Over the years I have become a master in the art of pickups and quickies and I secretly nicknamed myself the quick brown fox. After the first time it didn't take me long to learn to recognize when pussy was there for the immediate taking and how to make it happen, either on the spot or soon after, someplace else. It all started when I was eighteen and got a tight hug in greeting from my lovely thirty six year old aunt Susan. That embrace from the soft slender body and the resulting pressure of boob-sized breasts unreservedly pressed into my chest sent an unprecedented shiver through my hormone-raging virginal body that I'm sure my aunt must have felt.
Aunt sue had been living abroad for eight years, and two days after her arrival back in the country, she popped in, along with three other family ladies, to visit my mom, her older sister. It was mid afternoon so only mom and I were at home.
As a show of respect to my dear aunt and from fear of raising the ire of my mom I did not do one of my usual disappearing acts that I was famed for when we had visitors. I sat with the ladies listening to their chatter for an hour before I begged an excuse, citing that I had some studying to do for an exam the next day.
As I sat opposite my aunt I couldn't help taking furtive glances at her smooth caramel knees and the six or eight inches of thighs below the receded hem of the knee length green and white dress. She caught me a couple of times and didn't seem to mind as she sweetly offered what looked like reassuring smiles as she gently stroked the black dreadlocks hanging to her bosom. This emboldened me and soon I was unabashedly ogling my aunts slender, shapely body. She still didn't seem to mind my obvious appraisal of and lusty interest in her body and a couple of times briefly but intently held my gaze when our eyes met. On each occasion there was a twinkle in her eyes that seemed to be saying "I know what you are doing and what you are thinking"
I was a virgin and a novice in matters of sexual play but I was old enough to recognize the mutual interest, and young and daring enough to think that something nice could happen between us that afternoon, given the chance. When I got up to leave I had a bit of a hard on and I noticed her quick glance below my waist. Up in my room I was tormented by images in my head and came down a couple of times under the pretext of going to the kitchen, each time looking boldly at my sexy aunt. She was indeed sexy and lovely. Tall and slim with a round dimpled, pretty face, narrow waist and wide hips and plump ass. She had shiny, mid-brown eyes and full upward curved lips. I remember as a kid, hearing of her modeling and contesting in local beauty pageants, one of which she'd won.
I came downstairs a third time with the clear intent of throwing caution to the wind and making some kind of signal to her. I was consumed by lust and irrational daring. The daring was no doubt helped by the two glasses of my mom's homemade wine that I had been allowed to imbibe, perhaps because she didn't want me to feel embarrassed in front of my female family. I walked down noiselessly and stood on the turn of the step. Because of where she was seated only aunt Sue could see me. I didn't even get time to formulate one, much less make a signal, for I heard my aunt say:
"Gina, I think your home-made wine and all this local food that I haven't had for so long is threatening to give me a bout of diarrhea, my bowels are churning. Is your bathroom in the same place?"
They all laughed at her discomfort.