Tom was a young man who had recently begun his first semester at a university far away from home and he had his whole life ahead of him. Things were going well so far - he was studying hard, working toward making his dreams a reality and making friends along the way, and he was settling into university life mostly seamlessly. Though he lived far from the university he attended, his aunt lived nearby, and he would visit her and spend time with her before he headed back home at the end of the day as they got on swimmingly and hadn't seen each other in quite some time.
His visits to his aunt were helping him settle into university life greatly because they had all sorts to talk about and catch up on, so he visited her whenever their time would allow, however, it was never quite often enough or for long enough. That said, today was one of those days, and Tom was on his way to his aunt's house having just finished his courses for the week. He was going to visit his aunt, spend some time with her - hopefully more than usual because it was now the weekend - and perhaps even stay for dinner before setting off back home. Whatever happened, it was sure to be a delightful evening and he couldn't wait. It was always the highlight of his day on the days he saw her, as it was his aunt's.
Tom's aunt was likewise a very busy person, spending most of her time working, but also lamenting the fact that she couldn't spend more time with her dear nephew now that he had come back into her life by wonderful chance. Her work often prevented him from visiting even when he was free from his lectures, and it frustrated her that she couldn't be more present for him. You see, Upskirt Aunt was a bit unfulfilled in many aspects because she was very oddly single. Her previous relationship had come to an end quite some time ago and, despite trying, she could never find the right man for her, so she spent much of her time working to try and keep herself occupied and keep her mind off matters that were infinitely more important to her.
The pair had planned this visit and, with her working day just now finished, Upskirt Aunt eagerly and impatiently awaited her nephew's arrival. Having seen to her hair and makeup and having changed to don a more appropriate outfit comprising of one or two new items from her favourite shop and catalogue, she sat in the sitting room, her legs beginning to nervously bounce of their own volition as a strange feeling of anxiety stirred within her, all whilst the sound of a whistling kettle in the kitchen began to dwindle. Today
had
to be the day, it just
had
to, she simply couldn't tolerate it any longer. She took a moment and a deep breath to compose herself because that all too familiar feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach had happened again, that unique feeling which was indisputable but one that she also knew was wrong.
Just as she checked the time on the clock on the wall, the unmistakable sound of car tyres rolling over her pebbled driveway reached her ears. Up she shot, her eyes confirming that her ears had not deceived her, and she stared out of the living room window to see her nephew park up beside her car. Upskirt Aunt, clad in a pencil skirt, shot out of the spacious sitting room and hurried into the less spacious hallway, adjusting her outfit as she scurried, making sure that everything looked just right before he saw her, Tom's aunt barely able to contain her excitement and happiness.
With a final check of her hair and spectacles in the reflective glass pane of the front door, she waited until he was there and then opened it to the sight that was her favourite and to greet her favourite person. "Tom, darling!" she gleamed with her arms wide open, her smile one that could not be feigned, "How wonderful to see you." They embraced as Tom's aunt placed a couple of precise French kisses upon either cheek, which wasn't their usual greeting. Why the departure from tradition? Today was a special day, or so she had hoped, and it had been a week since she last saw him, so she missed him, and her giddiness was ever-so-slightly getting the better of her.
"Come in, come in!" she welcomed her nephew, closing the door behind him and turning the lock, and Tom took the opportunity to compliment her outfit.
"Been shopping at The House of Bruar again, I see?" he asked, rhetorically. "You look magnificent."
She chuckled to herself happily and a somewhat embarrassed smile emerged on her face, delighted that he had noticed the effort she had made and that he appreciated her outfit. "Thank you, I'm glad you noticed - I was hoping you would," she replied, "Please, take a seat and make yourself at home, I'll go and fetch the tea."
Tom did just that, sitting down in what had, over time, become his place on her settee and he waited for his aunt to bring in their refreshments and join him. A few moments later she returned having already boiled the kettle in anticipation of his arrival, and she placed Tom's mug beside him and set hers down close beside his before sitting down in her place.
"So!" she started with great enthusiasm, "How has your week been? Please, tell me everything." Tom's aunt looked at him expectantly and ardently, with a look that any third party would easily identify as that of pure infatuation. Tom spoke for a minute or so, updating his aunt as to what he'd been up to and how his week at university had been and she listened on intently, seemingly bewitched by her nephew. She couldn't help but smile. However, Tom eventually got onto the subject of travelling and that doing so much of it was beginning to affect him, especially with all the studying he had to do as well.
"Oh, darling, I am sorry about that," Upskirt Aunt frowned with empathy. "It is a long way to go back and forth all of the time, isn't it?", and she worried that his visits to her were tiring him further.
"Not at all!" he stressed, his visits to his aunt were always the highlight of his week and were what he looked forward to most. All that travelling was worth it just to see her, he explained. "Oh, stop it, you are such a charming young man," she lightly blushed. Regarding university, Tom's aunt changed the subject back to the topic of his life there, though with a bit more specificity and with a question that was a tad more personal.
"Have you met anybody yet?" she asked, clearly insinuating 'anyone' as those of the opposite sex to him.
"Oh, no," Tom chuckled, "Not like that. There are plenty of nice girls at university, but nothing like that."
Upskirt Aunt complimented her nephew, causing
him
to blush this time. "How is it that a handsome, funny and charming young man like you is single? Surely the girls at university are all over you?" she teased, though her compliments were heartfelt. She couldn't understand it, couldn't understand why the girls at university weren't doing everything in their power to get her nephew into their panties.
With that said, Tom being unattached was truly music to her ears. Alas, a student she was not, though her desire to have certain people in her panties remained nevertheless. That look of infatuation she had given him earlier was exactly that, because she
was
infatuated with him. Furthermore, Upskirt Aunt didn't yet know the true reason why Tom hadn't found a lovely girl to go out with. She didn't believe for a second that he hadn't been sought after - was he holding out for a certain special someone, perchance?
"What about you?" Tom asked in return, "Are you seeing anybody at the moment? Whatever happened to... what was his name... Roger?"
Upskirt Aunt rolled her eyes at hearing that name, then explained that she hadn't been seeing anyone or dating at all since she split from Roger quite some time ago. Likewise, Tom himself couldn't understand how his aunt was single, she was gorgeous! He'd had a crush on her for some time, perhaps naturally for his aunt was stunningly beautiful and beyond charming. There was nothing wrong with having a crush on his aunt, was there? He wasn't going to act on his lusts, so what harm was there in simply admiring her charm and beauty?
Besides, it wasn't his fault that his aunt always dressed and spoke so provocatively, he couldn't help his eyes and mind from wandering, it was just his virile, curious, and perhaps perverted instincts. The conversation between the two covered many a topic, the single couple enjoying conversing and laughing with one another with Upskirt Aunt flirtatiously teasing her nephew with a naughty innuendo here and there as she was so apt at doing. Take, for example, Tom commenting on how well-kept her garden and bushes were, having noticed them when he arrived earlier. Upskirt Aunt could not miss the opportunity to bask in the compliment, take pride in and allude to indeed how well-kept her
bush
was while she proudly sipped her tea at the innuendo and adjusted her spectacles nonchalantly.
Tom laughed it off, though on the inside he was embarrassed because he knew what she was insinuating and he found it most arousing, naturally. He quickly moved on, knowing that he shouldn't be thinking about such things
or
find them arousing, not because he didn't find women's bushes arousing, but because it was his
aunt's
bush they were indirectly talking about. Upskirt Aunt uncrossed and crossed her long and resplendent legs with suggestive subtlety, though it did not escape her nephew. Tom swiftly took his teacup to his mouth and took a sip, clearing his now clammy throat.
The conversation continued but Upskirt Aunt, herself not failing to notice her nephew's response to her subtle actions, could not wait any longer. It was eating her inside and she couldn't withstand it anymore, she needed to know and needed
him
