Are these things planned somehow? Ch.4
Having been inspired by some other stories I've read, this is my take on those.
Once again, my appreciation to OntarioBob for his input, the fact he gets some 'stirrings', at his age, whilst reading these is a boost in itself.
Please leave constructive feedback, it's always helpful for the next chapter and thank you for sparing the time to read this.
The transformation of Aunt Val!
Life had taken on a whole new meaning for me. My relationship, with mum and Sarah, taking us along a path, with few limits, the sex full of variety, my inner kinks allowed to blossom. Sure, we were having to dodge around dad, but, it seemed, he was happier because mum was. I had learned, that making mum and sis happy, made me more confident somehow, just one of the advantages of a good, rewarding sex life I suppose. My work improved, I got a promotion with the use of a company car, people took more notice of me, so it seemed anyway. Life was, slightly more complicated perhaps, but more exciting, invigorating, new doors opening daily. One particular day, mum asked me to help out with Aunt Val. Her life, complicated by a messy separation, needing some ego boosting, support from us as a family, here's what happened...
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The immediate effect, of the first warm, sunny, early spring day, was akin to something in the movies. Everyone, everything, seemingly, held in suspended animation, until, with a flick of a wrist, the spell is released. Suddenly, it's a world full of technicolour, everyone laughing, the public parks, strewn, with half-naked bodies, lapping up the rays. Women, in particular, strolling around, in skimpy, figure hugging, light thin dresses, tight shorts coupled with crop tops, mid-drifts showing. Cafés, taking full advantage, dragging their tables outside. For most, life is fun again, there's everything to look forward to, good endorphins flow around their body, the human race at its best.
Although, somewhat sceptical myself, Aunt Val seemed to want to embrace this new lust for life, a fresh start for her she was calling it. This morning, following my mother's instruction, I'd been dragged out, early, drive Aunt Val into town, she had shopping to do. With a small glint in her eye, she had emphasised the word '
shopping'.
Now
shopping,
for some women, is not for provisions,
shopping
is, I was made completely aware of driving in the car, was in point of fact, trawling the various boutiques, chain stores, trying on, rejecting, boatloads of clothes, experimenting, with newly-concocted scents, discovering, whether the diet, administered over the cold winter months, had succeeded, or not, so that they, might burst out, into the world, like a newly-formed butterfly. Hmm really, I had my doubts, but none the less, as per mum's instructions, I did my best, drove Aunt Val to the shopping arcade, parked in the large open carpark near the cafes and bistros.
That is why, with a small degree trepidation on my part, we'd made a generous estimate, four maybe five hours, before meeting up again, so I could, if she had finished, drive her home, or off to some other 'shopping' venue. I didn't mind, I had some work to do, so a coffee, with my laptop, seated at one of those outside tables at the café of my choice, was no big deal, a delight in fact, peace and quiet, quality time soaking up the ambiance.
I wasn't immune to spring being sprung either though. I was well aware, with such a parade of feminine wares, constantly to-ing and fro-ing in front of me, I was totally distracted, in the end, after several hours of visual torture, not really succeeding in much, simply closed my laptop, ordered another coffee, settled in to watch the free show. What a show it was too, asses wiggled, bosoms, all shapes, sizes, some braless, some with erect nipples, undulated, titivated my senses, as well as all the other men sitting around me. Hips swayed, legs were exposed, whole expanses of flesh, displayed, I was, in that moment, in love, with the entire female population of this town.
I carefully eyed all this candy, hours whizzed by, even this pair, mature, cougars or MILF's to some, loaded down with various fashion bags, curling effortlessly towards my table. I thought, maybe, I recognized both of them, one for definite. She was a pal of my mums from work, I was sure of it. I hadn't seen her in a while, at first glance, I didn't recognize her, so casually dressed, looking a million dollars. Her friend though, certainly attracted my attention, in a creamy, light dress, low-cut, a figure-hugging top, splaying out around the bottom, emphasising the succulent motion of her hips, more accentuated by sexy, fuck me, killer heels. Her hair, blond highlights set in it, fell lusciously, in curled waves, down across the spaghetti straps, over her bare shoulders. She was smiling, then laughing in agreement, something her friend had said, her eyes twinkling, barely throwing a glance in my direction, both of them, undulated past an old guy, sitting there, his mouth wide open, the cup, halfway to his lips, frozen by their beauty. Phew, what a sexy sight for sore eyes, my groin tingled at my thoughts, both of them in a threesome, yum.
Their subtle fragrances, wafted on the warm air, lingered pleasantly in my nostrils, making me think of sophisticated French women. I sensed they'd stopped, behind me, giggling quietly, some joke or other. Scraps of their whispering, came to me...
"He did, really, touched me, right there, made it look an accident!"
"I told you, didn't I, so nice to be appreciated again though, after all these years!"
Clicking footsteps came around my right, mum's friend, suddenly in view, she had turned back, was standing in front of me grinning widely. A long-haired redhead, curvy, very similar to Christina Hendricks in body shape and stature, the vee neckline, of her figure hugging burgundy coloured dress, drawing the eye to the prominence of her ample boobs.
"Hi, we just passed by, I thought I recognized you. Alex, isn't it? I'm Clare, I work with your mum, haven't seen you, in what, three years, I think? My my, you've grown up fast, so handsome too."
I blushed, "Hello and thanks, of course. I'm so sorry," I scrambled, stood up. "I thought it was you, but, you know, the casual clothing, very... different." I felt silly, why didn't I say sexy, or wonderful, or something more flattering.
"Oh, right, of course, different clothes, different persona, my out of office look." She smiled, glanced up, winked across to her friend.
I gathered myself, tried to show some maturity, confidence, "Err, would you like a coffee? Mum's not in town, I'm with my Aunt, she might be back any time now. Maybe..." I shut off mid-sentence, clearly babbling. I felt out of my league suddenly. This sexy, clearly vibrant, older woman, looked me up and down, like I was her next meal, tall, devouring me with her eyes, a posture, only wearing stiletto heels gives a woman, dressed to impress all that wanted to view. Suddenly my new found confidence left me, she was Cleopatra, high priestess, and me, a little asp. I might get a nibble, a tiny one, but I'd die in the process of trying to please her, a thought, not wholly unsatisfactory as it goes.
"Well, that's a kind gesture, from such a charming young man, normally I'd accept, but I'm in a bit of a rush, I think my friend here might like to keep you company though." She gestured, begging her friend over. She came around, from behind me, stretched out her hand, her perfume now prominent and definitely very French.