I finish separating the paperwork I'm going to throw away, put it in large trash bags and carry it to the garage. I leave the little I still want to keep separate, of course between them are the photos, more than I remember, and between them those of Aunt Beth.
I have many photos, one or the other we appeared together, and we were always discreet, so as not to attract attention.
I examine again the face and the laughter of this beautiful woman, the second meeting comes to mind, I can not summarize it in one story is little to describe everything that happened that day. This woman deserves more consideration for those who learned so much from her in one day.
Just thinking about her makes my dick grow again, I stroke this friend between my legs. I can't resist unzipping, I pull out my cock, and smooth the tip and the pleasure brings back memories of that day.
And I relive that wonderful and unforgettable day.
....
I saw Aunt Beth again two weeks later when she was visiting my mother.
I arrived in the late morning from college and there she was looking elegant in a dress that looked more like a modern painting with geometric patterns in blue tones and a white shoe with a heel, the whole ensemble made her look admirable.
They were both talking about their sisters and their problems with their husbands and children. I said hello to her, and we greeted each other as if nothing had happened, despite my discomfort.
I went to my room to leave my backpack and change my clothes.
But as I finished dressing, my mother called me into the living room.
"Denis, your aunt wants to talk to you!
I hurry, my heart beats fast, and my thoughts fly: "My God, did she speak, did she say something?
"Yes?" I ask in a worried voice.
"Your aunt wants to know if you can help her on Saturday.
Beth completes the sentence:
"Nicholas and the boys are going to Deauville this weekend and I need to tidy up a book cabinet that makes me nervous just looking at the mess."
She talks while laughing and moving her head, which makes her even sexier.
I meet the eyes of this fascinating woman, more and more surprising, even more so after what happened to our days before "the cock reacts faster than she talks, I think she notices. I don't know where her coolness comes from.
"Yes, I can aunt, what time do you need it?"
"About nine o'clock, you drink coffee with me and we spend the day cleaning."
"The day! Is it going to cost that much, just a closet?"
Ask my mom, who worries about my work at school.
"I'm up to date. If necessary, I'll study on Friday."
"It's just one day, maybe by mid-afternoon we'll finish everything."'
Beth speaks jokingly, my mother still doubts it:
"Is that the closet in the study room?"
"It's that one."
"But it's not that big, you finish it before lunch.
"You don't know the world of the books we keep there."
"All right, then Denis will help you on Saturday. If you can come back earlier, dear."
I agree with a smile, my aunt does the same thing looking at me deeply, with a glance that made my penis reacts again to the command of that indecent look she has.
***
I arrive at the house where my uncles live a little before nine o'clock, I call the intercom, it takes a little while, but she doesn't even answer, just unlocks the lock and the gate opens then I hear her metallic tone voice:
"I'm in the pool, come on here."
I enter, I go down some steps, I pass a big room and I see her sitting near a round table with a glass tray, facing the huge pool where the sun starts to light the water. She is sitting on an iron sofa with green leather cushions
I put my fingers on your shoulder.
"Good morning, Auntie."
