This story may be read on its own but it would make sense to read "I-spy" first.
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Rather than driving into town he chose to walk. He wanted to clear his mind -- or maybe focus it. It would take about twenty-five minutes each way -- and despite his excitement and satisfaction at having bedded his aunt, he still felt embarrassed and a little ashamed, and wanted to be out of her way for a time.
As he walked he re-lived it all, his nervousness, his persistence, and her gradual yielding to his touches and caresses. He recalled the sight of her, naked, and the feel of her. He called to mind her urgent plea, "Get it out and give it to Auntie Stella, John...", and his genuine enquiry whether she was sure. A thrill of delight ran through him as he remembered her quivering voice, "Yes. Do it now... Auntie wants your hard young cock. Deep and hard inside her..."
He recalled the feel of legs locking round his waist and her clasping of him to her as they climaxed. It had truly been a dream come true, a long-lived fantasy fulfilled. And the reality -- especially given her initial reluctance -- had been even better than the dream. This trip into town to get some condoms was at her request, and she had even told him, her eyes twinkling, not to buy too small a packet! He hoped that she would not change her mind while he was out of the house and reject his advances when he arrived back.
He mooched around a few shops, then headed for one of the pharmacy chain stores. He felt strangely conspicuous as he sought out the condoms. It was unlikely but possible that one of her friends or neighbours would see him. He felt very conspicuous as he looked through the packs on the shelf. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed a pack of flavoured ones. It was obvious what they were for. He did not want to draw attention to himself by lingering too long, so he picked up a pack of basic ones made by a reliable brand. He was about to head for the counter, still undecided, then impulsively grabbed a pack of the flavoured ones as well. It seemed unlikely that she would want to give him oral sex, but... well, it was possible.
He clutched them in his hand as he stood in the short queue at the till. He had toyed with the idea of picking up a newspaper or magazine under which to hide them until he was served, but he told himself not to be so soft. And although he had a pocket full of change as well as some notes, he likewise resisted the urge to hand over the correct amount of money.
He blushed as he handed over the packets and his money to the young girl, but noted with satisfaction that she coloured slightly, too. He could not resist a smirk. "If you only knew that these are for me and my aunt!" he thought. The young assistant scowled, mistaking his smirk as harassment. He chuckled to himself as he left the shop.
He passed a florist shop and decided to buy his aunt some flowers. He avoided buying anything too showy, and settled on a few bunches of carnations. As he headed back to her house his excitement and apprehension grew.
She was in the kitchen, preparing vegetables for their evening meal. Any doubts he had were dispelled immediately as he held out the flowers. She smiled and kissed him briefly on the mouth, then put them in a vase. He kicked off his shoes and began to peel some potatoes.
They just made small talk, neither speaking about the sex in which they had indulged, but there was now a tangible, smouldering chemistry between them, a quickness to smile, to laugh, to brush against each other and break contact slowly. Their eyes often met -- and looked away again.
He spent the rest of the afternoon chatting to her and surfing the net up in his room on his laptop. He quickly selected his favourite site that comprised amateur, soft-core pictures, and browsed through the "Mature/housewives" section. He tried to picture his aunt's face atop the various bodies. He rubbed his rising erection a few times but was determined to keep himself for later.
By the time they had eaten and washed the dishes it was the middle of the evening. He wondered how things were going to progress, and despite his growing arousal he decided this time to allow her to take the lead. She suggested that they watch a movie on video and, seeing his disappointment, she said, with a twinkle in her eye, that it was too early to go to bed anyway, and that she wanted to snuggle up beside him and take it slowly. His disappointment evaporated.
She asked him to go into the kitchen and bring the bottle of white wine and some glasses, along with the carton of fresh fruit juice, adding, "It's true what they say, you know, John. Too much alcohol does increase the desire, but it does also dull the performance, and the enjoyment, too."
She blushed as she said it, but also raised and lowered her eyebrows provocatively at him. She lowered her voice, even though there was nobody else to hear.
"And, let's be honest, John, neither you nor your Aunt Stella need their desire feeding anyway. And we both know that we have a whole night of sex ahead of us. We can screw wildly and with complete abandon later -- and I'm sure we will. But for now I want to enjoy just being close, cuddling and kissing from time to time..."
Her explicitness made him blush as he went into the kitchen. When he returned to the lounge with the drink and glasses, the movie title and opening credits had already run. He could not remember the names of the of the actors, but the movie was okay. Interestingly it was about a married woman's affair with a friend of her husband.
His aunt leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm across her shoulder and stroked her neck and her hair. Although the movie was not particularly erotic, the whole scenario made his adrenaline and testosterone pump through him. Here was his aunt -- his uncle's ex-wife, to be more precise, but to all intents and purposes his aunt nevertheless -- with her head on his shoulder, snuggling up against him as a prelude to a night of sex. And although they were filmed in a restrained way, the sex scenes felt very arousing in the circumstances. He was almost painfully conscious of her body against his, and they exchanged gentle caresses and light kisses throughout the movie.
When it came to an end he watched her squat on her haunches to remove the video. Her panties pressed against the fabric of her skirt, and her hips and backside were curvy. She got up and walked slowly towards him. He gazed at her C-cup breasts under her blouse. She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. At the same time, to his surprise, she fondled his crotch.
"Do me a favour, John. I don't want the neighbours to get suspicious. Go upstairs, pull your curtains and put your bedroom light on, then switch on the bathroom light. I'll just tidy a few things away, then I'll come upstairs to my room and get ready -- for the long, hot night ahead. I'll knock on the bedroom wall when I'm ready for you. When I do, switch off your light as if you've gone to sleep but I'm still awake."
He went to the bathroom and washed thoroughly. Then he went to his room, pulled the curtains and switched on the light. He lay naked on his bed and stroked his erection as he waited for her, his ears straining. After about fifteen minutes he heard his aunt come upstairs and go to the bathroom, then go to her room. About ten minutes after that he heard a soft knock on his bedroom wall.
He got up, grabbed the condoms and went to her room, naked and rock-hard. When he pushed open the door he stood rooted to the spot for a few moments.
Her bed faced the door and she was sitting upright part-way down it. She was naked from the waist up, and he stared at her ample, slightly pendulous breasts. She was stroking them self-consciously with one hand, and they moved sensually. She was wearing a white nylon waist-slip. One leg was stretched out on the bed, the other was bent at the knee, and he stared at the shimmering nylon with its alluring folds and creases. He looked up inside it. She was naked underneath it, and he saw her sandy pubes and her pink pouting pussy lips. Although he could see quite a bit of hair, it looked as though she had trimmed it short on each side.
