Those of you who have mature sensuous aunts, and who can identify with the inexplicable yet gloriously stomach churning sensations that they can provoke, will be able to identify with this story. Such thoughts are of course actively suppressed, but the tummy churning power that they can induce is part of the forbidden pleasure. In this story my own marriage had gone horribly wrong, and I found myself feeling quite low and rejected. My delightful auntie Barbara had been an object of my fantasy since youth, but she was also my confidante. She had retained her sensuous good looks, grace and humour, nothing further had ever happened except for the mild flirtatious behaviour which accompanied most family gatherings at Christmas and other times.
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Auntie Barbara had divorced her husband some years earlier. She had retained an active social life and was known to have the occasional 'boyfriend'. My contact with her was limited, although when we were together we got on like a house on fire. The age difference between seemed irrelevant. Auntie Barbara just had that way of making a man feel like a man!
I knew that in Auntie Barbara's presence I was putty in her hands and I thought that somehow she knew it too. I was about to find out and receive my second awakening!
The occasion was a trip to Auntie Barbara's to drop off a mail order catalogue. It was a dark winter evening, and to be truthful I was looking forward to a couple of hours in Auntie Barbara's company. Things hadn't been going well with my wife, and I longed for some uncomplicated 'fun' company which I knew Auntie Barbara could provide. Ringing the doorbell to her home I pondered for a moment on life's strange twists and turns, when suddenly the door opened.
'Oh hi, come on in', the smile was radiant and I found my self feeling instantly better. This was therapy! The lounge was dark with subdued lighting; a warm fire glowed invitingly in the grate.
'Let me pour you a drink, whisky isn't it?' asked Auntie Barbara in her lovely gentle tones. I settled back onto the couch and watched this magnificent woman as she poured my drink. Why couldn't more young women look like her I silently mused? Auntie Barbara wore her patent leather four inch heels, and as always her long and slender legs were sheathed in the finest sheer seamed nylons, taupe in colour with those beautiful Cuban heels that somehow just accentuated he shape and contrast of her ankles to the rest of her legs. Her slim fitting pencil skirt ended just above the knee and she wore a thick dark brown belt that forced her slim waist to look like heaven.
A crisp cream coloured blouse completed the outfit. As she turned back towards me her wide and warm smile caused my tummy to turn several leaps. Perfectly applied lipstick, mascara and eye shadow combined with the sensuous waft of her perfume left me feeling as if I were in heaven.
Handing me my drink she ensured that her long slender and bright red fingernails gently raked my hand as I took the drink from her. She settled back into her own chair, and crossed her legs with an electric swish of nylon. I had always been somewhat in awe of Auntie Barbara's sexual power.
Nothing had ever happened between us other than the family kiss and hug at greetings and goodbyes.. She probably thought that I saw her as an elderly 'past it' Aunt trying to hang on to her youth. How wrong she was! I found my eyes drawn towards her legs, and for a few moments was unaware that she was speaking to me.
'I'm sorry I muttered I didn't hear you,'........Auntie Barbara fixed me with a sort of smile that seemed to say; I know exactly what you were doing. I squirmed a little as if my innermost thoughts had been read.
'I'm sorry to hear that things haven't been going well between you and Chrissy,' she stated with genuine concern. I gave some sort of answer, I don't remember what. My relationship had lurched into a crisis and it seemed as though Chrissy and I no longer had anything in common. Sex had been out for a number of months, and in my anxiety I had dreaded becoming impotent. I seemed to feel so worked up most of the time. To be near a sexy and attractive woman like my Aunt gave me a sense of childhood security, linked with a sense of mischievous sensual curiosity.
As if she read my sense of despair, she beckoned me towards her,
'Come here, come on ' the voice was alluring. I found my self kneeling before her, staring up into those warm eyes, my own were nearly filled with tears. She gently ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my head towards her lap. I willingly surrendered. As her fingers gently stroked she continued the conversation.
'That Chrissy doesn't know what she's doing, -she's going to lose you if she's not careful, what a waste that would be,' I looked up into those eyes which had taken on a deeply wicked look.
'Oh you forget don't you, Auntie has seen you several times in the nude, and you are certainly all man, what a waste!' I felt a mixture of feelings, literally my nakedness had been exposed!, but it was well meaning. I had however felt dead from the waist down for weeks. As Auntie Barbara continued to talk I gently stroked one of her legs, and dared to plant a soft kiss.. The feeling of nylon was magic.
'Is that nice,' asked a voice from above me? I couldn't look at her. Something deep and shameful overcame me. As if to read my thoughts she continued
'Are you having naughty thoughts about your Auntie?' I felt my face turn to beetroot- this had gone too far. It had to stop yet I felt paralysed to do anything.
My fingers played with her ankles, and I gently slipped off one of her shoes and ran my fingers under the arch of her foot, she shrieked gloriously and pulled her foot away.
'Auntie hasn't punished you for the last time has she?'
My God so she hadn't forgotten all those years ago. It had been the most erotic time of my life when my friend Mickey and I had tied and tickled Auntie Barbara into exhaustion. It was as if her words had transported me back to that very moment. I found myself stumbling and blurting out my words,
'I'm sorry Auntie you see it was,....well I wanted only to play and,.........' I got no further. Auntie Barbara had stretched down with her right hand and was gently tickling the inside of my thigh.
