Mimi’s Lessons in Love

1

She watched him work, her gifted nephew attending to mundane chores out in her small garden that was a feast to the eye. Leo strode up and down her small, tended lawn, its edges already trimmed, the small electric mower humming softly.

Leo stopped on seeing her standing on the threshold of the bifold doors. They aroused the sense that the garden and living room were one space. ‘Does it look okay?’

‘Perfect!’ Mimi laughed out. ‘You do it so much better than me….’

He drew closer, tugged away the heavy work gloves from his large slender fingered hands. She noted the ripple of his arm muscles as he did that, the glistening smoothness of his tanned skin. She had forgiven him for turning up for his lesson in denim shorts and a plain white T-shirt. Unlike so many you saw out and about, it was bereft of any rebellious imagery.

‘I could murder a drink, auntie…’

‘Mimi…call me Mimi. I want you to do that…the only one of my piano students who I’ll allow my name to be used by. We’re close, after all’ She saw him smile. ‘I know…I know…it’s so old-fashioned, isn’t it, to show some manners?’

‘It’s what I’ve always liked about you, your correctness…’

They had long ago been able to talk in easy familiarity and could give back what they got from the other during a lesson. He had also concluded that her closed in ways also lent the slender woman, before him, greater mystique. He had always wondered about her wavy mass of long black hair; it seemed that she paid little attention to it; that those silken, wavy tresses framed, perfectly, her somewhat fleshy face. It was a stark counterpoint to the brilliance of her soft brown eyes that gauged you. She walked gracefully in short quick steps, in moves that gave a visual expression to what may be at work in her mind.

‘It’s made you the gifted piano player that you are,’ she smiled, looking at him fondly. She really did have a special bond with him, family or not. She had chosen a floaty summer dress, with its floral pattern, that fitted her perfectly, the waist gathered by a thin belt in matching fabric and the hem just below the knee. She had seen him take in her appearance before and during his lesson. She had even rebuked him, in a gentle voice, for not concentrating on the music piece she had decided to test him on. Something was always said by him to ease the mood between them. ‘Yes, it’s new…an impetuous buy.’

‘That’s not like you…’

‘Who are you to say that?’ Her words had the effect of embarrassing him.

‘I just notice these things about you, auntie..’

‘Mimi! I said call me ‘Mimi’.’

He’d been caught out in giving her an admiring glance. ‘I like it…it has style and yet simplicity. It’s what you teach me in my playing…don’t over elaborate.’

She chuckled on hearing that and touched his bare arm for an instant. The young man really did have his ways in talking to her. ‘They’re my words…’

‘Many of them register, Mimi…’ he smiled and on a knowing look her way.

She felt an uncommon tightening in her belly. The good-looking boy’s flirting with me! Nervily, she flicked through her hair, saw him follow her every move. ‘Yes, well…I’ll go get us both a drink.’ She scooted away, turned abruptly before going into her small kitchenette and saw that he had followed her progress. She had to say something, for his ways again unsettled her. ‘Finish your work…and keep on those gloves!’

‘Yes…just as you say!’

Leo waved in acknowledgment, smiled beautifully at her before she was out of his sight. Dismay at his behaviour with her had taken a hold. A fiendishly clever, gifted, young man had his girlfriends, her sister Amy, his mum, had said when he had missed an evening class and she had rung Amy to find out where he had gotten to.

She thought back to the morning’s lesson, unusual for a Saturday, she seated beside him on the piano stool as they played a duet. She had marvelled at his technique, her advice that practice would bring its own rewards having been heeded. Their shared laughter had been a lift to her spirits as they sought to outdo each other as their bursa eskort hands and fingers rushed over the keys of her baby grand. It filled a corner of her sitting room. Their arms had brushed, and she had felt the occasional press of his strong thigh to her leg arousing wayward thoughts that she felt ashamed to admit pleased her, had even aroused an aberrant sense of longing in her belly.

Had Leo sensed this? Did he even know how lonely she so often felt, her passion for music no substitute for another’s touch. She had not sought this of him, but Leo was an engaging, strong and good-looking surrogate for the company of a man who was not related to her.

 

2

Leo wondered about her…his aunt…Mimi…beguiling Mimi.

He’d seen the confusion in her eyes, for the first time, in response to their exchanges. He’d been far too forward in taking in Mimi’s appearance, but she looked so wonderful in that dress of hers; intentional, or not, it fitted her small breasted figure perfectly; had shaped her slender thighs when they had been seated on that wide piano stool and played. She’d wound his clock by pulling the hem over her knees; given him the chance to see the smooth skin of her thigh. Even her scent, known from previous lessons, had drawn his attention upon her. They’d had fun playing, trying to outdo each other; Mimi’s un-ringed fingers so slender; her nails neatly curved, and a soft red varnish applied to them that matched the soft glow of colour on her thin lips.

He’d known an only too familiar ache of longing for her; aroused further when she bent her head to look at him play the keys, her hair tumbling forward before a quick flick restored some order to it; not to his aberrant longings.

Oh Jeez! He lusted after his aunt…his piano teacher…Mimi! What was he…

‘Shit! Shittity…shittity…shit!’

Leo glared down at his thigh. The barbs on a thorn bush had caught him as he finished trimming the edges of the lawn. He tore the bandana from his throat and, sweaty or not, placed it on the wound. Blood soon welled up again when he took it away.

He rushed over to the bi-fold doors feeling a fool; for what he had chosen to wear for this job; but the day was just too hot to get all togged up, and he’d first thought it would be a piano lesson, nothing more. He’d soon seen that the lawn needed work.

‘A busy week…that’s what it’s been for me,’ Mimi had explained. ‘You’re a dear for offering to tidy it all up…’

‘Mimi…sorry…I’m sorry….are you there?’

She had scarcely heard him; she was on her mobile to arrange a lesson time later in the week. She looked around the corner of the kitchen wall, then glanced down. Leo had pulled away the bandana and Mimi stared. Leo put the bandana over the cut on his leg once more.

‘I’ll have to call you back. Something’s cropped up…’

She now drew a little closer, her eyes darting over him. Leo’s arms were scratched in places and his skin glistened; she met his questioning look; saw in it the wish for some help. How was she to deal with this development? He was no longer a young nephew but an only too engaging adult, even with his studiously unshaven face that leant him an engagingly rebellious appearance. It was improper to be feeling this way about him…and wrong too.

And yet…

‘Don’t touch it with your fingers!’ She made him pull the bandana away once more; and then, hesitating for a moment, she then crouched down to look. ‘Thank goodness it’s your leg, not your hands and fingers.’

Leo gave a rueful laugh. ‘If you say so…’

‘I did warn you not to overdo it,’ she said in a voice lacking any sympathy. The clean cut would have to be steri stripped to close it.

‘Now you frigging tell me!’ he griped, before shaking his head to disavow what he’d just said; how he’d said it. ‘Sorry…sorry, Mimi.’ He moved the bandana aside once more. ‘It sure stings as hell now…’

She heard his disbelieving laugh that he should even have to admit to such a thing.

‘No! Don’t keep touching it!’ She pushed away his grime- stained hand.

I shouldn’t be doing this…not even thinking bursa eskort bayan what I feel about this happening. She dashed to the medicine cabinet in the downstairs cloakroom. Doubt arose in her and she turned his way.

‘You’d better go home, Leo…and dress it, there…but for God’s sake clean the wound first; and also your hands! The day here is done for you. You can at least practice your next assignment…and the pieces we are going to play at the charity concert….’ She studied him for an answer. ‘Yes, I think that’s best…’

Leo licked his fingers again, and he…

‘Stop that! Just stop!’ she cried out, deftly taking hold of his hand once more. ‘Christ! Don’t you think first? Infections…the germs are everywhere! I don’t want that on my conscience too…you getting blood poisoning! Go and wash your hands! You know where the cloakroom is. I’ll have to do the same again in a moment…’

He met her concerned stare; had heard the commanding way of speaking; then her bewildered look.

‘Okay…okay…I’m going,’ he muttered before limping off.

Moments later, Leo brushed past her as Mimi went in. She thoroughly cleaned her hands with disinfectant soap. It’s tangy smell soon reached her but failed to quell the doubts that had again taken a hold in her.

‘Go home, Leo…’ she whispered upon her return. ‘Just go home and deal with it there.’

What she felt now was simply crazy; the speed of it; the tumult of emotions suddenly aroused in her on seeing him and having to tend to his wound; the briefest of touches upon Leo impossible to dispel. She’d become hooked on the young man, her nephew for goodness sake, and all that might yet ensue.

‘No, Mimi. It would be quicker and better if you do it. When you’re through I’ll finish up…outside.’

‘What? And get dirt in the wound all over again?’ she cried out in dismay. Leo’s recklessness now confounded her. ‘Stop and think about it, will you…Leo?’

‘I’m doing just that! I’ll finish…I want to finish what I’ve started!’

He slumped down in a rattan chair on her terrace and soon glared up at her; he now eased his wounded leg until it almost blocked her way. Mimi had to step around him to reach the First Aid box she had placed on the table close to his seat.

‘Sorry…I didn’t mean to yell at you, again.’

She nodded, staring back at him dumbly, feeling deeply engaged with the young man, now. Who was to know? Home for him was some streets away, She could touch him…

They were quite alone.

Her hands shook as she removed some antiseptic wipes, from their sealed wrappers, and began to clean the wound, the area around it, dabbing and wiping slowly. One hand lightly touched his leg to keep him from pulling away as the antiseptic stung him. She worked on methodically.

Mimi felt his eyes upon her; she then met his startled gaze.

Leo had moved, pulled his leg away after she had put on steri-strips to close the cut; after she fixed the dressing with the first stretch of tape; then another…and another. It broke the spell of what she had been doing. She now saw him redden in acute embarrassment.

The crotch of his shorts was slowly taking on the shape of a tent.

‘Mimi…I’m…I’m…so sorry,’ he stammered; Leo then grinned in amazement that it should happen in these circumstances. ‘I’m so sorry…Jeez! How embarrassing. I’m so sorry!’

Leo shifted in the chair.

Mimi met his look upon her, and she knew what had to be done.

‘Don’t be…don’t be,’ Mimi heard herself say in a soothing voice. ‘And stay still…a moment or two longer!’

Smiling softly, she pressed one hand to him as the fingers of her other hand reached for and felt his strength. She rose, sighed and drew close, knelt between his knees and slid her hands slowly over Leo’s legs until they stopped under his shorts, soon caressing Leo’s hips and her fingers brushing over the swell of his prick.

‘Mimi…what’s happening, here?’ She heard him gasp in surprise then on a disbelieving laugh. Leo lightly held her arms and smoothed his rough hands over her dress, caressed the swell of her breasts as she found him. He exhaled eskort bursa deeply as Mimi worked him, met her soft smile. ‘It’s…it’s just you and me…Mimi.’

‘Yes, Leo, it is. And it’ll be wonderfully new and different, for us,’ Mimi whispered against his lips. She felt his quickening breaths as she kissed, clamped slowly on him and felt Leo’s penis harden.

‘Why me?’ he laughed out in disbelief, reaching for the fastening of Mimi’s dress and sitting up to draw the zip down, felt Mimi hunch her shoulders before he pulled it down, exposing the swell of her breasts.

‘Because you care…that I matter to you.’ She knelt between his legs and felt Leo embrace her, to look down over her shoulder and unclip her thin bra, heard his appreciative sigh before he bent to kiss them, her hands soon in his hair to guide him in his claims. She chose to concede to the rush of the moment, any qualms that remained put from her mind. ‘It’s going to be okay, Leo. I really do need this from you. It will be okay…I promise.’

 

3

He was in her, at first in slow moves. He then became purposeful as she pushed her hips up to meet his taking of her. She had been distracted for what seemed like hours until the work in the garden had been finished and he had joined her. Mimi wrapped her slender legs about his waist, and they fucked, lying naked on the embroidered counterpane of her large bed.

‘You wanted me…I knew that you did!’ Mimi cried out in rapture, and she gushed, bucked her hips and dragged on him with all that her energy, and his ways with her, allowed.

She felt his flesh leap, then burst, deep within her. Her fingers dug into the firm skin of his buttocks, and she pulled Leo to her, would not allow a moment’s slip or move away from where she had taken him and that he had reached. He’d found her and had whispered wondering endearments as they sought their own pleasure in the act.

‘Stay there with me!’ she cried out. It felt as if she had been found like never before. Her journey with him had begun. ‘You’ve found me!’

‘And I’m learning to love with you…’ he kissed, then pushing his hands into the bed on either side of her to gazed down and this mature woman’s body, every crease and hollow, slack flesh, breathed in the remains of her scent that Mimi had sprayed on her throat and onto her breastbone. ‘I’m learning about more than just music…’

‘You have a gift for both, believe me….’

Mimi clung to him; she wouldn’t let him go and Leo continued to move within her. He then sought to pull away. It had been maddeningly quick, but she just kept on shuddering with pleasure and from the fulfilment that she had discovered with this young man, her already accomplished young nephew who had made no secret of his attraction to her.

Leo rose again to look into Mimi’s eyes, kissed her flawless skin in soft touches of his lips.

‘You’re strong, yet soft and beautiful…you have lovely skin…you kept me with you…you didn’t push me away…or made me use anything. After a very long time…maybe for the first time…I felt that I was really wanted.’

Mimi felt her lips tremble on hearing him speak out such a profound and simple truth.

He was so young, a vigorous young man, a young lover who had made a woman nearing fifty very happy and physically satisfied. He had also made her feel acutely uncomfortable. Making love like this, so reckless and wildly spontaneous, lacked any sense of romance.

But the very novelty of it had allowed her hopes to fly free; his evident delight in her pale-skinned body, so carefully and obsessively tended, now there for his eyes to delight in and his prick to claim for as long as decency and her flagging energy allowed.

‘You were wanted…and you are, Leo…you still are. The duets we play will be so very different!’

She heard him laugh and could not resist him as Leo lay back on the bed and took her hand to is slicked length. Mimi slowly moved to straddle him; pressed the tip of his prick to her pink folds and felt him thrust into her once more, his hands gripping her hips to pull her down onto him.

‘Slow in tempo…then allegro…finally, lovely Mimi, auntie…we reach a crescendo!’

‘Oh, do be quiet and fill me,’ she kissed, shivering as his thumbs brushed the nipples to her small breasts as she leant forward. Mimi gripped his hands and rode him. ‘I just want to know of this with you before reality returns!’

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