A Retreat (LordLuck and BlackTeen)

LordLuck

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The roar of the diesel engines was loud, but finally the breaks hit, and glueing the axis togheter the train stopped grinding down to a halt over the trainstation in the english countryside. The day was grey, with heavyset clouds hanging above the city. Heh, to call this hamlet a city was doing too much of a grace to it. No, it was but a village, a small place hidden in the hills where she had come to find herself peace and quiet, so long ago.

Trevor stood up, took upon his luggage, and walked off the train into the station. There was movement, as some others did walk off - the city of Ravenbrooke but another touristic spot, with it's runied castle and the seemingly marvelous trails in the woods and groves about the green, rolling hills. A savage part of England if there was ever any. He took a hand to his hair, adjusting himself, and looked over the platform - all moved away from the steel monstrosity of the locomotive. Taking his time, he noticed a group of elderly women chuckling, a girl hooking up with a boy that could only be her boyfriend, a smiling newspaper seller in it's nearby booth, chatting to a middle aged man. He could not see her.

Where could his Aunt be? There had been so long since he had seen her, heard her soft chuckles. Retrieving a picture from his coat's pocket, the young man had her likeness - more than 12 years ago - engraved on his mind. Had she changed at all? He wandered, aimlessly, as he tried to find her. He could not recall her voice.
 
Sophia was late... and that made her unhappy. She had to go to the filming location in a hurry because there had been an argument between the directr and an actress in a movie she was producing. Damn she hated those moments. And now she was late for Trevor's train. It would be nice to see him again. He had always been such a nice boy, gentle and sweet ; great kid, the kind of kind which sometimes had made her regret not to be able to have one. And at 36 it was no clear that she won't have any. Her husband was OK with that ; Mike was so much busy with his job that he wouldn't have time for a child anyway. Well then, it was Trevor coming to see her... behind his parents' back. That made Sophia smile. How ironic. The little kid they always tried to protect was sneaking behind them. She was sure that her sister and her husband had never told him why they broke every tie with Sophia. That had been so sad, but it's life and they never accepted her choices.
Time had now passed, and Sophia had too. She lad let down her curly blond hair from that time and returned to her natural straight auburn, that she wore long to mid-back. Her tanned skin was still soft, although some little wrinkles at the edge of her emerald eyes showed her age. And she was taking care to work out and keep her slender, almost thin body. On that sunny day, she was wearing a light thin red dress, spaghetti straps, that was clinging to her body, to her braless breasts, to her firm butt. Her smooth bare legs went down to little sandals.
She came to the station and stopped her white convertible and ran to the platform. In the blink of an eye, she recognized him. Yes he had grown up, and mre than just a little. He was now a good looking young man, no more a boy. She waved at him, smiling broadly, and took her sunglasses off, walking towards him.
- Hi Trevor, welcome in Ravenbrooke.
She hugged him tight.
 
There was suddenly a woman that shone in the dark day. Her dress called up his attentions certainly, and boy, when she lifted her glass, Trevor almost instantly fell in love with her. She was so gorgeous, so deliciously beautiful any man would desire her at once. She smiled at him, so the young man smiled back at her, and then, she spoke.

Welcome. She hugged him then, and his arms instinctivelly hugged her back. He could feel her feminine scent. "...Who..." He started, almost asking who was she, but then, her voice, her eyes triggered his mind. "...Auntie Sophia?" He started, a smile spreading in his lips.

It was her, his mother's sister. Now she looked so alike to his mother despite everything, but truth be told, Sophia was more alluring in her dress and movements than Helicent had ever been. Trevor hugged her back, his hands lacing around her waist.

Kissing her cheek gently, he smiled. "I missed you. It's been so long, Aunt." He exclaimed excitedly. His hands almost fondled her as if she was any woman he'd pick up at a party.
 
Sophia was very happy to meet him again. She let him take her hand and began walking towards the parking lot, asking questions, how life was going on, how was the family, why he had to come form some time in Ravenbrooke, what was he doing in life now, and everything. So many years away from a family could mena hours of chatting to be up to the latest news. She never said a word about that breaking, about that terrible moment when her sister said she didn't want to see Sophia again.
Listening to Trevor's answers, she guided him to her car, opened the trunk and get to sit behind the wheel.
 
The young man walked by and beside her, but there was little else he could reach for her. The chat was superfluous, but he enjoyed the heat of her palm against his, how her she lead him on. "...Family is well, sure." He told her gently, and life was good, despite the last outburst that had him sent away.

Could it be even similar to the reason why Aunt Sophia had been cast out to never again be seen at his home? He was a little troubled, but stood quiet as he lifted the luggage into the trunk. Closing it with a click, the young man walked to seat besides her, smiling.

"Do you life far away, aunt?" He asked her gently, trying not to stare at her bosom. He knew some to notice they hung nicely on the sheer weight of it against the dress' laces. She wore no bra.
 
Sophia caught his gaze but said nothing. She was used to men looking at her b-cup cleavage. That made her smile as she turned the motor on, driving outside of the parking lot.
- Just at the edge of town. Mike and I have a house on the lake's, besides the forest. You'll love it.
She was driving fast, the wind was messing with her hair and making her dress cling tighter to her thin body.
- What did you say to your parents Trevor? Where are you supposed to be. They don't know you're here, so what happened and what did you tell them?
 
There came the question he did not want to awnser. He simply smiled, nodding. Was she was still with Mike? He had liked his uncle in previous days, but never as much as aunt Sophia. Taking his time, he looked up towards her eyes.

"They say I should be working harder on College, so I came here in way to see some friends and talk to them about it. Far far away." He chuckled. "...They expect me to run country for months already." He told her with a smile, enjoying the countryside.
 
- Well, if you are OK with that, we'll talk about college and your future... (she giggled) but not now. Now it's the time to entertain you with your discovery of Ravenbrooke...

She took a large curve and suddenly there it was, alarge lake glistening under the sun. The house was standing there. Sophia was kinda proud of the house. her career and Mike's earnings allowed them to buy a very large and comfortable place. There would be room enough for Trevor to hang around without any annoyance of course.
Once the car was parked in the alley, she made him a little tour of the house, the main building with their own quarters, the little side bungalow where Trevor could live. The park and the lake border. There was the forest next to the property too. No one in sight, no house overlooking on them, ti was a very clam place. Contrary to what the external might say, the house was fully arranged with all the modern stuff one could think off, from wifi access to home cinema, gaming room, domotic stuff, surveillance system, and everything.
Sophia explained that Mike may be away for his work for another day or two, he's so often travelling with all his responsibilities.

- Well, I'll let you take your place here, install yourself, open your luggage and rest a bit. The trip must have been quite long. It's 5 o'clock, let's say that you have 3 hours before cmoing for the supper on the terrace in the back of the house... Anything you need? I asked the maid to put fresh sheets and clean towels and everything, you should be OK.
 
He nodded towards her, well aware that was possibly something he had to offer his current hosts about. He would not be too confortable speaking about his immediate future, but he relished the chance of actually having someone that cares speaking to him about it.

"The city looks goods." Albeit it was little to no resemblance to a city. Despite it all, he enjoyed quite so much the lake-side view, and yet some more, sighing in delight once he noticed where his aunt had managed to carve herself a fine living, it seems. She made money, that was quite clear. He thanked the ride, taking his luggage as he walked with her, learning everything about the little place and what could be taken for a quite extensive property.

"I did not think you guys ever made so much money." He told her with a confession, but smiling all the same. "...I-I did not come to seek you out for this, you know, auntie?" He told her gently. He then nodded.

"I think I can take my place... where? Back at the little bungalow? Could you show me my room, Aunt Sophia?"
 
- Oh you know, Mike's has in way in finance. And as for myself, I made my trajectory in a very lucrative business.
Sophia giggled.
- Oh please Trevor you're a grown boy now, you don't need someone to shwo you your room anymore. Take the bungalow for you, install yourself, take a shower, be ready for supper... I leave you here.
And there, just between the bungalow and the main house, she kissed him on the cheeck before entering the house. Sophia let her thoughts run a moment about Trevor. he had been growing well, becoming a handsome young man. And definitely his mother never told him about Sophia's way of life ; she so much despised it that she never spoke about it since the day both had that argument.
Sophia called the maid, asked for the supper being ready at the announced time. She also needed a shower before that moment. So she went to her quarters upstairs. She let her dress fall on the floor, standing there in her white thong only, looking at herself in the mirror. Yes she made no more appearances in the movies, she was a producer now, but her body still looked great. She sighed when remebering how she was at Trevor's age. She walked to her window, the venetian blinb allowing her to watch outside by pulling a bit on them, without being seen. Yes, she could overlook the bungalow, and Trevor didn't seem to realize that she could see almost all of the rooms. There he was in his bedroom, opening his luggage. Sophia bit his lip, realizing the effect of that young muscular guy on her. She giggled, feeling like a little girl seeing a man for the first time. Mike wasn't like that anymore ; still very handsome but not that young powerful wilderness. Oh, sweet trevor, aunt Sophia will take care of you... very closely.

Sophia slid out of her thong and wen to her bath, feeling the hot water around her skin, envelopping her in such a coomfortable way. The scent of her bath, her naked body, her thoughts, and her memories of hugging a young handsome man, all that made her mind run wild. Her bath was longer than expected because her hands made her cum hard. She always knew how to find the spots that made her react, and she always loved to do it in the water.

Sophia put on a dress that she really appreciated and then went to the terrace. Table was set, and she could smell the aromas of a delicious meal. She leaned back in her chair, a glass of sweet white wine in her hand, and took a sip form it. Trevor should be here soon.
 
He blushed at that last comment. What should he do? Well, he nodded, smiling back towards her as she dissaperead into the house. Walking back into the smallish bungalow, he had to say... it was not like the larger house, but still it would be enough. There was a couple of rooms, and a very cozy bedroom. Trevor smiled as he started to undo the luggage, stripping himself naked in but moments, ignoring his aunt's prying eyes.

Damn, she was hot. Way hotter than he had ever thought her to be. Was that because he had been just a young boy at that moment when she stopped seeing his mother? Or did something else happened? Speaking of which, he had to talk to Sophia about work. What did she ever do - the lucrative business she spoke about - to have such a confortable living? Nothing short of four digits to keep this level of living up.

How he ached to touch himself, to stroke his thick manhood thinking about her! She had mentioned a maid, maybe she too could become a girl for him to hook up with. The girls of Ravenbrooke were not as pretty as he'd like, but there must be someone to keep him company around here. How the young man ignored the woman that would take good care of him was just nearby! Taking a long shower, he scrubbed the dirt and sweat of the trip, finally dressing himself up in some cozy sweatpants and a simple blue t-shirt.

There was a little frigobar in the room, so he searched it, finding a soda. Taking a sip, he did tuck his clothes upon the otherwise empty wardrobe. The trip took it's toll, and Trevor grew relaxed. Mike wasn't home, so maybe he should just hang around with Sophia. Talk, watch a movie, perhaps. He walked towards the terrace, then, and smiled. There was no doubt, however, that he did ate Sophia under her dress.

"I'm back." He smiled as he approached. "This place is awesome." He said simply as he took his place right beside her.
 
Sophia smiles at him, motionning him towards the chair on the opposite side of the table. Another person came into view at that moment. A young woman, aorund mid 20's, short, being not over 5'2'', with a bit of plumpiness, giving her ample and gorgeoux bossom and breasts. She had a pale complexion, blond hair and brown eyes, along with a shy smile. And she wore traditionnal french maid clothes.
Sophia introduced them...

- Trevor, meet Justine. She's from France and works for us as a maid for almost one year now. And she does it very well. Justine, please bring my nephew a glass of wine too please. And you then can go on with the "entrée".

While Justine went in order to pour a glass of wine, Sophia turned to her nephew, leaned forward over the table, and whispered to him "She's such a great cook too, you'll be delighted. but I have to ask you one thing, don't try anything with her please, she had a difficult childhood and she's trying to move on in life."

Justine came back with the glass and gave it to Trevor with a shy awkward smile, then she turned back towards the kitchen. The flavours came outwards to the terrace as she brought two plates.
 
There was a sudden serenity in the air as Justine walked into the room. He had to blush at his aunt's remark. And shamed himself for having had not long ago thoughts about seeing a girl around, even if a maidservant. "...Of, of course I won't do nothing, aunt!" He said, troubled.

Still, he had to smile towards Justine. She was beautiful, well round, delicious even to any regard. Buxom and plump-like, she was a different sort of gorgeous, different from his aunt, Sophia. And he liked it. "...Do you make her wear it? I never... never seen no-one dressed like that before around." He confessed. Damn, either Sophia made lots of cash - enough to maintain that sort of frivolous attire in her servants - or he had walked into a different world altogheter.

He did reach for the glass, taking a soft sip... before noticing his aunt had not moved on the drink and food already. He halted, slowing down his movements.
 
Sophia giggled, smiling gently at her nephew.

- Please, eat before it gets cold...

And she took a first bite of the delicious plate. She then took her glass.

- Cheers sweetheart.

She was looking right into his eyes, saying this. And the glasses cling together.

- Well, I asked her for a kind of uniform, a work outfit, and we came to this one. She's not always dressed like this. When we got guests and she wants to impress and make a good impression, Justine often puts that on. But she could also be met in much more casual clothing, if for example she's cleaning the house. She's very gentle and nice, a bit shy maybe and not really talkative. Just don't bother her please.

A bit of eating, of drinking. She was doing this slowly, the little morcels being pushed between her gorgeous red lips.

- So, how was the life you went away from? Besides the conflict with your parents. Any hobbies? Girls? Tell me everything Trevor.
 
Trevor took his time, sipping more of the glass before he started to eat. And indeed, it was delicious. Did Justine cook as well as serving the tables? It seemed rather evident, but the taste of the meat was simply delicious. Juicy. "It... Its good!" He complimented the maid when he saw her again.

Turning towards his most alluring aunt, he thought. How much of his life should he surrender to her? She wanted to hear it all, so he had to think. "Well, honestly..." He started, clearing his throat before speaking. "I had an argument with Mom before leaving. I'm alright with Dad, but he might be pissed off now that I've left them."

He looked towards the pool that stood behind the house. It was so beautiful, well-encrusted along the the grassy knoll that went down all the way towards the lake they had seen when coming to the house.

"I had a bad fallout with my ex..." He smiled shyly. "...I'm fully free an inhibited, then. I still want someone, though. You know... to share things with."
 
"Yes, I must admit that my sister can be a real witch when she comes to it. "

Sophia was allsmiling, all caring. She listened and aproved.

"Your dad's not a bad man, but he tends to be dominated by the bad temper of the dragon he lives with. She should get a bit less tensed and open herself a bit."

She listened more. Leaning back on her chair, letting the dress cling to her small curves. Justine came to take off the plates and bring the main course, including the move from the sweet white wine to the red wine that was better with meat.
Sophia was stil looking into Trevor's eyes.

"My poor sweetheart. A young heart could be broken so easily. You don't know how many guys broke mine. but it always get repaired at the end. You want to tell me more about her? Or about what you're looking for?"

She giggled, leaning forward and talking less loud, like someone exchanging confidences.

"Yes, tell me what kind of girl you'rel looking for. What you expect. I might happen that we find someone here around that will suit you. I know a lot of people here, and among them a lot of nice grils you know."
She ended this with a wink and a mischievous smile.
 
He smiled at her, taking his time to chuckle softly when she refeered to her sister. Well, indeed his mother could be quite a bitch of the worst sort when something got to her nerves. He could not really tell why this time. And he simply nodded. His father was, indeed, one that avoided almost all confrontations that his mother's mood dragged on and about.

"Well, she's a beautiful dragon." He pointed out, chuckling, as the conversation went on. He smiled to the servant, diving eagerly into the food, relishing the delicious spyces that had been worked into the meat.

"Hmmm... Well..." He started, staring deep into her eyes. He wanted her, that was more than evident. "I want a woman. I'm tired of little girls. I mean, they certainly have their uses - specially those slutty teens, but..." He started, looking at Justine. She too was one he could have without a complaint.

"I want a loving woman. One that nurture me and enjoy me as much as I enjoy being with her. And... well... I'd like to be fairly sexually active, you know..." He blushed as he commented.
 
- fairly sexuall active...

Sophia repeated those words in a whisper with a grin.

- Haven't you been active enough with those slutty teens you just mentionned? (she giggled and leaned back on her chair again) I bet a handsome guy like you must have his list of conquests and must have had great moments. I bet the girls were ready to do anything for you.
 
The young man chuckled as he noticed how interested she seemed to be. Damn, could she ever suggest something as wicked as what crossed his mind once he found her grin?

"I did, but... althought I love casual sex..." He started. It was so easy to speak to Sophia. It felt just so right. After all, despite being his aunt, she had been away for so long he kept most of his shames on himself, only exposing himself as long as he desired - if at all.

"I wanted something of a commitment. Of sorts."
 
Sophia drank from her glass, let her tongue run on the edge of it, eyes locked in Trevor's eyes. Justine came to take the dishes back, passing very close to each of them when taking the plates.

- A commitment? To what might you be commited?

Justine again, this time putting a plate of ice cream in front of each of them, alongside with a glass of old whiskey.

- You know once you commit to something you cannot come back.

She grined, bittig her lower lip.

- There's no way out. You have to be fully commited.
 
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