Pictures in the Loft

"I'm afraid I've volunteered you for something." I looked over at my father who was driving me home from university, having just completed my first year. It had been a good year, plenty of partying, quite a bit of sex, my first time now a distant memory of Freshers' Week, lots of beer, oh and a bit of studying as well.

"What?" I replied, hoping it wasn't anything too awful.

"Well we were over at your Aunt Sarah's the other weekend and she mentioned that she was thinking about moving and needed to sort the house out a bit before she put it on the market." Aunt Sarah wasn't really my Aunt, she had been our next door neighbour for as long as I could remember, until we moved a couple of years ago, but she'd always been like a second mother to me, her house as familiar to me as my own.

"She's moving?" She and my uncle had divorced the best part of ten years ago, leaving her to finish bringing up their daughter, Julie alone. Julie was the same age as me, our birthdays were even within days of each other, we'd grown up like siblings, had done everything together until puberty pushed us apart a bit. We'd hung around in the same crowd, each of us with the occasional boy or girlfriend, but we'd never hooked up together, it just seemed wrong somehow.

"Well Julie's at university like you now, and she feels the house is too big for just the two of them, and in any event Julie will be leaving home someday soon and with the property market buoyant at the moment now would be a good time."

"Will Julie be there as well?"

"She's away at the moment, something about a field trip, but she'll be back soon."

"What needs doing then Dad?"

"It's mostly clearing out the loft, you know how it was with us, the accumulation of twenty years of rubbish that gets shoved up there. If there's time the garden could do with a bit of a tidy up as well, but the principal problem is the loft, Sarah can't manage to get stuff down without some help. To make it easier she says you can stay with her, it'll save you driving the hour or two each way every day."

I sat back and thought about it. Of course I'd do it, it would be just like helping my parents. I'd not seen much of her in recent years, just the occasional visit, but she'd always been good fun to be with, never talking to me as through I was a child, and if I could catch up with Julie as well, that would be a bonus.

"We've said you can start in a week's time if that's OK with you, give you a few days to catch up with your Mum."

I sat back, reflecting. I'd been looking forward to catching with my old school mates, there were one or two girls I'd thought I'd chance my arm with, now that I wasn't a shy, retiring virgin anymore, the prospect of a couple of months with just my right hand for relief not being particularly attractive after my university days. Still, Aunt Sarah and Julie were not exactly the least attractive people to be looking at either, and I began to dream...

"Here we are then," my father's voice interrupted my reverie as we pulled up outside our house. Mum was waiting at the door and pulled me into a big hug as soon as I got out of the car. I'd never really appreciated her breasts before, sure I'd tried to get to see them, successfully on a couple of ]occasions, but my recent experiences at university had taught me value breasts even more, and I couldn't help wondering what they'd feel like bare. I thrust those thoughts away, this was my Mum!

I was spoilt rotten for the next few days, Mum waiting on me hand and foot, and to be honest whilst initially nice, it began to get a bit claustrophobic, I'd become used to my total independence and a little shamefully I began to look forward to going to stay with Aunt Sarah. I'd had a few evenings out with my old friends, and had laid the foundations for my return with a girl or two.

They'd been away as well, and we'd all matured, or more likely become used to a more liberal outlook on life, the universe and sex. Certainly from the signals I was getting, my right hand might not be as busy as I'd first feared.

In no time at all I was back in Dad's car, small suitcase in the back, heading to Aunt Sarah's. The weather had turned and it was unseasonably warm, presaging a good summer, although being English I had long ago learned not to count my chickens too soon. We pulled up outside her house and memories flooded back, not only of her house, but ours next door, looking subtly different from when we lived there. I wondered if they'd let me have a nose around.

Aunt Sarah came out to greet us, I'd not seen her for a while and was impressed, she'd kept her figure well. Inevitably my eyes drifted to her breasts, encased in a tee shirt with a nice cleavage, down to her trim waist and pert bum clad in tight jeans. But what certainly hadn't changed was the welcoming smile. She held her arms open as I got out of the car and enveloped me in a hug that was every inch the equal of the welcoming hug from my own mother.

Briefly I didn't quite know what to do with my hands, settling for putting them round her back as she squashed her soft body against mine. "Richie!" She exclaimed as her lips planted a kiss on mine, I didn't recall her kissing me there for some years and it was pleasant indeed. "How great to see you again, and looking so good as well! Come on Steve," she addressed my Dad, "bring his case while I take this gorgeous hunk inside!" She linked arms with me and led me indoors, a mock grumbling father following along with my case.

We sat round the familiar kitchen table having a cup of tea, catching up, then Dad announced he was off, embracing Aunt Sarah and shaking hands with me. "Take care son, don't let your Aunt down." With that he got in the car and drove off.

We went back inside and she turned to me, "What do you want to do next? Unpack or get started?"

"Let's have a look and see what needs doing first Aunt Sarah," I suggested.

"I think it's time you stopped calling me 'Aunt', you're an adult now and deserve to be treated as one in all respects. OK?"

"OK," I paused, "Sarah!" I ventured, feeling very awkward about it. She led me upstairs, my face following her bum, then we pulled down the loft ladder and she started up. Once again I was treated to a lovely view as I climbed up behind her, immediately feeling the difference in temperature.

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed as I stood upright.

"Exactly! I can't believe how I've managed to accumulate so much junk."

"I was actually referring to the temperature, but now you mention it, I can't help but agree. Is it all going?"

"Most of it. I want to follow the maxim, 'If in doubt, throw it out'. Certainly all the old furniture," she indicated a load of old chairs, drawer units, surrounded by box after box. "Some of it is Simon's, I've been in touch with him and he doesn't want anything. Julie will no doubt quibble about her old toys, but they can all go to the charity shops. Anything else to the council tip or a skip if you think that's a better idea."

I looked around again and calculated just how many trips to the tip would be required and confirmed that a skip seemed a good idea. A big one! "Right, let's get down and get changed into some old clothes. You did bring some?" She continued seeing my nod, "I'll order a skip for tomorrow and we can make a start right now. If we get the furniture down and break it up, we can get one lot in my car and take it to the tip today."

She turned away and started down the ladder, affording me a good look down her cleavage, seeing the swell of her breasts. If I was going to keep getting looks at her breasts and bum, I thought, I'd need to be careful about not getting embarrassing erections all the time, nice though it was.

I took my case up to the room I was going to be using and unpacked enough to get to my old shorts and tee shirts. Briefly I contemplated closing the door while I changed, but I could hear Sarah on the phone downstairs and risked it. She came upstairs just as I was ready. "Right, I'll change and we can get started." She went into her bedroom and pulled the door to, leaving a gap of about six inches.

I tried not to look, but couldn't help it and had to peek, staying well away from the doorway. Initially I could see nothing, but as I moved a little I could see a mirror and in its reflection a partially undressed Sarah. Just her bra initially then her panties were visible. Unconsciously I tugged on my cock, squeezing it in my fingers, then coming back to my senses, released it and moved to the bottom of the ladder, starting up as quietly as I could.

I'd just got to the top when Sarah called out, "How are we going to play this? Where do you want me?" All sorts of possible answers ran through my mind, but again common sense prevailed and I suggested she stood on the landing and I'd lower the items down to her, then we could take them out and break them up. We set to and soon established a way of working. Her tee shirt was baggier than the one she'd been wearing earlier and I kept getting glimpses of bra encased breasts, but from the loft it was difficult to get a good look.

"OK, that's enough for one trip I think," I guessed, descending the steps where I saw everything piled up neatly.

Sarah looked at me and laughed. "What's funny?" I asked.

"Go and look at yourself in the mirror," she replied. I did so and saw that my face was almost black from all the dust and dirt. "I'll have to give you a bath tonight like I used to when you were little," she suggested. If only I thought.

We carried everything down and set it behind her car. It was a small estate and I put the back seats down and started to break up the chairs, mostly just using brute force and ignorance, but occasionally having to resort to a saw or hammer. Sarah helped by picking all the pieces up and loading them in the car, affording me plenty of looks at her breasts. I was going to have a great wank tonight I thought, as I looked at her bum as she was leaning into the car.

We set off for the tip and backed up to the wood section and began throwing it out, getting Sarah nearly as dirty as I was in the process. It didn't take long and then we were back home. "Want to do a bit more?" I asked. "How about we go and have a root around, see what needs doing up there, try to get stuff sorted into dump and charity shop?" We climbed back up and started peering in boxes, roughly shifting them into categories.

"What are these Sarah?" I asked, holding some photo albums up.

"Oh those will be from my modelling days."

"You were a model?"

"Don't sound so surprised, yes I was a photographic model before I met Simon. Nothing fancy, mostly bras and knickers for catalogues."

"Catalogues?" I queried, confused.

"Yes they were the Amazon of their day, an agent would have a catalogue with everything in it, from lingerie to car parts and you could order them and they'd be posted to you. You could even pay them off in instalments. I thought I'd chucked them all away. We can have a look later if you like, it'll be a laugh." I put the albums back and we continued to ferret around.

"Let's call it a day," suggested Sarah, "the skip will be here first thing and I didn't realise I'd get so dirty. I need a shower and some clean clothes. Do you mind if I go first?"

"Sure, I'll finish here and put the ladder back up." Sarah climbed down and I heard her get a towel from the airing cupboard and go into the bathroom. Quickly I went back to the box with the albums and opened it again. I pulled out an album and saw it was a bit like a scrapbook, cut out pictures on thin glossy paper, pictures of a woman wearing just a pair of knickers and a bra. I peered closer and could see it was indeed Sarah.

Once more my hand went to my cock, squeezing it as I leafed through the pages. It was pretty tame compared with some of today's underwear, but as I looked closer I could see in some of them there was a shadow under the panties, surely not pubes I thought. Peering even closer I could almost imagine the darkness of nipples as well.

I put the book aside and picked the next one up, these were proper pictures, and appeared to be the originals of the catalogue cuttings. Sure enough my suspicions were confirmed, I could see the shadow of pubic hair and definite round nipples though the lace of the bras. My cock began to get hard at the thought of Sarah having these taken. I heard the shower start and knew I didn't have long.

Digging deeper there were two or three more albums, then I came across a magazine. Pulling it out I saw it was called 'Mayfair' and thumbing the pages could see pictures of nude women, breasts bare and some totally naked with pubic hair showing. As I tugged at my cock I heard the shower stop and without thinking shoved the magazine in my waistband, covering it with my tee shirt and started to climb down. Quickly I went into my room and tucked the magazine under my pillow, then returned to the landing and was just sliding the ladder back up, when the bathroom door opened and a towel wrapped Sarah emerged, hair still dripping wet.

"Bathroom's free," she said, "I'll get you a towel." She opened the airing cupboard and reached up for a fresh towel, holding hers tightly wrapped with one hand. I caught a glimpse of the crease across the back of her thighs as she stretched, then she handed the towel to me. "Just leave your clothes in there with mine, I'll put them through the washing machine tonight."

She turned away and went into her room, swinging the door to as she went. Once more a small gap was left and I peeked in. There in the mirror I could see her, and as I watched she dropped the towel, leaving her naked. I could only see the top of her bum, her back and a bit of side boob as she walked out of my line of vision, but it was enough to make my cock twitch. Quietly I went into the bathroom and closed the door. Dropping the towel, I dragged my shorts down and grabbed my rock hard cock in my hand and started masturbating furiously, my eyes shut, reliving the sight of Sarah naked.

I looked around and saw the pile of her clothes, there on top was her bra and a pair of panties, carelessly discarded. I picked them up and held them to my nose, inhaling what I could imagine was the scent of her pussy so recently pressed against the soft cotton gusset. Faster and harder I rubbed my cock, feeling the cum rising in me, wrapping her panties around my shaft, then I exploded, turning to shoot my cum into the shower cubicle, spurting out miles in front of me, my knees buckling, cumming as hard as I ever had, until I was spent.

Guiltily I put her panties back on the pile, pleased to see that I had managed not to spatter them with cum and undressed, dropping my clothes on top of hers. Stepping under the hot water I washed myself clean, seeing the dirt swirl down the plug with the globules of cum that I had sprayed around. I made sure everything was clean before I got out and with a towel round my waist I retreated to my room. This time I made sure I shut the door as I wanted a quick look at the magazine. I pulled it out and flicked through it, seeing all the models posed in various states of undress, wondering why it was in with the box of photos. Surely Sarah wasn't in there?

I scanned through and suddenly there was her face, she was wearing a negligee that pretty much covered her up and I was about to explore further when there was a knock on my door. Hastily I stuffed the magazine back under the pillow as Sarah's voice came through the door, "Richie, I'll be out on the patio when you're ready, I'll pour us a couple of beers, I think we deserve them. See you in a minute."

Damn! Now I'd have to wait. I dressed in a clean tee shirt and some tailored shorts and went downstairs and outside to find Sarah reclining on a sun lounger sipping her beer. "Sorry, couldn't wait for you, I needed to get all that dust out of my throat." I took in her body as I sat down and picked up my own beer, she was dressed in a pair of fairly conservative shorts, and had put on a short sleeved blouse, but had left the bottom buttons undone and had tied the tails in a knot under her breasts. I could see her tanned, flat stomach and belly button.

She appeared to be wearing a bra but I could still see the swell of her breasts and cleavage. "Cheers!" I raised my glass and took a deep draught of the cold lager, appreciating the way it slid down my throat. We made small talk for a while, Sarah explaining that the house was now much too big for her, even when Julie was home, and downsizing seemed to be a good idea.

I told her about my life at university, well most of it and she filled me in on what Julie was up to. I managed not to stare at her too much, although my mind kept flitting between the sight in front of me and what more might be revealed when I could get back upstairs to the magazine. We had dinner, and after clearing up sat down to watch some TV. There wasn't a lot on and I noticed that she didn't seem to be able to get comfortable, wriggling on the seat and she kept easing the straps of her bra.

"Richie, do you mind if I go and put something a little more comfortable on? I'm not used to wearing tight clothes in the evenings, when it's just me I tend to slob out a bit."

"Of course not Sarah, it is your house after all." She got up and disappeared upstairs, so I took the opportunity of easing my cock in my shorts so that I was comfortable as well, even though they were a little constricting.

She re-appeared after a few minutes dressed in a baggy mid-thigh tee shirt and what appeared to be a pair of boxer shorts. Clearly she was not wearing her bra anymore as her breasts were wobbling freely under the tee shirt, as one of my friends was wont to say, 'like a pair of ferrets in a sack'. Moreover the ferrets' noses were making themselves known through the material. The boxers had fairly baggy legs and I wondered if she had any panties on underneath. Unbidden my cock twitched at the thought as she settled back into her chair, tucking her feet under her.

"That's better," she said," I hate that feeling of being trussed up. Are you OK in those or do you want to change?" Much as I would have liked to put on something more comfortable I had visions of my cock tenting anything looser and embarrassing me, so I said I was OK, although the pressure was starting to be felt.

We watched until the end of the film, then decided to go to bed. Sarah followed me up the stairs so I was denied the chance to try to see if she was wearing panties, then on the landing she pulled me into a hug, her breasts pressing against my chest. They felt pretty firm and I had to pull my lower half away from her in case she felt my hard-on. "Thanks for all your work today, we made a good start I think. Sleep well and I'll see you in the morning." With that she gave me a peck on the lips and went into her bedroom, pulling the door to, but not closing it fully I noticed.

I went into my room and closed the door properly, with what I was intending doing I had no wish to be observed. Feverishly I yanked down my shorts and boxers, my cock springing up in front of me. I sat on the bed, my back propped against the pillows and reached for the magazine I had hidden there. I turned to where I thought I had seen Sarah's pictures earlier and looked again. Sure enough it was definitely her, there was no mistaking that smile.

I could see her nipples through the negligee and my hand found my cock and started stroking it, then turning the page. The next picture had her with the negligee pulled down, exposing the tops of her breasts and her nipples fully, they were pale pink and semi puffy, her areola melding seamlessly into her breasts. The next one showed her without the negligee and my breath stuck in my throat as I saw her tits for the first time. They projected almost horizontally from her chest, no wonder they had wobbled so enticingly earlier.