Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 01

... all present -- except me -- seemed to exchange some knowing glances. My aunt arranged the snacks on the coffee table. I felt uncomfortable. Caroline had light blond wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. She was busty -- I guessed a DD or maybe even an E. She had a soft provincial accent and laughed quietly but frequently. She was wearing a tight, pale blue jersey dress that, like my aunt's, hugged her hips and belly. But although she was bustier and curvier, with wider hips and a slightly plumper stomach than my aunt, she was not much bigger overall, and she was by o means overweight. As I looked closer I guessed that she was probably in fact in her late, not mid-, forties. She showed an inch or so of cleavage above her dress, and I found myself glancing again and again at the rise and fall of her ample breasts under her tight dress. I could just make out her nipples through the soft-looking fabric. To my horror I felt the early stages of my hard-on returning. Like my aunt, her legs were bare. And, a littler like Aunt Anne's, they weren't skinny -- nor fat. Lucy had a nondescript accent, but she did have a mannerism that, whilst undoubtedly subconscious, struck me as very erotic. From time to time she would lick her lips, especially if she spoke for several sentences without interruption. Like all mannerisms, once I noticed it became hard not to, and I found my eyes drawn to the movement of her mouth whenever she spoke. Her shoulder-length hair was dark and slightly wavy, ...

... natural and in fact bordering on the slightly untidy. Her lips were thin and she wore a mid-pink lip gloss. Her eyes were blue and piercing. She was wearing a red satin blouse and a black skirt that reached half-way down her slender thighs. She was fairly slim with modest sized breasts, I reckoned B-cup. She sat with her leg crossed; her exposed lower thigh looked good in sheer black nylon. If it had been a warmer evening she would no doubt have been bare-legged like my aunt and Caroline. I found my gaze being drawn to her shapely, slender legs, and their sheer black covering made them more appealing. The top two buttons of her blouse were unfastened and just the top of her cleavage was revealed. Also her blouse gaped open slightly between the buttons, giving glimpses of pale bare skin. It was only the skin of her abdomen and a little of her breasts, but it seemed inviting and enticing. Or maybe it says more about my wandering eyes, even where women twice my age were concerned. To my surprise and embarrassment both Lucy and Caroline made a lot of eye contact with me and sometimes even seemed to be running their eyes over me. I felt uncomfortable, and was sure I must be imagining it -- too much porn must be making me read too much into harmless and friendly glances, I thought. After all, Lucy's husband, Bill, was in the room with her, and so was Jack, Caroline's partner. But then again -- though I thought I must be imagining it -- Bill's eyes seemed to be roving over Caroline and ...