Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 01

... juice. I realised that she could not really drink alcohol as she would be driving, but it seemed a bit odd to be taking so little. Still, I reasoned, there were only to be six of us. I stepped outside ahead of her and glanced at her again as she locked the door of the house behind them. I admired the subtle curves of her waist and hips, and the contours of her shapely backside. Again I glanced at the way her dress moved against her, and as she drove I found it impossible to resist glancing from time to time at her neckline, her small boobs, and the folds of her dress across her lap. During the journey -- which lasted about half an hour -- I hoped she didn't notice my hard-on, though a couple of times her glance seemed to drop to it. Although it was summer, it was proving to be a typical British summer. Several days of sun were due to be followed by a week of &#034unsettled&#034 weather. In weather forecast-speak this usually meant persistent rain (and often wind as well) -- &#034settled&#034 bad weather in fact! It was drizzling as we set off and raining steadily after about ten minutes. _________________________ We drove through the town where Aunt Anne's friends lived and to the suburbs on the south side. They lived on the edge of the town on a short road of impressive detached houses. We pulled into the drive and dashed to the door to escape the rain, which had now become heavy. A woman in her mid forties and about five feet three or four inches tall answered the door and ...

... let us in. Aunt Anne introduced her to me as Lucy, and introduced me to her. The two women smiled, a little conspiratorially I thought, as my aunt brandished one of the carrier bags in her hand and went up the stairs. Lucy, our host, showed me into the lounge. There was a large coffee table, but apart from a bottle of wine, a few cans, a jug of fresh orange juice and some glasses there was no other booze there, and hardly any food. It looked as if it was going to be an even more boring evening than I had suspected. I wondered whether I was going to have endless holiday photos inflicted upon me. Although it was now raining hard outside, it was still far from dark, yet the vertical blinds were closed and the room was softly lit by a couple of lamps. The carpet and the furniture looked expensive. The other odd thing was that in the middle of the coffee table there was a folded piece of paper and two dice, ordinary, board-game type. I groaned inwardly. It looked as though there was going to be some kind of party game, especially as one die was pink and the other blue. I don't mind some party games, but, let's be honest, others are downright dull or else embarrassing -- especially with people you don't know and without a reasonable amount of drink to loosen your inhibitions. Another couple was present, Caroline and Jack. They too looked to be in their mid-forties. We all made small talk for a while. Aunt Anne came into the lounge. Again the atmosphere seemed a little strange, and ...