Aunt Tina, Recovering Slut Vol. 02

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.

This is a direct continuation of Volume 1. You do need to read it to understand this story. It's 14500 words. You can find it by clicking on my story link, just below my username above. I hope you enjoy my story.

Aunt Tina, Recovering Slut Vol. 2

Chapter One

I couldn't quite believe my ears. Was Gabe suggesting ...? "You want to bring him home for me? You'd do that?" I asked him. I was sort of in shock. I had entertained the idea, in a fantasy sort of way, but had not seriously considered it. I heard him stammer. "Well ... I ah ... if that's what you would like then I umm ... yeah."

I thought for a few moments and replied. "What if I don't want to?"

A much more confident voice replied. "Then I will come home and use you myself."

I smiled. "Do that then." There was a pause and an exhale and then he replied. "Will do."

Gabe called me again the next morning while I was driving to work. "Hey," he said and then paused where you might insert a term of endearment. He'd used them in the last few weeks, but it was sort of an unconscious thing. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

I thought for a moment. "Umm ... no. Why?"

His voice brightened. "Well, I thought I'd take my lady friend out on a date tonight. Would you like that?" If I hadn't been driving, I think I would have closed my eyes and melted a little. "I'd really like that, hun."

"That's terrific!" he replied excitedly. "I'll be home around two-thirty and I'll have a dress and shoes picked out for you." I sighed. "That sounds wonderful. I can't wait."

"Great! Okay, babe, I'll see you later. Bye!" He called me babe. I loved it.

I arrived home around five-thirty to find him already showered and dressed. I could hear the dryer running, no doubt with a load of his work uniforms.

He was wearing a pair of navy blue slacks with a light grey shirt and a dark grey sports coat. God, he looked good. He met me at the door with a kiss. He took my lunch bag and purse and walked me to our bedroom door.

"Don't dally, dinners at seven-fifteen." He was positively glowing and all I wanted to do was kiss him.

On my bed was my red dress. I smiled. Every woman has or should have a dress like my red one. The show-stopper dress.

It was strapless and came down to about four inches from my knee. With the red peep-toe slingbacks he'd picked out, I was bound to get a lot of dirty looks tonight.

Next to my dress was my overnight bag. I lifted the flap and saw that he'd already filled it with everything he'd need for an overnight stay somewhere.

I looked back to see him leaning against the door frame, with a wicked grin. "Yeah, we won't be coming home tonight, so pack your toothbrush."

I grinned back. "This sounds like my kind of date." I watched this man, who seemed to grow more confident by the day, walk up to me. He took my face gently in his hand and kissed me tenderly. He pulled back and smiled. "I guarantee it."

***

There's nothing like watching your man's eyes go wide when you step out looking good. Gabe was on the couch with his phone when I walked out of the bedroom. He set it aside and stood.

"Whoa. You look amazing." The awed look on his face said volumes. The red shoes had been bought specifically for this dress and they are my only pair with a five-inch stiletto heel.

"We're not going dancing, are we?" I said with a slight smile. "These aren't dancing shoes."

The lustful look he gave me made me shiver. "Not vertically," he said softly. He walked up to me, put his arm around my back, and pulled me in for a kiss. It felt amazing.

The bodice of the red dress is itself a bustier and is designed to be worn without a bra. Consequently, there is some serious cleavage visible. It certainly seemed like he was enjoying it.

I handed him my collar. "This goes well with my dress I think." I was surprised when Gabe frowned and then tossed it over his shoulder. "Whether you are wearing it or not, you are mine." He said it as a statement of fact and went back to admiring me in the dress.

"You look good enough to eat," he said seductively. I handed him our overnight bag. "Hold that thought, sailor."

***

You could have knocked me over with a feather when we pulled up to the front of the Four Palms resort in Cocoa Beach. I turned to him as we pulled into the valet parking lane.

"Are you serious?" I said excitedly. He just smiled. "I thought you were supposed to be saving money."

He looked over at me. "I'm sorry. I should have done this weeks ago. I'll do better in the future." I sighed. "You don't have to. You spend time with me, you cook for me, and you're pretty darn good in the sack. I've got no complaints."

The valet opened my door and Gabe was around the car in a flash, to help me out. His Mustang sits a little low so getting out without flashing the goods is tricky in heels and a short dress, but we managed.

We picked up our room keycard and headed for the restaurant. It was a little surreal being here with Gabe. This hotel and I have ... history. Though it had been a few years since my last visit.

When we were seated, Gabe held my chair for me. I'll say one thing for my sister and her husband, they raised Gabe right. As he pushed in my chair he leaned over and kissed the side of my neck. 'You smell terrific." I gave him a sly smile.

Our table was against the wall, and we sat next to one another instead of across. We could see across the entire dining area. I could feel his eyes on me. After we had been at our table for a few minutes and the wine had been poured Gabe held out his hand with a grin.

I smiled. "What?" I watched him mouth the word. "Panties."

My eyes went wide. "Now?" He nodded. "Now." I shifted nervously in my chair. "Gabe, I don't ..." His hand settled over mine. Our eyes met and he was not smiling. "Do it, now," he growled. I sighed and melted a little inside. This young man just seemed to get more and more confident in every way, and I wanted to please him so much. I smiled at him and nodded.

I took my time, and I was able to squirm around enough to slip my panties off without much fuss. The tablecloth helped a lot. I tried to hand them to him under the table, but he just smiled and held his hand out again where it had been. I couldn't believe it. My panties were red satin with black lace trim. Should someone see us, there's no way they could be mistaken for anything else.

I looked him in the eyes, and they were resolute. I handed him my panties. Without a care, he lifted them to his mouth and breathed deeply. Then he tucked them into his breast pocket and left just a hint of them sticking out, as though they were a handkerchief. God, it was so bold.

We had a delightful dinner. The food was served in courses and like most "gourmet" meals, served in tiny portions. It was sumptuous and decadent. At the end of our meal, the waiter came by and let us know that the bill had been taken care of and wished us a good night. Gabe smiled as if he wasn't even surprised, handed the waiter some cash, and thanked him. I saw the waiter's eyes notice Gabe's handkerchief that wasn't a handkerchief, and his eyes got wide for a moment.

"Taken care of?" I whispered in his ear as we walked to the elevators. I felt his arm around my waist. He smiled. "One of the chefs here is a Coast Guard reservist." We arrived at the elevator, and he pushed the call button. "He does his weekend drills on either of the two cutters here when we're in-port. We got to talking last weekend when we were preparing dinner for the duty section, and he suggested I bring you here."

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. He hit the button for our floor and turned to me. The intensity of his look gave me a shiver. He bent and kissed me lightly. "I've always wanted to do it in an elevator. Are you game?" he whispered.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe if we were going to the hundred and tenth floor but we're only going to the ..." the elevator dinged as we arrived on the fifth floor.

***

Gabe unlocked the door and held it for me. The room was beautiful and the standard here at the Palms. A main sitting area with double doors into an opulent bedroom, with a large ensuite. "I don't suppose your chef friend has any pull with the ..."

"Shhh." He whispered in my ear from behind me. "Don't move."

I froze. I recognized his tone of voice and my hands trembled. I felt his hands slide up my arms. "As I understand it, it is a long-held tradition for a gentleman to take his slut to a hotel to fuck." His hands began to pull down the zipper of my dress. Slowly, so slowly.

"How many times have you been fucked in a hotel room, my lovely slut?" he asked softly. I know what and who I am, and I am not ashamed. Perhaps there are some things that happened that I was not able to control, but that is not the same. I pulled my shoulders straight. "Many times."

He moved close and kissed my bare shoulder, before moving to my neck. "How many times in this hotel?"

I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Many." I felt his hands slide up and slip into the bodice of my dress and cup my breasts. He squeezed them roughly and I moaned out loud. "Do you like being back in a hotel room?" he growled. I pushed my ass back into him and I could feel his hardness. I didn't know how to answer his question. A big part of me was glad. Part of me reveled in the pure sexual abandon that I had experienced in hotel rooms just like this one.

The other part could not help but feel a measure of embarrassment. He must have sensed this because he quickly spun me. Our eyes met, and he kissed me fiercely. His hands slid under my arms and pushed my dress down. I felt it slide down around my ankles and I stood there in my fuck-me heels and not another stitch. There was no shame here. Just desire.

He took my hand, helped me step from my dress, and walked me to the sofa in the sitting area. I sat down on the sofa, and he stepped up to me and smiled. I unbuckled his belt and took his pants down to find him hard for me. He'd trimmed, which I always appreciated. I slid my hands down his shaft. I've always loved the sight and feel of a cock in my hands and his most of all. I looked up into his eyes and licked up his length. His eyes closed and he smiled contentedly. I took him in my mouth and began to suck gently. I knew by now how he liked it.

I felt him peel off his shirt and I looked up over his trim torso and enjoyed the masculinity of it. The small amount of hair on his breastbone extended down to his navel. The smell of him. I felt his hands twist into my hair and his hips began to thrust. "Oh baby, that feels so good. I never want it to stop." He moaned to me.

It must have taken a herculean effort of self-control to step back from me when he did. His eyes were wide, and he was breathing heavily. He held his hand out to help me up. I stood and he walked me to the end of the couch and lifted my left leg onto the arm of the sofa. I grabbed the back of it. I felt his cock slide between my legs, and he grabbed my hair. I shuddered when he whispered, "This is how a proper slut is fucked in a hotel room, wouldn't you agree?"

I moaned as his cock slid inside me. Between the two of us, there was more than enough lubrication and he slid all the way inside my sticky cunt. It felt so fucking good. "Yes, baby. This is how I want it." I felt Gage shudder, and he began thrusting into me in a measured staccato. I honestly don't know if it lasted a minute or an hour. In just a few strokes I was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation, lost in the act of two animals rutting in pure sexual need. He slammed into me over and over, our bodies making wet slapping sounds as we grunted and wailed with each impact. His arm slid around me, and I felt his fingers flicking over my clit. My heart raced and I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.

When I felt his hand tighten in my hair and he began pulling I screamed at him. "Yes, fucking fill my cunt, baby. Do it! Give your loving slut what she wants!" Talking like that always sends us both to another level of arousal and I love doing it.

"Yes!" he moaned loudly. When his orgasm rolled through him, he circled my waist with his right arm, pulling me tightly into him and he slowed to fully enjoy the sensations. I felt his cum blast into my womb. A half dozen powerful jets. Very often this will also make me cum, but I didn't this time. I was not disappointed. I felt his forehead on my back, and I turned and held him. We were both covered in sweat. Our eyes met. "You're so good to me." There were words after that that I almost said. Words for another day maybe.

He smiled, catching his breath. "You deserve it. You always have."

***

The room was big enough that it included a garden tub big enough for two. He got the water darn near scalding just like I like it and we settled in for a soak. He lounged and I slipped my leg over his and laid down under his arm with my head on his chest. The tub was just big enough for this. Taller folk would have had problems.

As we settled in Gabe was the first to speak. "So, ..." again the pause where a term of endearment might fit, "about what I asked you yesterday."

I looked up at his face. "Mmhmm." He cleared his throat. "From our early conversations, I knew that in the past you were used to having multiple partners. So, I umm ..." I felt his left hand caress my back, and his right lay gently on my forearm.

I felt him sigh resignedly. "I'm pretty much winging this, you know. There is no Idiot's Guide for the Care and Feeding of Your Slut. I know, I checked." His voice was light but serious. I couldn't help but giggle. I kissed his chest.

"You are doing great. I've loved every minute, I swear. And you are right, I have had multiple lovers in the past. Both of my husbands were of the type to pick out lovers for me and bring them home whenever they wanted." I squirmed a bit on his body. "I admit, I enjoyed it, most of the time. Fuck, I loved it."

I pushed myself up so that I could look him in the eye. "But I don't think I want that anymore." His face was as serious as mine. "Why the change of heart?" he asked. I laid my head back down on his chest.

"There's an old saying. 'If you do what you've always done; you'll get what you've always gotten.' Look at me, I'm nearly fifty, and I have no one. No family that really speaks to me aside from my mother, no children, no husband."

I pushed myself up to a sitting position and watched him enjoy the water running off my breasts. "All I have is you." I looked into his eyes. "And you're all I want."

There was a moment when I thought I caught a tear in his eye, but he turned onto his side and leaned in to kiss me. "That sounds great to me."

***

After that, we washed one another and walked naked to the bed. We turned the lights out and climbed in together. The only light was a bit of moonlight that came in through the nearly sheer curtains. For the first time in my life, I made love in a hotel room.

***

Chapter Two

I lay there in bed for a long time watching her sleep after my circadian clock woke me around five a.m. An occupational hazard of being in the service, sadly. I really have to be exhausted to sleep much past that.

I was trying to take stock of what I was feeling. I've had crushes before, but I've never been in love. Well, I'd never felt like this before, whatever it was. Was it really love, or just the constant rush of dopamine from having so much sex?

"I can feel your eyes on me," she whispered. I saw a small smile on her face. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." I watched her roll onto her side and pull the sheet down to bare her breasts. "It's okay, it's a strange bed. I never sleep all that well in hotels." I had to agree.

I rolled toward her and kissed her deeply and set my hand on her tit. She moaned softly. She pushed me off. "Hold that thought, sailor, I gotta pee."

I heard her urine stream in the toilet, the flush, and then the water in the sink turned on. She came out a few minutes later with the last of her make-up cleaned off and her hair brushed. She walked up to my side of the bed and climbed up to straddle my waist. She was smiling. "You owe me an orgasm," she whispered. I reached up and grasped her tits firmly.

She began rolling her hips, and my cock began sliding under her labia. She grinned at me. "Is there a soccer game today?" She reached down and guided me into her pussy. When I was fully inside her, she paused like we always did in this position. Just to enjoy the moment.

"No, the World Cup is over. Today is college football." I groaned. "What time are the games? She said as she slid up and down on my cock. My heart was racing. "Most games start at noon, and others at two-thirty, others later on."

She began breathing hard and her eyes closed. She almost always came when she rode me cowgirl style. Especially with some judicious attention to her breasts. "Sounds like a ... ugh, perfect day." She moaned.

***

A few days later I left for another patrol. Rather than leave my car on base, Tina dropped me off that morning. I had no idea that goodbye was going to be so hard. There was so much I'd wanted to say, but I didn't know how. In just eight weeks, we'd gotten so close.

We said goodbye at the car. She didn't want to watch the ship leave. We kissed and stared into each other's eyes. "Be safe out there will ya? I've kinda gotten attached to you. It would be a huge hassle to find a new roommate," she said softly.

I smiled. "Yeah, he probably wouldn't cook for you." She hugged me. "Or hold me at night. Gabe listen, this has gone way further than I ever thought it would, we need to ..."

I smiled and kissed her. "Listen, I'll be back in a couple of months. We can use the time to figure this out. We'll talk after." She smiled sadly and nodded. I changed the subject and tried to lighten the mood.

"I bought fresh batteries for you. They should get you through this patrol," she laughed but tears weren't far behind. "You're always so thoughtful." We pressed our foreheads together. "I have to take care of my slut." Then I kissed her, picked up my bags, and turned down the pier. It was the hardest hundred yards of my life.

***

Eight weeks doesn't sound like a long time. The size and type of Coast Guard Cutter I'm on can only hold six weeks' worth of fuel and provisions at a maximum. It would usually require a pit stop at a Navy base somewhere to reprovision and refuel to stay out longer. So, for us to do patrols as long as the Navy ships do, just isn't possible. But our patrols are frequent. We're away from home two hundred and thirty days a year at a minimum.

We work hard when we are underway. Most crew members put in sixteen-hour days, every day. The Culinary Specialists, like me, are up at 4 a.m. and work until 8 p.m. Sometimes, Sundays are easy, but the crew must still be fed, and the galley still has to be spotless. If we aren't doing search and rescue, law enforcement boardings, or searching for drug runners, we are running drills for every possible emergency that can arise on a ship.

Happily, this pace doesn't leave you a lot of time for dwelling on your problems at home. But every night in my rack, Tina was on my mind. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm not sure of that, but it certainly does make what the heart truly feels, clearer. And then you have to figure out how to deal with that. That was the tough part for me.