Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... been on the ceiling, looking down on the cubicle. Aunt Wanda must have known that the video screen would cycle round until it got to her. Or did she? Whatever the case may have been, the sight of her naked was even better than I imagined it would be. She looked out of this world. I watched for another minute or so and was treated to more great images of her fabulous boobs and shapely rear. I still had a massive boner and made myself look away from the screen, take three deep breaths and re-compose myself. I decided to take a cold shower and didn’t look back at the screen as I entered the en suite bathroom, stripped off quickly and climbed into the shower cubicle. I braced myself for the cold and had to stop myself from screaming out as the first freezing jet hit my chest. My cock shrivelled almost immediately. I squeezed out some shower gel hanging neatly from a hook and washed myself quickly, paying particular attention to my cock, armpits and feet. I didn’t want the smell of sweat to put a kybosh on the forthcoming events. I switched off the shower and stepped out on to the carpet, relieved to be out of the cold cascade. I grabbed a towel and started drying myself vigorously. I felt refreshed and relieved that my hard on had receded for the time being. I continued to rub myself down quickly to ensure I beat Aunt Wanda back into the bedroom. It wasn’t to be. I’d just got my feet left when I heard the click of the other door opening and closing. “Nephew Ricky!” Aunt Wanda ...

... sang out. “In here,” I shouted back, “I’ll not be a second.” “Come on Ricky, now. We haven’t got all night. You’re Aunt’s gonna need her beauty sl**p at some stage.” With that, The Average White Band’s ‘Pick up the pieces’ started up and I thought I better get out there before I missed the show. I gave my feet a quick rub and wrapped the white towel around my otherwise naked body. I poked my head out of the door, wondering if Aunt Wanda’s friend had arrived with her. All those thoughts were soon out of the window as I stared at the imposing figure of Aunt Wanda, a few feet in front of me, her back turned, moving seductively in time to the funky music. She had on black stockings with a single thin line running up the back of her legs, suspenders, a black, latex thong and a see through white blouse. Her hair was hung loose and under the blouse I could make out that she was wearing a matching latex corset. Black, shiny, high heels finished off her sexy outfit. She spun round as she heard the door open and I could see that she only had two buttons on the blouse fastened. Her hands moved up over her body and she stopped at her boobs, gently massaging them through her clothes as she stared at me intently. “Well don’t just stand there Ricky,” she said sassily, “Come and take a seat in front of your Aunt Wanda here on the bed. She leaned over and patted where she wanted me to sit, giving me another great view of her fantastic cleavage. I slowly walked over, our eyes never breaking ...