Bronx Park East Ch. 10

Chapter 9 is here. In September 1974, Paul is dating fellow student Lenore, but her aunt has also started an affair with him.

The City College School of Business later became an independent unit in the City University system called Baruch College.

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That September was a very eventful time for me, at least regarding the increasing number of women in my life. My first encounter with Aunt Julia was on a Tuesday. That Friday, she called me at my house.

I don't know what my family thought when they heard this new female voice on the phone. They had gotten to know Lenore pretty well and seemed to approve of me finally getting a girlfriend. However, they had some discretion, I guess, and they didn't question who this new person was. Maybe they thought it was some official or professor at City College.

When asked, I told her that I'd be back from school around 3:00 PM. She'd be back from her job around six, and she asked me to meet her a couple of blocks south of our building. There was a sort of unofficial parking lot there, formed from the space of three intersecting streets.

Yes, I didn't hesitate about going. I wanted to know what surprises she'd have for me that time. I arrived about ten minutes early and leaned on a lamppost.

Right on time, she walked up from the south; the station in that direction was closer than the one on Pelham Parkway. Right after she greeted me, she raised a hand and said, "Don't take this personally, but it's best when we are in public if we don't show any signs of affection towards each other, not even a kiss. I think you understand that we will both feel more comfortable that way."

"Sure, I agree totally with that."

"Of course, in private it's a very different matter!"

It was the first time I had seen her outside of the apartment, and she looked great. She had a summery outfit of a short-sleeved black top, a skirt with a flowery design, nylons, and black sandals. It was topped off with a brimmed straw hat.

She knew I was looking her over, and she must have liked that because she stood posing there for a few moments. Then she said, "There's another issue I've been thinking about. I mean, I can't take many days off like I did on Tuesday. And often Lenore will be around on weekends. I know all about you and her, I've known since the beginning, but she can't know about us."

Maybe we both assumed that since she was older than I was, she had some control over our relationship. That seemed all right with me. I thought about the close call we had when I left on Tuesday, but I didn't mention it.

Julia said, "But I have a partial solution, I think. Come on, have a look."

We walked down the line of parked cars, and she stopped and touched a dark green Dodge sedan. "Now, I didn't get this just because of you, it's helpful to have a car even in this neighborhood. It's pretty roomy inside; I think you get the point."

"I didn't know you had a car."

"I just got it yesterday, I bought it from a private party. It's a 1970 Dodge Coronet 440. The paint is a little faded, but that is to be expected."

"Do you mean, well, I guess..."

"Yes, you understand exactly. The automobile was a key factor in the sexual revolution. Poor Esther Smith couldn't do much on that trolley. Come on, get in, let's go for a drive."

She unlocked the doors, and I got in on the passenger side. As she started the engine, she was quite excited. "Oh, it's been so long since I've had a car. This one has the 318 V-8. I mean, there's more to life than fuel economy." Yes, she was one of those people who do know what kind of engine they have.

Everybody was still recovering from the OPEC oil embargo the previous winter. I was recovering from the surprise of the new car in my life. But really, I also hadn't gotten used to having this woman twenty years older than I was in my life either.

Julia pulled the car out and drove north. She was in a good mood. "This is so great. I'd forgotten how much fun this is. I admit, I can go to better supermarkets up in Yonkers."

A lot more than food shopping was at stake. I looked over at her dark hair and steel-rimmed glasses, and she smiled back at me. I got the nerve to ask a question. "So, where exactly are we going to go..." Then I lost my courage. "You must know what I mean."

She made it explicit. "I know, where are we going to find lovers' lanes around here? Well, your Julie has some ideas. We're going to check out one place right now. You don't have anything else to do today, right?"

"No, I don't have any trains to catch."

"You look a bit tense." She reached over and squeezed my arm. "Relax, everything is going to be fine. Play the radio if you want."

As I scanned through the dial, I was feeling the same mixture of anxiety and anticipation that I had earlier in the week at her house. I tried not to think of the date I had with Lenore on Saturday. We were going downtown; maybe we'd take in a movie there. Yep, you are a cad alright, but you are doing it anyway. I used the idea of a new type of sexual adventure to distract myself.

I caught Gordon Lightfoot's "Sundown" in the middle of the song, and that seemed appropriate. "He's only three years younger than I am, but I don't think he'd go for an older department store buyer from New York." She was bubbly anyway as she drove. "I always wanted to be a bad girl, but I was too inhibited. Now I'm finally going to do what I want." Presumably, that included fooling around with me.

She went on, "How Daddy knows I park in cars with boys, and he may not like it, but he can't do anything about it. I mean, it is my car!"

I caught that she was riffing on a fantasy she had about herself as a young woman. She had started at City College's School of Business in 1953 and had studied retail management. It was a very well-regarded business school, even if it was a public institution. She had told me that she was one of the few women at the place.

I tried to imagine what college-aged Julia was like. Maybe she will show me some photos eventually. Somehow, I doubted that she had a car back then. All of my images of the 1950s, from photos and films, showed the guy supplying the ride. Natalie Wood in Rebel Without a Cause didn't have a car, but Jim did. I couldn't remember how he had paid for it.

I dared to make a joke. "So you like being a naughty girl?"

"Oh yes, but I don't go with just any guy. I make the choice of who I want."

Why I was that guy was still a mystery. Lenore must have made some complimentary remarks about me.

We went around until we came down Jerome Avenue. On one side, there was a slice of Van Cortlandt Park that had been cut off by various expressways. About halfway down, a small road led off to the west. Julia pulled her car into the entrance and stopped.

"I've been in there at times on foot. With all of this summer foliage, we can find a place to park. Well, sport, are you ready to go?"

"You mean right now?"

"No time is better than the present. I've got some ideas to try out."

"Okay, I trust your judgment."

She laughed at that and started driving slowly down the road. Underneath my nervousness, I realized that I had an insistent erection. My hot Julia is going to come through for me again.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped and looked to her left. "That looks pretty good." There was a space under the trees that was screened by some bushes. "I'll back in so we can make a quick getaway if we have to." Her boldness amazed me.

She got the car into position and turned the engine off. "Don't worry so much. A dark green car is going to be hard to spot in here. Not like it was, say, white."

I blurted out a worry. "What about if it's the cops?"

She waved it off. "They've been somewhat demoralized recently, what with the Knapp Commission and all that. If it really comes to that, cops respond to the older lady authority I can project."

I wondered if she had ever tested that. "Paul, take it easy. You're going to forget all about that when I have my hands all over you."

I looked around the area. The sun had not set yet, but she had cracked some of the windows open to get ventilation. The interior was still fairly cool because she had just turned the air conditioning off. She referred to that. "This car has most of the options that Dodge offered."

Then she put her right arm over the seatback. "Now, as for you, you naughty boy, I know you've been planning to get fresh with me."

"I have?" That wasn't a very smooth response, I suppose, but Julia knew how young I was and she understood how to deal with me.

"Oh yes, you sure have." She moved closer to me from her position behind the wheel. She took her glasses off and put them on top of the dashboard. "Haven't you ever parked with a girl before?"

I knew she was riffing on her 1950s fantasy again, but I knew how to play along with it. "No, not yet."

She said, "We should do this at a drive-in sometime. You won't be disappointed, I'm sure of that."

"The only drive-in around here is the Whitestone."

"I've never been there, but I'd like to try it."

She moved closer to me and held my arms. As I looked into her dark eyes, I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the situation. She noticed my discomfort and tried to make me feel better. "Sweetie, just let Julie put her lipstick all over your face. I know you'll like that."

My face flushed as she did that, and she giggled as she pushed her lips against me. "That looks so cute on you." Then she kissed me on the mouth more forcefully. I gently held her.

"Be a little less tentative. You do know what above the waist but under the clothes means?" She was using more archaic phrases in her 1950s role play. But I didn't have to do anything. She lifted her blouse and undid her bra. Her breasts fell free, and she moved forward to press her nipples to my mouth.

"Men underestimate how powerful an erogenous zone the nipples are."

I must have been feeling more confident because I boasted a bit. "I know all about that."

"Yes, but we didn't get a chance to try it on Tuesday." By that point, her nipples were stiffening as I worked on them.

She was getting more aroused, I could see that, and then she said, "Please, go further, I mean below my waist. You know how to get into a girl's pants."

I must have looked a bit doubtful, because she elaborated on what she wanted. "Put your hands under my skirt and into my panties. Go ahead, feel up my behind."

Her body felt warm and smooth. As she continued to kiss me, she said, "I like that a lot. Go ahead, move your fingers to the front." As I put my hand into the crotch of her panties, she moaned. "That's great, rub me there."

"Julia, you're so wet down there." I couldn't see them yet, but I knew she must be wearing a garter and straps if I could feel her bare body under there.

She acknowledged that. "Of course, you couldn't do that with pantyhose, believe me. You can see the advantages of this, right? Anyway, of course I'm wet. All of this touching and kissing is getting me really hot."

Then she put her hand on the crotch of my trousers. "Someone else is getting hot; I can feel you in there. Let's see what is going on with you."

She undid my pants, and my cock sprang out. "It won't take me long to get you off tonight." From her purse, she took out a small tube of lotion. "Just a little hand cream will help me out. But, please, don't stop fondling my pussy either."

Julia got her legs up on the seat and put them around me. She used the same two-handed technique on me that she had used before, and I forgot all about whatever was outside the car. "Just let Julie take care of your needs."

"God, Julie, please keep doing just that. It feels so good."

"I know, honey, this is going to be great, I can feel it in you already."

A few minutes later, I yelled something incoherent. At the last second, she moved me slightly to the side, and I shot off on the seatback. For a moment, I worried about getting it on her car's interior, but she seemed delighted. "Don't worry, it's vinyl; I can clean it easily. But sweetie, it's amazing how much cum you can put out."

It seemed that I might get her off with my hand again, but she had another idea. "Now it's my turn, and I think you know how I want it. Let me scoot over to your side."

Once in place, she removed her white panties and dropped them on the floor; she sat upright with her feet on the cushion. "It's time to eat out Aunt Julia again. Just kneel between my legs and do what you do so well."

That time, she had a red garter and straps to hold her tan stockings. "I've got them in every color you can imagine, although of course these are among my favorites." It was also amusing to look up and see her with her hat still on.

Julia was a woman who loved getting her pussy kissed and licked, and she always made a big deal out of it. When I was down there on the floor, she ran her hands through my hair and said various erotic endearments to me. They weren't particularly original, but that wasn't important.

The last thing I heard, of course, was, "God, you're going to make me come so hard." She wasn't exaggerating. Her legs went behind my back, for leverage, I guess, and she held my head in place as she gyrated her pelvis against my face. Some kind of caterwauling came out of her mouth, which seemed rather loud for our location, but there was nothing to be done about it. Julia seemed to put her whole being into her orgasms.

It was now dusk outside, but there was enough light from outside for us to see in the car. She fell back against the seat, and I looked up in awe at her. When she got her wits together, she leaned forward and looked down at me. "You've got another erection."

"Well, that's hardly surprising."

"But you have the energy to do everything again. I know I certainly do."

One quirky thing she wanted during that time was for me to ejaculate into her panties as she held them against my cock.

"Why do you want me to do that?"

"It just seems sexy, I suppose. A woman with the right underthings can conquer the world." That seemed pretty funny. Then she said, "I think the idea intrigues you too."

I didn't think I'd ever come into Lenore's underwear. "I admit, I'm game for it."

When the moment arrived, I shot up into the white cloth she was holding over the top of my cock. "Yes, that's it, baby. Put your whole load into them. Get them good and soaked."

When I could talk again, I asked, "Do you have a spare pair?"

"No, I don't." She tossed her garment over the seatback onto the rear floor. "I should, I know. A lady should be ready for any contingency." Like, I suppose, having her date shoot his wad into her underpants.

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After we had our fill of pleasure, we were sitting there quietly holding each other. After a while, Julia stirred herself. "I'd really like to get something to eat. There is a diner down in Riverdale that we can go to."

As she settled in behind the wheel, she said, "Before we go, you should look at yourself first."

I tilted the rear-view mirror and saw that I had eight or so lipstick marks on my face where she had kissed me earlier.

"I left my little love spots all over you. You're blushing too! Here, I have a cloth for you to clean up."

It was the first time she had ever used the word "love" in reference to me. I felt a strong feeling for her that I couldn't quite describe. Then I remembered that I had a date with Lenore the following day. Hadn't I said to her that I loved her? I couldn't sort it all out at that moment.

I said, "Through all that, you still have your hat on."

"I've got to look stylish in any situation, don't I?"

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Being at the diner changed my state of mind yet again. I felt exposed sitting there. I tried not to look too intently at Julia, but she seemed to be taking it all in stride.

At one point, a woman of about fifty at another table smiled at her, and she smiled back.

When we drove off in the car, I said, "That was a little strange being in there with you. Like, when that woman smiled at you."

"You completely misinterpreted that. What she was thinking was, 'Look at that nice guy taking his aunt or mom out to dinner. I wish my son would call me more often.' "

"Are you sure of that?"

"Absolutely, I could tell from her expression. She had no idea of what is really going on between us." She laughed, "I mean, she also couldn't see that I wasn't wearing panties!"

As we drove back home, she said, "Now I have to find a parking space. I forgot, is there alternate side on Saturday?"

Back in our neighborhood, Julia found a parking space about three blocks from our building. Even though it was night, she said, "Let's sit at Pelham Parkway for a while. There are a few things I want to talk to you about." On a warm Friday evening, there were lots of other people out in the park.

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The story will continue from that evening in the next chapter.

Alternate-side of the street parking in New York is the practice of banning parking for a few hours in order to clean one side of the street with sweeper-tractors. Double parking on the opposite side used to be tolerated.