CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:
A few months passed without much difference in our ‘new’
routine schedules. That was; I giving Aunt Hillary a daily foot massage every
evening while watching Television and spending almost every Wednesday afternoon
together in a ‘romantic-sex-dates’, where Aunt Hillary thought me many things
about sex, still avoiding having any intercourse of cause. I visited my parents
once a month and they visited me whenever possible. On most weekends Aunt
Hillary and I got busy with the charity work of the FKC society in which she
was then the President elect. Aunt Hillary always made sure that I was
following my course work well and that I kept in touch with home. It was usual
for my mom and Aunt Hillary to chat over the phone almost every other day as
they were best of friends. Aunt Hillary gave me the phone whenever I happened
to be around or else I called mom from a pay-phone booth that was in front of
my institute.
On the 26th of October 1991 Aunt Hillary
was to turn 48. She had planned to visit
her sister Demi in Australia for two weeks that October as her son Harry’s
graduation was also falling in that same week. Therefore she asked me whether
she could request her ‘birthday fantasy wish’ in advance.
“Darling, my fantasy that I want you to fulfill for
my up-coming birthday is to take me for a weekend to the “Birding-Hut”; the mountain
chalet that I once have told you of. It is owned by “Copiar” one of the ‘P
& Brothers group of companies’; you know? It was our family company which
my cousin David is now Managing Director. Bill and I both were in its Director
board, and I’m still a silent partner of the business. That’s why I have to go for
those boring meeting every now and then. The good thing is that I always get
preference in booking the chalet, and thus it is no problem for me. But if I
book it in my name, then David would want to know with who I go and so on, and
I’ll not be able to spend time with you alone up-there. So I want you to do the
booking in your name. I’ll call David and make all arrangements. I’ll tell him
that you’re my best friend’s son and that you intend to take your parents for a
weekend outing. All you have to do is visit his office and do the booking. Can you
please do that darling?” Aunt Hillary asked me one Wednesday evening as we were
chilling ourselves in the pool.
“Sure Aunty, but how do we keep this a secret from
my parents? Especially if it is a weekend you want to go?” I was puzzled. My
mother usually called me on Saturday evenings or Sundays mornings if I didn’t
go home for the weekend. It was impossible for both of us to stay away from
home without my mother knowing of it.
“I’ve thought of a plan for that. Remember that KFC society’s
program in Paanama? We intend to stay two nights at Monaragala for that program.
I’ll tell your mother that it is a three-night stay and get permission to take
you with me. Then we could sneak-away from the rest for one night and stay in
the chalet. What do you think? Will it work?” she asked like a mischievous
little school girl giving me a cheeky smile.
The charity program was to distribute dry-rations to
families of remote village in the Eastern province of Sri Lanka. These were a
village where war-affected Tamil and Singhalese families lived. The plan was to
visit the villages on Friday, the 27th of September 1991. As the
Pothuvi-Akkareipattu area where the villages are, were quite far from Colombo
and also as this particular areas was not safe enough to stay over-night, it
was decided to spend the two nights at Monaragala; a town in the middle from
our destination. The Group was to leave Colombo on Thursday afternoon and
return back on Saturday, spending two nights at Monaragala.
Aunt Hillary had a hard time convincing my mother
that the mission was fully safe and that she would personally look into my
safety all the time. Mother was worried as there were reports in the news very
often about clashes between the Government armed forces and rebel troops in
these areas. The area we visited was in the border zone and we were to be given
special police protection. Mom had finally given permission to take me when
Aunt Hillary had told mom about the protection we were getting and that taking
me as her assistant would be a great relief for her. Aunt had told mom that we would be leaving on
Thursday and returning on Sunday evening.
Therefore, I met Mr. David and made reservations for
the ‘Birding-Hut’ for the Saturday, the 28th of September. Mr. David
was a very friendly person and directed me to clerk handling reservations. As
she had been giver prior instructions as to what has to be done, I only had to
give her my identity card. In the little chat Mr. David and I had earlier, I
told him the story as Aunt Hillary had taught me. In addition I told him that I
hope to invite Aunt Hillary also to join us, but that I’m not sure whether she
would be free to join us. “It would be very good if you could get Hillary also
to come son; she and Bill loved it up there” he said.
A lorry for the dry-rations and a mini-bus for the
members volunteering for the mission were organized by the society. Aunt
Hillary informed that we would be coming by car up to Monaragala, as we have
planned to visit my parents in Pussellawa on Saturday on our way back. Uncle
Albert’s grand-daughter and her fiancé were also joining the team and they
volunteered to drive our car from Colombo to Monaragala. We were very pleased
to let them, as it gave Aunt Hillary and me the chance to join the rest in the
bus which was more fun and joyful to travel, while it gave the two love-birds a
bit of privacy that they were looking for.
Our lodge at Monaragala had two large dormitory
halls. The men and women shared them separately. The second night was full of entertainment
with everyone singing and dancing. The mission was a success; the villages were
very happy and grateful for us visiting them. We were in a very relaxed mood
that the mission ended-up safely.
The group had planned to visit the Udawalawa National
Park on their way to Colombo. Therefore they were in a bit of hurry to leave
the lodge on Saturday morning. Taking that opportunity, Aunt Hillary and I too said
our good-byes and drove-off from Monaragala as soon as we finished our
break-fast.
Our route to Muskelliya was along the beautiful
Ella-Wellawaya road. We stopped at a few locations to admire the scenic beauty
of the Nature and to have a cup of tea. We also had to buy a few dry-rations
and food items needed for our stay. It was about 11.30 in the morning when we
reached ‘Birding-Hut’. Usually its check-in time is 2.00 pm and check-out time
is 12.00 noon the following day. But Mr. David informed me that as I was one of
Aunt Hillary’s guests, that he would instruct to keep the night before and night
after free of bookings; so that we could spend any extra time as much as we
wanted.
‘Birding Hut’ is a timber chalet within a small
forest patch in the boundary of a tea estate. A virgin stream of clear water
runs below the open deck in front the chalet. The stream starts from the Adam’s
peak, a religious mountain which is clearly visible from the chalet. The car
had to be parked at the edge of the forest patch on the estate road which
terminates at that point. Visitors to the chalet then have to walk it through
the forest to reach the chalet.
Jacky, the caretaker of the chalet was waiting for
us. He was about sixty years old and knew Aunt Hillary very well. It was after
a long time they had met each-other; the first time since Uncle Bill had died.
He expressed his condolence to Aunt Hillary and admired Uncle Bill’s generosity
and all the support given to him by Uncle Bill.
Jacky offered to prepare some lunch for us but Aunt
Hillary said it was not necessary.
“Jacky, this is the son of my best friend. His parents
also will be joining us in the evening. I’d like to prepare meals for them by
myself as we usually do. So, you could take the day-off and visit your family
and come. Here, take these sweets for your grand-children. Come back tomorrow
after-noon around 2.30 -3.00 to collect the keys” Aunt Hillary said to Jacky
handing him a bag of groceries and sweets.
It had being always the normal way it happened when
Aunt Hillary and Uncle Bill came to the chalet. Jacky was more than happy to
take an un-official day-off and visit his family living on the other end of the
estate. He made sure the kitchen and the fire place in the hall had enough
firewood. He took our bags and placed then in the two rooms and then excused
himself and left.
The Chalet had a fairly spacious hall with a timber-log
dining table at an end and a fire-place towards the center. There were two
small rooms and a common washroom attached to the main hall. The pantry and
kitchen was separate; next to the dining area. Aunt Hillary prepared a quick
lunch for the two of us and we had our lunch on the open deck in front of the
chalet. We spent that afternoon relaxing on the deck and discussing how
successful our mission at Paanama was. Justifying the name ‘Birding-Hut’,
flocks and flocks of forest birds roamed up and down the stream in front of us.
It was as magical as if we were in paradise.
We returned in because it was getting cold out on
the deck and decided to have a shower. Though the chalet had no main-grid
electricity, we were lucky that they had installed a solar-hot water system in
the bathroom recently. We got into two terry-cloth bath-robes after showering.
It was not as
cold as outside once we shut all the doors and windows and fastened the
curtains of the chalet. We also lit the fire-place and chimney-lamps. Aunt
Hillary laid a blanket on the floor beside the fire place and placed a bottle
of Champaign on it. She also placed two
glasses and a bowl of fresh strawberries near it. Then she reclined on the
blanket leaning onto a pillow placed against the wall and motioned me to pour
the Champaign in to the glasses.
I sat on the blanket cross-legged and poured out the
Champaign in to the glasses and gave one to Aunt Hillary.
“A toast for an old lady’s forty-eighth Birthday,
then?” she raised her glass.
“To the most beautiful and gorgeous lady I’ve know
of. Cheers!” I said raising mine. While sipping her Champaign Aunt Hillary very
seductively reached the bowl of strawberries with her Right foot and picked a
fruit in between her big and second toes and held it in front of me.
“Taste a strawberry with your Champaign. It’s said
to bring out the real flavor of the drink” she said. I took the strawberry with
my lips partly sucking her toes. She fed
me a second strawberry the same way and leaned forward as soon as I took it in
my lips.
“Pass that on to me. I too like to eat strawberries”
she said with her lips pointed towards me. I understood what she was
suggesting. I bent forward and placed the strawberry from my lips to hers. We
briefly kissed while our lips touched each other. I put a pillow against the
wall adjacent to which Aunt Hillary was leaning, and sat closer to her with the
bowl of strawberries on my lap. We
sipped the Champaign and savored strawberries while chatting and cuddling
each-other.
As the bottle of Champaign was over and the
dizziness was taking over us, Aunt Hillary slid herself down and lay on her
back placing her feet on my lap. I started massaging her feet. Once I had
warmed both her feet well so that they were soft, warm and reddish in color, I
started to lick her feet soles and suck her toes alternatively. Aunt Hillary
was moaning with pleasure and encouraging me by folding her legs up. I knelt in
front of her and placed both her soles on my face while licking them upwards.
Aunt Hillary arched her feet creating soft ripples against my wet tongue.
Aunt Hillary’s robe was wide open exposing her
beautiful nakedness shining in the dangling light of the fire. She spread her
legs and looked at me with a loving smile; her face half tilted to a side.
“Come over here” she said out-stretching her arms.
She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me towards her as I bent forward. I fell flat on her naked body with my face in
between her breasts. I started to suckle her nipples while rhythmically
squeezing her breasts. Aunt Hillary was so excited she moaned while fondling my
hair with her fingers and caressing my back with her bare feet. After a while she pushed me on to a side and
rolled over me. She sat on my belly with her knees on either side of me.
“Technically you are yet a virgin, aren’t you?” she
asked me out of the blues.
“Ah! I guess so?” I replied honestly not sure of the
answer.
“Yes, no matter how much sexual experiences you’ve
had, you are technically considered a virgin if you have not had an intercourse
with anyone. I believe you haven’t?” she asked.
“No. I haven’t” I replied.
“That means you are still a virgin” saying she
paused for a moment. “Thanks a lot darling for bringing me here. I always
wanted to visit here one last time in my life. This place has a lot of loving
memories for me. So I didn’t want this last visit of mine here to be a lonely
one. So I’m very glad to be here with you” she paused again. “I know that I
have put on a condition that there would strictly be no intercourse between us
in this relationship of ours. But now I wish to relax that condition. I’m not
insisting that you do it, but only keeping the options open for you. Just
consider it, now that you have fulfilled my birthday fantasy of ‘visiting
Birding-hut with you’ a reality, of going all the way with in making love and
‘giving-up your virginity to me’. Would you like to sacrifice your virginity to
your forty-eight year old Aunt Hillary? She asked me with s puckish smile.
I was speechless.
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