At the sound of the bathroom door being opened, I looked away from the TV and saw Aunt Ula emerge, her plump, thirty-five-year-old body just barely wrapped in a white hotel towel, and the clothes she'd been wearing, clutched in her chubby hands.
As she stepped forward, the towel drifted around her thighs a little, allowing a foot long exposure of thick caramel thigh. That glimpse of flesh, influenced by the lascivious thoughts about my aunt that I'd been indulging in only minutes ago, and over the past few days, caused a gentle stirring in my groin area. She glanced at me and smiled then walked over to what appeared to be a plastic laundry bag. Bending over, she deposited the clothes she had exited the bathroom with, into the bag.
In that bent over position, I could see all the way up the enticing back of her thighs to just short of her vaginal bump. The partly revealing sight instantaneously took the stirring in my pants to a higher and more demanding level and I found myself quickly leaning forward with lowered head, in the hope of seeing more than was being unintentionally offered. Instinctively, I think, Ula made a sudden look around and saw me leaning over and peering. I lowered my hands and pretended to be fixing my sneaker lace.
She straightened up and smiling, spoke in a joyful, girlish manner.
"Feeling as fresh as a rose and ready to hit de road."
There was something in the way she uttered those words that made me suspect it was a hurried effort to allay some other thought.
I had come to pick her up first, and then my mother, and take them to another sister's home.
"Also, smelling as fresh and looking as sweet as a rose," I said, accompanied by a lingering look and a little appreciative smile.
"Like yuh tryin' to make me blush as red as a rose too, mih nephew ... thanks," she said chuckling delightedly, black eyes twinkling - a welcome change from the bored and dissatisfied look they'd been harbouring the past week.
Ula was in the tenth day of a three-week vacation in her native land. She had migrated to the USA five years ago. I had been taking her around every day since her arrival, sometimes accompanied by my mom or other relatives. From bits and pieces of conversation I'd overheard between her and my mother, her older sister, and also between my mother and other female relatives, I gathered that a male friend Ula had expected to be seeing a lot of while here, had, at the eleventh hour, informed her that he was not going to be seeing her as they had planned.
I could sense her disappointment and the growing loneliness as we interacted each day and I longed to comfort her in any way I could. That longing soon branched off into a more personalized and sensual direction, as the many hours I spent in her company every day and some evenings led to me noticing the compelling sexual charm of her chubby body. I have a thing for slim girls, so, it came as a surprise that her plumpness aroused me sexually, and I found myself fantasizing about doing to her, what she had been expecting to have done to her by the other guy. That led to me subtly complimenting and saying flattering things to her when we were alone. My mind was set on fucking my sweet, chubby aunt, and I felt I stood a good chance.
Ula moved to a closet and took out several pieces of clothing which she laid on the bed and eyed ponderingly. Red lace panties caught my attention and just imagining what it would soon be hugging close, tickled my imagination; In an instant I was almost fully hard.
"What about this?" she asked, seriously, holding up a pair of what promised to be skimpy, white shorts.
"That should hug you nice ... but wouldn't de red show through?" I asked, glancing at the red lace panties waiting patiently on the bed.
She laughed. "Interesting choice of words ... 'hug you nice'."
"It was the best I could do, to decently describe the indecent picture in my head," I explained, coyly.
She roared, causing her chubby body to shake all over. She clutched her bosom to keep the towel from sliding away.
"Boy, you are naughty, but in a nice and refreshing way ... okay, I goin find something more decent."
"No, no, wear de shorts ... that was mom speaking, not me ... I think they will look good on you." I quickly assured her.
"Okay, I'll trust yuh on that," she exclaimed.
She looked down at the panties, screwed up her little round lips, then said:
"You're right about the red, I'll wear black under the shorts ... Imagine at my age having to worry about what to wear, that mih younger sister won't find inappropriate ... yuh know how she is."
My mother was an annoyingly old-fashioned person.
"Doan bother with her Aunt Ula ... jus wear what you like ... what would be comfortable in this heat and what makes you feel attractive."
She gave me a sweet smile then scooped up everything but the white shorts and headed back to the closet. Turning around from the closet with a black bra and panties and a white blouse in her hands, she saw me looking intently at her and stopped in her tracks, staring right back at me. She looked set to say something but changed her mind and walked over to the bed. Bending over to pick up the shorts, she quickly raised her head and caught me still looking at her.
"What?" she asked softly, in a concerned manner.
I didn't answer right away, just continued looking at her for a few nervous seconds, before finally saying something.
"Come," was the lone word I uttered.
She walked slowly over and stood before me. I could see her small bosom heaving. She had tiny tits for a chubby woman. I reached out and took both of her hands in mine. I could feel her fingers growing cold. I gently massaged them.
"I was just admiring you aunty ... you are a very beautiful and sexy woman."
She did not say anything. She simply looked down at me and smiled broadly, instantly captivating me with the gap between her two front teeth, that I had always found entrancing. Her light caramel face was glowing deep red. I let go of one of her hands and holding the other one above the wrists tugged gently.
"Sit down."
"Where?" she asked. "There isn't any room for me."
She chuckled nervously and looked to the floor. After a brief moment of silence, I said:
"There is room on me."
