While this story can stand alone, it does reintroduce my aunt who had seduced me while I was still in university and had given me an amazing gift of sexual confidence. She returns for a boost of her own in this story.
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I had been out of university for almost two years when I got a surprising phone call from a woman I had been sure would never again be in touch. It had been at least three years since we had talked, or more accurately, fucked each other's brains out. It was my aunt Suzanne and I was both surprised and pleased she was in touch again.
When Suzanne had last parted from me she had made it clear she had loved our time together, but that it would not happen again and I needed to respect her desire for secrecy — she was my aunt for God's sakes! I had no problem keeping that promise and no one in our family ever discovered the tryst we had enjoyed while I was still at university. That is, no one but my other aunt (her sister) and her niece... but no one else, apparently. Since I had bedded all three, I believed that we were the only ones who knew the truth.
But why was Suzanne getting back in touch? I was very curious, especially after her big show of 'never again' to me.
She called me from her home in Eastern Canada to tell me she was coming out west again, this time specifically to see me; she wouldn't even be telling my mother or family of the trip. That made me wonder, and even to worry a bit about what was going on. I would have almost a week to wait as she was arriving the following Thursday and I was expected to pick her up at the airport.
No matter how much I tried to tease out reasons for her visit I failed and was left with an uncomfortable feeling more than any anticipation. Sure, she had seduced me completely and introduced me to sexual activity I only fantasied about prior to Suzanne. For example, she'd made a connection with an older couple that took us home for a night of amazing sex. To this day I can remember the luxury of Eva's body, it's lovely chocolate subtlety and her amazing legs and bust. I would never have me Eva and her husband Ray were it not for my aunt Suzanne.
But why was she coming back? What was going on?
It was a very long week anticipating Suzanne's arrival but here I was, finally, waiting for her flight to come in. Naturally, it was delayed. Almost two hours. I was not having a very good time of it but whatever scenario I was coming up with ended with disappointment or a problem. By the time I was able to put it out of my mind, the flight's arrival was announced and before I could say 'finally,' there she was coming into the arrivals area: my aunt Suzanne.
If I had considered Suzanne good looking when we had been intimate, I couldn't believe that she actually looked even better now. I bet it had something to do with my own maturity and experience, or maybe she was taking better care of herself than I could have imagined. She looked amazing.
Despite my appreciation of this gorgeous woman approaching me in the terminal, I played it cool. After all, I had no idea what to expect.
Suzanne sighted me from almost the full width of the arrivals and luggage area and she raised a hand to wave for me to notice. She needn't have bothered as I had identified her the moment she'd breached the doors. I really enjoyed watching her walk towards me, poised, long, fit legs on very high heels. She wore a skirt that was a practical length but there was still plenty of leg to enjoy.
I stayed in my spot until she was almost in front of me, then I took the final few steps to greet her. I was unsure what to do so started to offer her a little hug. She threw herself into my arms, pressing herself hard against me and planting a hot, moist kiss on my lips.'
"I missed you, Paul."
"I missed you, too, Suzanne." I was dying to add, 'but what brings you out here after you said we wouldn't see each other?' But I didn't.
"I didn't bother reserving a hotel room as I was hoping I could stay with you if you have a spare room. I hope you don't think me presumptuous."
"You are always welcome — you're family." I said that with a little smile in my voice hoping she would understand my subliminal hint to our past illicit behaviour.
I almost asked, but held off, thinking that Suzanne would explain things when she was ready.
"Can we go home first? I will unpack and I would kill for a shower," she said.
"As you wish. Maybe we can go out for dinner afterwards... if you're hungry," I proposed.
"That would be perfect, but first, I need to change and wash up." There she was again with the shower reference. I wondered if she remembered out little experience in my dorm's shower room and decided that she might, but it would have been far more important to me.
I helped Suzanne with her bag and led her up the stairs to my second floor apartment. I was renting the top floor of a historic old house that had been renovated but which maintained all the design and look of the original.
I let her lead the way, just being a gentleman of course. Or maybe it was because I knew what she would look like from behind. I was not disappointed and I am pretty sure Suzanne took her time just for me. Or maybe she was just tired after the long flight.
I let my aunt into my apartment and led her to my guest bedroom. It was sparingly furnished but sufficiently historic to draw the sound of appreciation from my guest. "This is the guest room? Wow! I love it already."
"I'll show you the rest of the place after you get changed and ready, if that's okay."
Like many homes from this period, I was lucky to have even one full bathroom; there was no ensuite for me and certainly none for the guest room. That said, the path from bedroom to washroom along the hall was not really visible from the living room or kitchen so I didn't see Suzanne make her way there.
I did see her coming out, however, and though there was little showing, she looked pretty good bundled up in my short, heavy robe that usually hangs on the bathroom door. She padded along the glossy hardwood floor in her bare feet all the way to her room. She did not see me following her with my eyes for every step, but I think she knew.
It was almost an hour before I heard the door of her room open. I had been watching a basketball game on television but I turned at the sound. The game lost all interest for me in a flash.
Suzanne had certainly been good looking and had a good body three years past, but this was a brand new woman, I thought. She had lost maybe 10 or 15 pounds but they had come off her hips and butt, not her bust. She was now no more than 105 pounds, about five-foot-five and looked absolutely fit. This was a woman who had been perfect before, but she was more perfect, if that's even something you can say.
Suzanne was wearing serious heels which pushed up her buttocks and thrust her chest forward just so. She was wearing sheer stockings with little flecks of silver that highlighted her lovely legs. Better than that, she was wearing a very, very short skirt that would not have been out of place on an 18-year-old; she did it justice.
Her breasts were another thing of beauty. She was still about a heavy B-cup and her tight-fitting, fuzzy sweater showed plenty of cleavage, something she knew I appreciated, especially that now I was giving her the full-on elevator gaze: from nicely coiffed head to dramatically pointed toe. Then I took another long look all the way back up.
