There had been many times when I had tried to catch a glimpse of her naked, or even in her underwear, that is why I spent so at her house. She thought I was there to hang out with John, my cousin, and I am sure if she knew the real truth she would blow the proverbial gasket. The thing was that although she was my aunt I had always fantasized about her and, on many occasions, I had even lay on my bed stroking my cock dreaming of the things that I would like to do to her.
Deborah was her name but since I turned eighteen, two years earlier, she insisted that I dropped the word aunt and just called her Debbie. For someone that was forty-five, and had given birth to three children, her figure was stunning. She had 36D tits, I knew that because I had seen one of her bras in the wash basket once, and wore size fourteen clothes. Yet due to her height, and she was a couple of inches taller than my five feet nine, she had virtually no fat on her. Mind you that was probably because she spent at least three hours a day at the gym.
Sometimes I wondered how her and my mum could have been sisters, you would never believe it if you saw them together, they were total opposites. While Debbie did everything to keep herself in shape my mum did as little as possible. The two of them had been single since my dad and Debbie's husband, my uncle, were killed in a car crash three years earlier and out of the two of them it was Debbie that was more likely to find someone else. I just hoped rather selfishly, that she didn't.
I had decided to go around again, as mum was off on one, and had been for the last couple of hours, and I knew that Debbie wouldn't mind. I think she liked to have the male company, since her two eldest lads had left home, and there was just her and her daughter, my cousin, living there. She was alone most of the days as her daughter worked in a bank and, because I worked nights, I would go round for the company and to get away from mum's bad, everybody hates me, attitude. Besides when I was there she always used to find me little jobs to do because her sons were, as she put it, as much use as a handbrake on a canoe.
As I walked in, I never did knock, she called out to me from upstairs.
"Glad you have turned up I need help getting this bed out, a new one is due in a couple of hours."
"Okay let me take my coat off and I'll be up." I called back.
Hanging my coat on the banister I went upstairs and saw that she had got the mattress out of the room, but was struggling with the base.
"Right then Debbie let's get this thing out of here."
"I'm glad you turned up I phoned my boys and they said they were too busy, as usual."
"Nothing new there then." I said laughing.
"I know I wish they were a quarter as helpful as you are."
The bed was on old style one, with a big thick base, but eventually we managed to get it down the stairs and out the front door.
"Just leave it there I'll get the council to come and fetch it sometime this week."
We went back into the house and I sat on the sofa while Debbie went into the kitchen.
"Do you fancy a coffee or would you prefer a beer, you deserve one."
"I best have coffee it's too early for the other." I replied.
"Go on have a beer one isn't going to hurt."
"Okay then just one and then, if you want, I'll wait and help you with the new bed when it gets here." I told her.
Debbie came back in the room with two beers, handed me mine, and sat on the chair opposite me. Glancing at her occasionally, making sure she didn't catch me, I saw her t-shirt was sticking to her thanks to sweat brought on by the exertions of moving the bed. As she leant back in the leather armchair, and stretched, I noticed that her nipples were jutting through the thin material of her t-shirt, her dark areola clearly visible and I realised that she wasn't wearing a bra.
After all the years that I had lusted for just a sight of her she was now sitting just six feet away from me, her nipples standing proudly, oblivious to the twitching of my cock in my trousers. Averting my eyes before my twitching became a full blown erection I took a large swig from my beer and looked out of the window.
"Do you know what time the new bed is supposed to be here?" I asked, trying to think of anything but her erect nipples.
"They said anytime between two and three o'clock." She replied.
"So knowing the way delivery times work that could be between four and five then." I laughed.
Debbie laughed with me and I turned back to look at her, taking another large mouthful from my beer. My eyes were instantly drawn to her tits and I was relieved to see that her nipples were no longer trying to break out of her top, although the dark outline was still clearly visible. We sat there quietly, neither of us knowing what to talk about, drinking our beer when Debbie switched on the TV.
"We might as well see what's on to kill some time Simon." She said to me.
"I suppose it will be nothing but chat shows that seems to be the daytime schedule nowadays." I replied.
After flicking through and finding nothing she fancied Debbie switched the set off again.
"You were right as usual how about some music?"
I had never heard Debbie listen to music, and hadn't got a clue what she liked, but thinking of her age I assumed that she would prefer music from the seventies, eighties and nineties. As Debbie turned the stereo on I was surprised to hear dance music come booming out of the speakers.
"Hope it's not too loud for you." She shouted making sure I could hear her.
"No it's just about right I'm just surprised you like this type of music."
