I ditched the final two durations that day as a result of I knew that with the pep rally
happening, there could be loads of alternatives to vanish with out getting
caught. I had no use for pep rallies; in the event that they weren’t going to show me
something, then they’d no enterprise maintaining me. I figured I had higher issues
to do with my time, and as I slipped away, I had no concept how proper I used to be. Even earlier than I reached the entrance door, I might hear music blaring inside. My
Aunt Jennie was staying with us for a few weeks, since she had simply
returned from France and was in search of a spot of her personal. She was most likely
partying now. She was Mother’s youngest sister, someplace in her twenties, and he or she was the
free-spirit of the household, all the time shifting round (prefer to France or Costa Rica),
and Mother and my different aunts had been all the time offended at her or rolling their eyes about
her. However she was the best in my household, and I all the time secretly rooted for
her when everybody gossiped, as a result of she would all the time sit down and discuss to me,
or take me to the flicks, or take me out to eat after I was little. And even
although my identify is Jim, she all the time, all the time known as me Buddy, like I used to be her
buddy. So it didn’t shock or bug me after I stepped in with the tunes cranked from
upstairs. Some previous music–soul, I feel. I bounded up the steps two at a time
to see what was up. The lavatory gentle was on. I giggled eager about Mother getting pissed about
somebody altering the station on her rest room radio once more, and I ready to
shock Aunt Jennie. As a substitute, I froze. She stood going through the large mirror, nude, eyes closed, singing into the hairbrush
and shaking a bathrobe in her clenched fist. I knew I ought to have ducked into
my bed room earlier than she noticed me. However I simply stood there staring, stupidly taking
all of it in. As I gawked at her stunning physique, what struck me essentially the most was her pores and skin. So
honest and clean, unblemished by garments, as my eyes traced her pretty shoulders
and the perimeters of her breasts, right down to the small of her shapely, female again,
her clean hips and ass cheeks mixing into her barely muscled thighs, her
calves, her skinny, stretched toes. I glanced to the mirror, surrendering like a
good pervert, attempting to get a frontal view of her–I had by no means seen an actual
girl bare–and as I did, her eyes opened and met mine within the mirror. She pushed apart the moist strands of her hair and squealed a high-pitched “Ooh!”
The door banged shut in my face. Oh shit. “I’m sorry,” I known as weakly by way of the door, although I doubt she heard me over
the radio. Feeling like an ass, I slunk to my room, closed the door, and threw
myself on my mattress. The radio’s blaring ceased, and I used to be left alone with my
ideas and my responsible conscience. Responsible, but I attempted to consider what I had simply seen, to recollect the
particulars of her stunning physique. It occurred too quick. All I might do was wince
and bury my head in my arms, like I do each time I recall any extraordinarily
embarrassing state of affairs. It was all the more severe as a result of I had all the time thought
about how fairly Aunt Jennie was, and even fantasized about her, particularly
since she had been again from France. And he or she was fairly–not cunning, like in some Playboy video, however actually
engaging, particularly the extra you knew her. She had lengthy, straight blondish
hair, which was shorter when she returned from overseas, and I didn’t like that
at first. However quickly I believed she appeared even higher that method, as a result of her eyes
stood out extra. She had massive grey-blue eyes that had been so expressive they might
virtually communicate aloud. She might say something together with her eyes. Aunt Jennie additionally had an amazing physique. She was tall (I’d say about 5-9 or 5-10),
skinny and powerful, an ideal bicycle owner’s physique which she received from driving a few
hours every day. She additionally had an amazing rack, which I do know might be a
disgusting option to discuss my aunt, however it was true. Her tits had been massive and
full, and agency for his or her dimension. Increasingly more usually I’d discovered myself
gazing them: the spherical curves beneath her arms; the slight jiggle as she
sat; or, every now and then, the particular trace of her nipples stiffening beneath shirt
and bra. And greater than as soon as I do know she caught me eyeing her earlier than I appeared
shortly away. I lay in mattress attempting to recollect what these succulent breasts appeared like simply
moments earlier than, naked and solely inches away, however my thoughts was clouded by the disgrace
I felt. There was a light-weight rapping on the door, and my coronary heart practically stopped. “Can I are available?” she known as. “Positive,” I stated so weakly that I needed to swallow and repeat it louder. The door
creaked open, and he or she sat beside me. “I’m sorry,” I stated with out trying up. “Hey,” she stated tenderly, lifting my head by my chin, “you didn’t do something
incorrect. Don’t be sorry.” Not solely was she not offended, for which I used to be relieved,
however she was sitting subsequent to me carrying her quick gown. (I do know. I couldn’t
assist it, OK?) My eyes touched on hers, then appeared down once more, conveniently
affording me a take a look at her lengthy, naked legs, which led into the darkness solely
inches away beneath the gown. “Okay?” her voice broke in. “It was solely an accident. Don’t be sorry.
Moreover,” and he or she shifted her bent knees away from me, as if she had been going to
go away, “nudity is nothing to be ashamed of.” She grabbed my chin once more. “Have a look at me,” she ordered. “Haven’t you ever seen a unadorned girl?” I shook my
head, my eyes fastened on hers. “Not even your mom?” she requested, and snickered
knowingly after I signaled No. She turned away for a number of lengthy moments, then stroked my cheek as soon as and stated,
“Look.” Jennie abruptly stood up earlier than me. She grinned coyly down at me, after which
slowly parted her gown, revealing her chest between her breasts, then her
tummy, after which . . . oh my god! She let it fall from her shoulders, and
draped it behind her again from her elbows. Probably the most stunning girl in my
world was standing in entrance of me, displaying me her nude physique. Her eyes requested,
“Do you want?” My very own had been too shocked to reply again. My gaze moved down, trying the inconceivable activity of taking all of it in. Her
breasts jutted firmly from her chest above me, every so massive that each of my
arms collectively would barely match round them. They had been capped by broad, pale
nipples, ringed by tiny goosebumps. Her tummy appeared improbably small and flat
beneath her breasts, in order that her bellybutton was solely like a small, darkish chasm
that I so needed to discover with my tongue. Beneath her navel, the slender
tummy merged into that almost all mysterious of locations, the slight female bulge,
topped by her brown pussyhairs, shaven quick and slim. I grew dizzy with
pleasure as I examined her horny pussy, so clearly pampered and cared-for,
to the trace of her pouty lips under, in that candy space the place her skinny,
muscular legs met her shapely hips and clean torso. Oh God. Her voice, skinny and smooth, broke the awkward silence. “You may contact me for those who
like.” I appeared up, quizzingly. “Go on,” she whispered. I stared down at her navel once more, and slowly, hesitantly introduced my shaking
hand to her tummy. My fingertips frivolously brushed her clean pores and skin, tracing down
and over her bellybutton, then again up once more in an arc, till I felt the underside
of her ribs, and I shortly drew my hand away. I appeared down once more to the mattress,
aware greater than something of my unstable erection, which she couldn’t have
seen, as I used to be nonetheless mendacity on my abdomen and leaning up, in order that my hard-on was
grinding into the mattress. However nonetheless, at any second, I would lose it. . . . “Fascinating alternative,” she giggled. “Sit up.” I did. She whispered, “I need you to the touch my breasts.” I sat dazed, blankly staring
up. She reached right down to take my hand in hers, and drew it as much as the underside of
her proper tit, urgent my fingers into the sleek meat curving down under her
nipple. She guided my fingers alongside the aspect of her boob, gently releasing my
hand and letting me really feel for myself. With my fingertips, then my complete hand, then with each arms, I brushed the
full form of her luscious tits, discovering, kneeding, lifting them. They
had been new and smooth. I beloved them. I needed to really feel each inch, however I additionally
desperately wanted to caress her and provides her pleasure, to exhibit my
“method,” of which I had none however what I’d learn from Penthouse letters.
As a substitute, I couldn’t restrain myself; I used to be groping awkwardly, and my fingers
had been drawn to her nipples. She sighed deeply, however whether or not from boredom or
disapproval or arousal, I didn’t know. “Why don’t you slip off your garments and lie down,” she instructed me softly. The
scene was so dreamy, however I shortly complied, tetherless in her management, however
additionally keen–to please her, and in hoping towards hope that what I believed may
occur, would. Susceptible, I stared up, ready. I didn’t know what to do with my arms. So
bare, all I felt was the constriction in my hardened cock, arched throughout my
stomach, touching it with solely the tip of its head. She lay on her aspect, her head by my knees, sidling towards me. “Scoot down.” I did, a bit at a time. My penis throbbed with my motion.
When it was slightly below her head, she patted my tummy playfully and smiled at
me. “OK.” Jennie lifted my dick and slid her hand slowly upward, working her different hand
by way of the hair of my pubus and higher thighs. Then she bent her proper leg, planted her proper foot on the mattress and pointed her
knee to the ceiling, openly spreading her pussy for me. My eyes had been
riveted. “Play with me,” she cooed. With out hesitation, bug-eyed in marvel, I reached for her intercourse. It appeared like
such a posh factor, and to inform the reality, I couldn’t inform precisely the place her
gap was, and I didn’t know the place to the touch her. So I began with essentially the most
acquainted half (from photos, anyway), and brushed my fingertips by way of her
pussy hair. I trailed tenderly to her lips. They appeared so uncovered and smooth
and pink, a bit slick beneath my fingers. Such a turn-on, touching her
femininity. I traced these lips a number of extra occasions, when her hips tilted
barely ahead, receptive to my caresses. That’s so far as I received. From the primary, Aunt Jennie had a mild but surehanded grasp on my dick,
squeezing softly alongside its size. My cock felt full even earlier than she touched
it, and he or she might most likely inform. However at a sure level whereas I used to be touching
her, she actually turned up the warmth. I felt a second grip across the base of my cock, and he or she masterfully stroked my
rod with the right friction: ascending my shaft, tightening as they reached
my head, after which squeezing the swollen bulb as they slipped off and grabbed
once more on the base. After a number of of those torturous and more and more forceful strokes, I needed to shut
my eyes and arch my again. I used to be so shut. “Yesss,” she whispered in a tone I had by no means earlier than heard from her. It was
like a breathless, excited hiss. It made me loopy. Her grip tightened to a fist, and he or she eliminated one hand. Whereas she jerked up
and down on my ripened cock, she tickled behind my balls, then lifted and
squeezed my sack up towards my penis. Her wild jacking centered extra on the
pores and skin round my head. Then her grip on my balls tightened and he or she pulled me
exhausting! “Buddy!” she exclaimed in that very same breathless tone, however louder, like she was
congratulating me for being a superb boy. I misplaced it there. “Ummm,” she hummed as she pumped the sperm from my penis. I couldn’t consider
the wave that carried me. All thought left me, like I’d blacked out from
ecstacy–my cock and asscheeks tightening, my hips bucking ahead then
freezing, my again inflexible, the nerves in my cock aflame beneath her hand,
squeezing seemingly limitless gushes of cum onto my stomach, then by way of her
fingers and down my pole, trickling between my balls and legs. I used to be her
puppet, unable to cease. Lastly, mercifully, she launched me, simply as the feeling was turning into too
a lot. After I opened my eyes, she was sitting up. She appeared down with the
sweetest smile, one which I’ll all the time keep in mind, whereas she stroked my leg. Her
eyes. With out a phrase she rose, then got here again with a humid towel. She wiped and
cleaned me whereas I lay silent and immobile. “Such a multitude,” she teased. After she dried me, she pulled the sheet over me and picked up her gown. She
bent down, her face near mine, and stroked my cheek. “Are you all proper?” I nodded. “I really like you, Buddy,” she stated, and kissed me warmly on the lips. She walked
bare out of my room, closing the door behind her. I keep in mind all of it so clearly. That was the final I noticed of her, utterly
bare. She left unexpectedly early the following morning. Three years in the past, in the present day.
Three years of busting my ass on the gymnasium, of saving myself, of eager about
her, evening after evening. I grin within the mirror, and rub extra mousse into my new
haircut. The shortest I’ve ever had it, however sharp. A person’s haircut. She’ll
prefer it. Mother calls, “Jimmy, the cab’s right here! Let’s go!” “Coming!” I yell. I hope she picks us up on the airport. Surprise if she’ll
make the transfer on me this night already. Regardless of; we’ve received the entire week
earlier than her marriage ceremony, and we don’t fly out till the morning after. I sling my wardrobe bag over my shoulder, and take a look at myself in a single final pose,
cocking my head, seeing me as she’ll see me coming off the airplane. She’ll be
glad to see her Buddy. I flick the lightswitch behind me.