisa -- never Aunt Lisa. That would have been too formal and there was never anything formal between us. That is not to say that she was not a strict disciplinarian. She insisted that I attend church and Sunday school and was a real task master when it came to school work.
Lisa faithfully attended church and sang in the choir every Sunday. She was always very concerned about appearances and did nothing that might tarnish her reputation. She always lectured me that even one wrong deed could ruin an otherwise spotless record.
Lisa had never married. She was, in my opinion, a very beautiful woman. She was affectionate, always dressed stylishly, and truly cared about people. She had many female friends -- most of whom were real knock-outs. As I became more aware of sexuality when I entered my teens I wondered if her preference might be for other women.
Occasionally she would go out on dates with men and sometimes bring them home to share her bed. This would drive me wild as I grew older. However; there were never any of these men invited back for an encore. After thinking back on what I had observed I decided that she was probably bi-sexual.
I had been held back in school after the second grade due to an illness and it was probably the best thing that could have happened. From then on I was more mature and bigger than my classmates. I developed a confidence that would stay with me throughout my school years. By the time I reached my junior year in High School I was already eighteen, a little over six feet tall, playing sports and was very popular. I had developed what I thought was a very masculine body and compared to the other guys in the showers I was above average in penis size. I had several girl friends with whom I had joined in heavy petting sessions but I had never experienced sex.
That year there was a World Exposition being held in Montreal. Lisa thought it would be beneficial for me to see it. She asked if I would be willing to make the fifteen hour drive to see it. She explained that we would spend at least ten days traveling in Canada and then find some route back down to Philadelphia. The thought of spending ten days and nights with Lisa alone got me excited. Lisa was the love of my life. She was the object of my fantasies.
So we began our trip to Montreal in late June of that year. We were in no hurry and stopped frequently that first day to sight-see, to eat and to just enjoy each others company.
We had reservations for the stay in Montreal, but the rest of the journey was totally unplanned. Our plan was to just find a motel wherever we were when we got tired. That first night we were in a sparsely populated area in upstate New York and had not seen a decent place to stay for miles.
We came across a suitable motel shortly after dark. It had a small lounge and dining area and looked clean. At the front desk we were told that the only room available had a single king sized bed. Lisa took me aside and said "I don't know about sharing a bed. That just wouldn't be right." I reminded her that we had shared a bed on numerous occasions during my life and felt there was nothing wrong with it. I also pointed out how few motels we had seen during the past few hours. She relented and we checked in.
I was starved so we walked into the lounge area and ordered sandwiches. While eating our food I drank two beers, while Lisa had several Martini's. The liquor relaxed her and we started talking about the sights we had seen during the day and laughing about some of the things that had happened. I really loved being with her, and I knew she enjoyed my company as well. We walked to the room with our arms around each other. Lisa was just a little unsteady, but we made it to the room without incident.
It was a very pleasant room with the dominant feature being the huge bed. Lisa commented, "I don't know why I was worried about sharing a bed. This thing could sleep a half a dozen people." I could only think about how great it was going to be being in the same bed with my lovely Lisa. Even though I only drank two beers, I was not used to drinking and had a slight buzz on.
I showered and got ready for bed first. Then Lisa went into bathroom and got ready. I normally slept naked and saw no reason to change that habit tonight. I climbed under the sheets of the over sized bed and awaited my beautiful aunt.
Lisa came out of the bathroom wearing a blue sheer nightie that just came down far enough to cover her gorgeous ass and matching panties. For a thirty seven year old woman she was one tight package. She stood about five feet four with legs that were longer than her height would dictate. Her legs were well formed, probably from the cycling that she did frequently. Lisa's breasts were her greatest asset. They were slightly larger than what would be considered ideal and the word perky seemed to be the best description. When she would wear a bikini they would stand out proudly with no sag that was perceptible. What I really loved were her hips. Her hips were very curvy and if they were slightly larger she would be considered voluptuous. Her waist was slim and taut with clear but soft definition to her abdominal muscles.
I had seen her dressed in similar outfits many times before. To her, I was not a sexual being and it was not necessary to be modest when she was around me. Lisa loved me as mother loves a son. She got into bed and after turning off the light said, "Goodnight, Sweetie".
"Goodnight" I responded.
She had no idea how seeing her in that outfit had sparked the lust in me. After a few minutes I said, "Lisa would you mind if I snuggle next to you?"
"Not at all, honey" she replied, "Scoot on over." She was lying on her right side with her back to me so I quickly moved over and got as close as possible, fitting my body to conform to hers and put my arm around her. I loved the feel of her soft body and gave her a little squeeze. I reached down and patted her firm bottom and said, "Nice Lisa." I left my hand lingering on her delicious butt for a moment and then put it around her waist. She reached behind to pat me on the butt and realized that I was wearing nothing.
"Billy, are you naked?" she asked.
"I've slept naked for years," I explained.
"Well O.K." she said, "I'm just not sure it's right."
