The Re-awakening.
written by:
Maureen

I found this narrative in a journal belonging to my late Aunt Maureen. She had obviously been deeply affected by the fling she had with an overseas visitor to one of her customers. My Aunt was a cleaning lady, and 'did' for a variety of people. She had never married and had enjoyed a career in a brokerage in the City. She had given that up relatively early, apparently after a scandal of some sort. She was comfortably off and decided to leave the business world and concentrate on helping the less fortunate. She was a well read, elegant lady, thoughtful and generous. Judging by what follows, she had the luck to find her 'one true love'. I do not think anyone close to her had any idea of any of this relationship.

The following is verbatim from her journal. No omissions or changes. This story although explicit is not laced with the usual vulgar terminology used to describe what is going on. My Aunt was no prude, but she was not given to profanities, so I think her story is the better for that. I like to think of this as more of a love story with descriptive prose. She called the journal "My Secret".

Maureens Journal. "My Secret"

Nov. 2nd 1976. Arrived at Bettys today. Met her son Anthony, from Canada. He seemed nice enough. Nice looking man. Tall with a goatee. He greeted me warmly and politely. I did Bettys place and then the three of us sat and enjoyed a nice chat and a coffee.

Nov. 3rd 1976. Awoke with thoughts of Anthony. Why? He's married with a family, kids of his own. I must admit though I found him a little flirty, and liked that. I hope I see him again.

Nov. 9th 1976. Back to Bettys, Anthony not there at first. He came in about an hour after I got there. Said he'd been for a walk on the Downs. He looked a bit flushed too. Said he was glad to see me again. I told him I love to walk. Again we had coffee when I'd finished. Then we took Bettys garbage to the bins at the back of the property. Anthony invited me to go for a walk with him one day. I told him I'd enjoy that and told him next week. He agreed. Then he asked me if I'd like to go to the pub tonight for a meal and a drink or two. I said yes. I asked him where he'd like to go. We settled on the Red Fox and I said I'd call for him about 7.30. I was like a schoolgirl!! That evening I bathed. I dressed up a bit, wore my long skirt and favorite blouse. drove to Bettys where Anthony was standing outside. Saw me and waved. I stopped, he got in and gave me a peck on the cheek. Nice. At the pub we chatted as we ate and drank. Got on well with him. He had a nice smile and easy manner and cute accent. He was telling me a risque joke and had his hand on my leg. He squeezed my leg when he finished. I laughed and touched his hand. Oh I like this man! We stayed til around 10.pm and then left the pub.

It was a cold night and the car had frosted up. We both scraped the frost off and then got in the car. I had the blower on to clear the windows and turned on the cars lights. Anthony reached across and turned them off. I looked at him, then he leaned toward me and kissed me on the mouth. Oh such a soft kiss. It had been a while. I liked it and kissed him back. He held me and I grabbed his face. We kissed for a long while. Then I drove back to Bettys and stopped. Before he got out Anthony said he'd like to see me again. That made me happy. I agreed.

Nov.10th 1976. Last night was wonderful. That man is filling my thoughts. I want to see him again. Well a busy day today.

Home now. there was a message from Anthony. Said he got my number from Betty. Hoped I didn't mind his calling. Mind! I am ecstatic. I phoned the number he left and reached him. We chatted for an hour. I said I'd meet him again tomorrow night.

Nov. 11th 1976. I'm excited to be seeing Anthony again so soon. Maybe I'll give him a peck on the cheek first this time. HaHa.

Nov. 12th 1976. I'm over the moon! The peck on the cheek turned into quite the night. I met Anthony outside Betty's place again, at about 6.30 PM. We hugged and I gave him the peck on the cheek. We drove to the local train station and there he bought tickets into the city. Told me we were having a really nice meal. The train trip took about 35 mins. During that time we sat side by side in a crowded compartment. He had his hand in my lap and I had mine in his. He leaned close at one point and told me I smelled wonderful. I put my mouth to his ear and told him that I thought he was getting hard. He laughed out loud!

From the station it was a short walk in the bustle of the city to a charming little restaurant called "Cafe de Paris". French in cuisine, and magnificently French in its appointments and staffing.

This was the first time I had been really out on a date since my Roger passed away. He has been gone just a year now. Roger and I were lovers, illicitly. He was married! We saw each other when we could.

Anthony was delightful company, attentive, polite and funny. I felt very comfortable with him and began to feel more than comfortable. I felt what I haven't felt for a long time. I felt the want of sex. After a lovely meal and lovelier wine we went for a walk along the riverbank. We held hands. We stopped under an ornate old lamp and Anthony pulled me closer, and kissed me. I returned his kiss willingly. Our bodies pushed together and I felt the fire below begin. I also felt the excitement Anthony was feeling. "Anthony, you are having a wonderful effect on me." I said as we pulled apart. "I have to say the same Maureen. You have stirred me magnificently". I looked down and saw his obvious excitement, tenting his trousers.

We decided to return to our town and take it further. On the train I could feel how excited I was getting. I kept my hand in Anthonys lap, gently pressuring his sex. Upon arrival at the station we hurried to my car and took off up the hill. "Anthony" I said, "you are coming to my place, we have things to discover". "My pleasure" he responded quietly. Once the garage door had closed we sat side by side, hearts pounding. In a flash we were in each others arms and groping at each other. I felt his very hard sex through his trousers and he was cupping my bosom as he kissed me on the lips, cheeks and neck. I broke away as his hand crept up my skirt. "Come on my boy! I have a nice comfortable bed inside." I panted, squeezing his sex as I did so.

Once inside with the doors locked and the shades drawn. We looked at each other hungrily. I took Anthonys hand and led him to my bedroom. I let go his hand and lay down. Anthony joined me. We rolled together, we kissed and wrapped our legs arond one another. Our hands touched, groped and discovered. I found myself under him with my skirt around my hips, he was undoing himself! "Anthony, Wait, wait, not like this, please, lets get undressed and get into bed please!" Anthony rolled away from me, "of course Maureen, what was I thinking". He stood up and I watched him undress. He was slimly built, but seemed fit enough. He dropped his trousers and shorts, stepped out of them and turned around. Oh my! His sex was rampant.

"Now Maureen I will undress you. Stand up". I did and stood close letting the tip of him brush my skirt. He undid my blouse and pulled it from my skirt. He opened it and stared happily at my full breasts nestled in a dark blue brassiere. He removed the blouse. He turned me and undid my skirt, which fell around my ankles. I stepped out slowly. His hands slid slowly round my waist from behind. They crept upward til they cupped and squeezed my bosom. I felt his sex pressed up against my bottom. I wriggled back into it. There was a sharp intake of breath from him and then his mouth descended onto my neck to kiss, suckle and lick me. He stepped back and I felt his fingers working on the clasp of my brassiere. He opened it and let go. I slipped the garment down my arms and let it fall. Then I turned to him. "Oh my God, they are so beautiful" he said and touched each breast and hard nipple gently. He slipped to his knees and began to draw my undies down. They also fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. He stayed on his knees and laid his head against my tummy. His fingers touched my pubic hair and he began to stroke it. I was on fire! He stroked deeper now, and I felt him touch my labia. My hands were in his hair now. He kissed my tummy and then gently went lower and lower. He kept contact with his fingers on my sex as he began licking my inner thighs. I fidgeted. It had been a long while. I took a wider stance letting Anthony have access to me. His thick, wet, warm tongue slithered to where his fingers had been and probed a little deeper. "You smell and taste delicious" he said as he pulled away. Then he returned to licking me as his fingers stroked my labial folds and ventured to the very tip of me. He touched my pleasure bud. I immediately flooded! "Oh God Anthony, oh, oh oooooh!" His tongue lapped it up. I pushed his head away fiercely. "Stop, please stop, Anthony, come to bed, make love to me, it's been so long, so long.

I pulled back the covers and slipped into my bed. I was on fire sexually for the first time in a long time. I wanted him. Anthony walked around to the other side and pulled the covers so he could slip in next to me. We embraced and we felt each others naked body. I ran my hands up and down his back as he kissed my neck and then each of my breasts in turn. I slid one hand between our bodies and found his sex. I held it and gently stroked it. It was very wet at the tip. I let him kiss me all over, his mouth and goatee exciting oh so many nerve endings. Then I lay on my back and pulled him toward me. He raised up and as he did my legs instinctively spread. I felt his fingers. I felt him position his sex against mine. "Oh Anthony, do it please do it. Do it now, go inside me" And I cradled his head between my hands. He looked down at me, smiled and then began sliding inside me. It felt wonderful! "Oh yes, oh yes" I breathed to him, "feels so good. Love me, love me Anthony". Anthony began stroking his sex in and out of me, we kissed, moaned and strained against each other. This was amazing. There seemed to be need on both our parts. I could tell that Anthony was ecstatic about being inside me and for my part I saw no need to have him stop. He continued his quiet slow lovemaking and then his pace quickened. "Maureen, my sweet I am nearly there, Oh God this feels good!" "Then go Anthony oh please go on. I want you to finish inside me". He stroked deeper and harder, I began seeing a few stars and rockets as he touched me inside. Then he moaned deeply, "Yes Maureen, yes, here I go. Oh thank God!" His next few strokes were very fast, then he grunted hard and I felt the force of his essence spurting into me. There were about five spasms before Anthony collapsed down on me. His smile was something to see. I was in heaven! "Thank you Maureen" he said as he brushed my face with his hand. "Thank you so much!". "Really Anthony, this has been my pleasure" I smiled as I said that. "But look at the time!" Anthony looked puzzled, "Time, why? Do I have to go?" "No my love I responded, I've just realised how much longer we have together until we have to get up. The night Anthony, is far from over".

13th Nov.1976. What a night! Anthony brought me to climax several times. He was skilled with his sex, his fingers and his mouth. He let me explore his body and find his sensitive spots. He found mine in no time at all. By morning I was a whimpering, wanton woman. All I wanted was more of him. Today I will not see him. He is off to visit a few of his cousins who live in the North. He'll call though later on, I know he will. He'll be back in three days. I simply cannot wait. The sad part is that in two weeks time he will be returning to his wife and family.

15th Nov. 1976. Anthony called last night. It was wonderful ti hear his voice. He said his cousins were making him very welcome and he was enjoying himself. He said that he missed me though. He said he can't believe how much he has been affected by meeting and making love to me! I told him I missed him very much and couldn't wait til he returns late tomorrow. He told me he was alone in his room and would be thinking about me all night. If not thinking then dreaming. I told him that I think of little else other than how his lovemaking was making me feel. He urged me to tell him more. I said the feeling of having him inside me was heaven. He replied that when he first went inside me it was as if all the waiting in his life was over and that he had found the one he had been searching for all his life. "It never felt like that ever before" were his exact words. I told him to be safe and to hurry back to me.

16th Nov. 1976. I miss that man. I laid in bed last night, touching myself, thinking of him. I probed inside like Anthony did. I played on my bud and like the naughty girl I am I brought myself to climax. I shuddered and cried out as the moment took me. Then I lay shaking and played with my nipples, wishing that my hands were his and the delicate pinches I gave myself, were him, nibbling me.

Another very busy day today. Three homes to attend. Thoughts of Anthony will keep me going. Hurry back my lover!

16th Nov. 1976. Back home after my busy day. There was a message on my machine from Anthony. He'll be arriving back in the city around seven o'clock and expected to be back at Bettys by eight pm. Said he'd call me when he got there. It is now six pm.

17th Nov. 1976. Oh goodness! Last night! Anthony called at 7.50 pm. I was so excited I could hardly speak. said he was going to freshen up and then have a meal with Betty, his Mum and would see her off safely to her bridge club. Then he would take a cab over to my little house. Expected to be here at 9.00-9.15. I cleared away my dishes and then went into my bedroom, stripped and then went and took a quick shower. I dried off, fixed my hair, and then decided on what to wear. It was a simple choice, not very much. I selected a dark red slip, and matching panty. Then my black silk robe and slippers. I loved the way my breasts felt in the slip. Swinging free, the nipples chafing against the delicate fabric. God, I was getting so moist again. A quick spritz of perfume and then I came in here. I sat and waited.

It was just after 9.15 pm when my doorbell rang. My heart leaped. I went to the door and pulled it open. There he was! A big smile on his face and a big bouquet of flowers in his hand, which he passed to me. "Oh Anthony, they are lovely" I said. "For a lovely lady" he said "who I am very happy to see again". I put the bouquet on the hall table for now. He took my hands in his and raised them to his lips and kissed them. "Maureen for the last few days I have been thinking a lot about you. I cannot tell you how you are making me feel". He lowered my hands and then leaned down to kiss me. I pulled my hands from his and flung my arms around his neck and just let the kiss happen. My heart was thumping wildly. We kissed deeply, passionately and finally came up for air. "Come on Anthony, get that coat off, come in and tell me all about your trip to your cousins". In truth that was the last thing I wanted to hear about. "Oh Maureen" he said "I have a bottle of wine in my coat pocket. I hope you like red. Let's sit, have a glass and chat. The cousins wait until later" I watched as he hung up his coat, I took the flowers into the kitchen and put them in a vase. Anthony came in with the wine and put it down. We were facing each other. He looked me up and down. "I like your choice of outfit for tonight Maureen, Very seductive" I loosened the sash on the robe. Anthony reached forward and pulled it undone and then slowly opened my robe and gazed hungrily at my bosom weighing heavily in my slip. "Gorgeous" was all he said before he pulled me toward him. His hands went round my waist. One of them dropped down and rested on my bottom. He pulled me close, my tummy against his. I pushed into him. I felt his excitement. I stared at him. "Anthony this is overwhelming you know, I've just met you and I feel I have to see you every day. Come into the living room". Hand in hand we went. To the sofa where we sat side by side. In seconds we were in each others arms again. Anthony opeend my robe and pushed it off my shoulders and then with a happy moan dropped his head to my cleavage. Oh that felt so good. He kissed from side to side and let his tongue slide up and down the cleft between my breasts. I dropped a hand into his lap as he started stroking my thighs. I felt him! Higher and higher his hand went. I grabbed his sex through his trousers and squeezed. By now he was scooping one of my breasts out of my slip and bringing it up to his mouth. I felt his lips on my nipple. He opened his mouth and drew as much of my flesh as he could into it, all the time worrying my nipple with his tongue.

I shifted my position slightly, allowing my legs to part. Anthonys hand found the lacy undergarment I had on and began to stroke it with his fingertips. For my part I went to his waistband and undid the clasp. Then I found the zipper and pulled it down a little. Anthony fell back against the sofa back as he released my breast. He let me unzip him fully. My hand went into his trousers and discovered that he wore no underpants. I gripped his sex and pulled it out. I must admit that it has been a long while since I did that. I looked at his phallus, Well shaped and very hard. His tip was wet. I held it, looked at Anthony and then lowered my head. "Oh yeah love!" he groaned. My lips touched him and my tongue tasted his emission. A little salty. "Maureen, will you, you know, take it in your mouth?" "Maybe just a little" I said. To be honest I had never taken a mans entire phallus into my mouth. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, letting my lips slide over the fleshy head part and then stopping to let my tongue taste him further. His emission was continuing and I enjoyed the taste. "Anthony, take off your sweater please". In response he pulled the sweater up and over his head. His body was nicely fit and I was drawn to his chest, which was covered with light hair. I gazed at his pink nipples as I held on to him and the let myself tongue each of them. I nibbled on them too. That set him off, he began to work his phallus back and forth in my hand. I drew back and returned to letting my mouth soothe him. Anthony relaxed. I let go of him. I stood up, went to the kitchen for the wine, glasses and a corkscrew and said "come on, there's work to be done".

I waited for him to enter the bedroom. He entered with his sex still sticking out of his trousers. "You are a tease, Maureen". "Hardly" I said, "theres no teasing at all, we both know what's going to happen tonight and for the next two weeks, so I propose we do it in as comfortable surroundings as we can find. I think that here will do very nicely." As I said that I slid my robe off and onto the floor. "Maureen, take your slip off," he ordered. As I did so, he removed his trousers socks and shoes. We stood close together holding hands. He led me to the bed. He lay down. "Come here little one, dangle those beauties over my face and let me have my way with them". I was now so comfortable with this man I think I would have followed him into Hell! He lay there on his back, smiling, completely excited and held out a hand for me. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his body. I raised myself and let my breasts start swinging. Then I moved up the bed and swung my bosom across his face. He let me do it a few times, then he stopped them with his hands and began, in turn, to suckle nibble and bite on both my breasts, all the while making me feel simply wonderful. As he sucked particularly hard on one, he let his fingers drift between my legs and he caressed my mound. He pushed and probed, God this was so good. "Touch me Anthony" I breathed at him. His fingers found their way inside my panty and he began to touch my labia. Then he dug up inside me. It was then that I had a purple moment, I felt a huge welling up of emotion and sexuality. Anthony was bringing me to climax, his fingers worked both deep and on the nub at the entrance to my sex. I gasped, I shuddered and shook as loves juices flowed through me, coated me and Anthonys fingers and my panty as I squealed with pleasure. I collapsed on him. He held me. "There my love, no more than you deserve" he spoke sweetly into my ear. "Oh God, can this be happening, can this go on and on and on Anthony?" "It can and it will" he said. I lifted my head "Yes I believe it will!"

I slid off the bed then and went into the bathroom. I discarded the panty. I was shaking with pleasure. He wanted me and I wanted him so much. How does this happen with someone who you do not know and who lives thousands of miles and many hours of flight time away. Tonight I thought is not the night to dwell on such matters. "Just enjoy yourself woman" I told myself.

Back in the bedroom, Anthony had opened the wine and poured two glasses. As I sat next to him he handed me one. "A toast" he said, "to a most amazing woman". We touched glasses and sipped. "A toast" I responded, "to the most amazing man I have ever met, which makes us an amazing couple". I reached out, stroked his chest and then ran my hand down to his phallus. He had lost some of the intensity of his erection, but as I held it and stroked it I felt it returning. I took a sip of wine. "I must do something for you now." I put down my glass. I turned a little on the bed and laid my head against his stomach, my mouth mere inches away from his phallus. I eased closer and opened my mouth to take some of him in. He lay there quietly as I explored my boundaries. My head moved further down him. I stopped every time after a little, to adjust myself to this new intrusion. Admittedly I liked the feel of it in my mouth, it was warm and hard. Anthony was aware of my reticence in this area and did not try to hurry the matter by exerting himself into me. I continued engulfing him until I felt him just touch the back of my throat. I stopped and decided to get used to the feeling of it being there and getting there. I therefore slowly let my head retrace its steps to the tip of him and then went back down again, a little faster this time. I did it again and again, faster and faster. I cupped Anthonys scrotum as I did so. Anthony was still but far from silent, his vocabulary consisted of "Oh Yeah baby, mmmm, yeah do that, ooooh mind those teeth, Oh god this is crazy". I held the base of him, and was crouched over him bobbing up and down. "Squeeze them Maureen, squeeze my balls'' he said, almost croaking. I did so. At that his whole body seemed to stiffen, his sex seemed to thicken and then he moaned, "Yeah here we go". Then something happened that exhilarated me. His essence began spurting from him, flooding my mouth, I swallowed some but could not keep up. He was climaxing white hot lava it seemed. I loved the taste and managed to get it all down without gagging, but it was close. When his eruption stopped his phallus began to shrink in my mouth. I withdrew my head and gave him a big smile. "You realise" he said, "that you have some of that dribbling down your chin". He rubbed his thumb across my chin as he spoke and then pushed it into my mouth. Delicious!

Here, I must admit that that was the first time for me. I had never fellated a man to completion before. I felt as I said earlier, exhilarated. Anthony was lying back smiling and holding me close to him. "That my love, was wonderful" he said stroking my hair. "I am completely fixated on you Maureen". "And I you" I replied. For the next half hour or so we lay there chatting about our lives. Anthony, I found was no stranger to dalliance and readily admitted as much. I mentioned a little about Roger being my lost lover. I did not admit however that I found Anthony so much more attentive and caring. (Not to mention a better lover by far). I wondered if I would lose him too. I hoped he would visit regularly. As I lay there watching and chatting, touching and stroking and being stroked in return, I let my hand slide down to Anthonys phallus again. It was limp and resting on his thigh. I touched the fleshy part and it twitched. I reached between his legs and caressed his scrotum. Anthony stretched on the bed and widened his legs. I maintained my attention and watched for the next minute or so as his beautigul organ stretched out and became erect again and very very hard. Anthony pulled me across his body. I spread my legs and straddled him. He held me by the bottom and squirmed so that the tip of him touched my entrance. I sat up put my hands on his shoulders and slowly squirmed my own way onto him. He was completely inside me when I began riding up and down on him. I was on fire again. My vagina squeezed against him and I delighted in the feel of him as I moved up and down. i was now making love to him, I call it that, this was more than sex. This was lovemaking as it should be. I felt i was nearing a climax and told him by grabbing his shoulders and bearing down on him. "Oh yes my sweet Maureen" was all I heard until the fireworks began. I lay my head back and screamed as my pleasure rippled through me. What I said I have no idea. Anthony held me by the hips tightly until my moments had passed. Then he grunted and pushed very hard up into me. I began to ride with him. His phallus felt magnificent. I was stretched to my limit I think. Then he grunted again and again and again and then roared out a mighty "Yesssssssss"! His essence again splashed into me, several times. He stopped, ran his hands up my back and pulled me down. "Good Lord, woman, you are going to be the death of me"! I kissed him hard, and said, "I hope not, we've just begun, haven't we?"

18th Nov. 1976. Anthony just left. A night I will never forget. A man I refuse to forget and will see again and again for as long as he is here. He says his plans are to visit his Mother every year on her Birthday for 2-3 weeks. I want that. I want him, even if he is someone elses! When he is here, he is mine. When he's gone I will wait. When he's here I will devour him!

Dear readers, after I had finished this last journal entry I turned the page. On the next page was a letter from Anthony, handwritten in elegant script, dated just after he returned to Canada that year. There were also Christmas and Birthday cards for several years along with what must have been cards from bouquets of flowers for Valentines days. Whether Maureen responded I'll never know. I did note however that his envelopes bore a return address. I did some research and found that there was an Anthony ********** still at the same address. Another search unearthed a telephone number. I battled with myself as to whether or not I should call. I reckoned that the man would be in his seventies by now if not more. I did call. It was Anthony who answered. I told him who I was and that my Aunt Maureen had passed away and that I had found her journal and that she had mentioned him. "Maureen was such a sweet lady" he said "we had wonderful times". I told Anthony that the journal was a very personal account of some of their time together and contained letters and cards from him. "Oh my" he said, "she kept all that stuff?". "She did " I replied "I think from her writing that she was very much in love with you". There was a pause. "Yes, we were very much in love, we saw each other for years".

"Would you like the Journal," I asked, "I think it belongs with you. She belongs with you. No one else needs to know about you and My Aunt" "Yes I would like that very much. I am alone now and Maureens words would be a great comfort to me. Thank you. Oh! what did you say your name was young lady" "Maureen" I replied, as tears streamed down my face.