It was the first time I had been inside her bungalow. It was clean, neat, and tidy, plenty of art work and plants decorating the relatively small rooms. There were also many books.
"I have some wine," Quinty said.
"That would be good," I said, even though I wasn't quite twenty-one yet and would be drinking illegally.
We ended up sitting on the couch, each of holding wine glasses, the bottle on the coffee table in front of us. Quinty was wearing her usual drab outdated suit but it was still strange to see her in her own abode.
Actually, I was seeing her in a completely different light now – as a breathing, feeling woman instead of an office droid. I had taken over Roger's role at the business and a part of me wondered if I should take over the role he gave up when he was my age – as Quinty's lover. Was I a sick bastard to entertain such a thought?
I wasn't much of a wine drinker but I liked the taste of what we were drinking. Quinty explained that it was a pretty good brand and quality. I was surprised at how calm and relaxed I was even as I pondered my interest in Quinty in a whole new way. I didn't even worry about how she might react. The fact that she had invited me in and was giving me wine led me to believe that perhaps she was having similar thoughts. I was more than happy to be my twenty-year old dead uncle if Quinty as thinking about resuming her long lost affair.
We talked about a couple of office matters for a few minutes as we drank the wine. I noticed that Quinty began to relax after her second glass. She even let her hair fall down from the bun on the top of her head. It was the first time I'd ever seen her with her hair down and she looked like a completely different person. I couldn't help but gawk and she let out a small laugh.
"Do you remember that day at Groucho's?" She wanted to know.
"When the waitress thought you were my mother," I replied.
"God, how I wanted to slap her across her stupid face," Quinty admitted and I couldn't help but laugh. "I was upset because she assumed I couldn't possibly be a sexy, wanted woman. That we weren't out on a romantic outing."
"I had similar thoughts," I revealed.
"I'm glad," she said with a slight smile on her face.
"We could keep our secrets too," I let her know.
"We could," she agreed and I was surprised when she reached her hand out and stroked my hair. "You do remind me of a time long ago."
Looking at her knowingly, I nodded my head with understanding. Pulling me tight, Quinty leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on my mouth.
"Tell me what you want, Willy," Quinty said. "Don't be shy."
"I want you," I testified.
"I'm glad," she whispered. She stood from the couch and reached out for my hand. I accepted it and she led me up the stairs to the small loft bedroom which was surprisingly feminine. The room was airy and quaint.
Quinty turned to face me and she wasted little time in undoing my buckle and the snap to my jeans, opening my zipper while at the same time looking into my eyes with a look on her face I had never seen before.
I had previously mis-categorized her as a sexless old maid but now she was a complete and total woman, licking her lips in anticipation as she pulled my jeans so they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them after I kicked off my sneakers.
Quinty squatted down and pulled my socks off and she gently rubbed her hands along my legs as she slowly stood. Her hand ended up on my belly underneath my light brown 'Woodard's Furniture' tee shirt which she pulled up over my head.
I was left in just my underwear and Quinty soon had those down around my ankle too. Then she hugged me and held on to me for a long time, resting her head against my chest. I could hear her breathing and perhaps there was a little bit of whimpering too through her breaths.
I don't know how much time passed before she finally broke the hug and then she began to disrobe, almost as if I wasn't even there. I felt myself getting even more excited when she stood naked in front of me, allowing me to take in all her natural beauty.
"I'll do anything you want," Quinty told me and I had the feeling she was echoing the same words she once told Roger in a previous life. "Just make me feel like a woman again," she pleaded.
We hugged again and she administered a lengthy kiss that took my breath away as she pushed her breasts against my sternum and made sure our groins were rubbing together. Quinty smiled warmly and hopefully and she pulled me toward the bed. We both laid on the mattress and Quinty cuddled against me.
I hope I made her feel like a woman again. When it was over, we lay next to each other, Quinty with a broad smile on her face, her cheeks rosy from our physical activity, her eyes wide.
"Thank-you," Willy," she said quietly as she found my hand in hers. "I really needed that. It's been so long."
"This is wonderful," I told her. "I want to make you happy. You deserve to be happy."
"You make me very happy," she let me know.
"Promise me one thing," I requested, turning on to my side so I could look into her eyes.
"What?" Quinty asked.
"Never call me Roger by mistake," I said.
Her eyes watered and she kissed me on my cheek. "My Willy," she said with fondness.