When Rae first introduced me to the incredible sensation of the risk of discovery it took me weeks to recover. I couldn't get the memory of the heightened urgency, the conflicting urges to carry on fucking at all costs and to cover up and run away before our lives were changed irrevocably by being discovered together. The resultant adrenaline fuelled orgasms were absolutely stunning - I never cum so hard as when we're tempting fate and running risks, pushing our luck as hard as we dare and then a little further.
Aunt Rae lives for these moments. She rides an endorphin high for days afterwards. She's so horny at these times that just touching her wet cunt or kissing her neck can tip her into an instant orgasm.
Because these adventures are so exhausting, we leave plenty of time between them, which also gives aunt Rae time to plan what she wants to do next. Rae never asks me and that's just fine. Risk of discovery adventures started as her personal joy, and I'm more than happy to be surprised.
I was beyond excited when I arrived at Rae's one warm evening to take her for a drink - her husband, my uncle Bob, being away on business as usual these days.
Rae had hinted that tonight she wanted to have a "special adventure" and had asked that I dress smartly and make sure I would get past the door of a high-end club. I had been hard pretty much since she told me this, hours earlier.
Rae was almost ready - a short summer dress in cream with low cut front and open back, showing that she wasn't wearing a bra - her small breasts meant that she never really needed to but I found it very hot to see her nipples harden against the fabric of her top when she was aroused.
What's underneath? I asked, smiling.
Wait and see, grinned my aunt, slapping my hand away as I made as if to grab the hem of her dress to pull it up.
Rae found her keys, dropped them in her small black purse and we walked to my car, the roof down.
Could you put the roof up, please? asked Rae. My hair.
I did as she asked and I turned around in her drive and headed towards town.
So, where are we going? I asked, glancing over at the lovely expanse of toned, tanned thigh which had been exposed as she sat in the passenger seat, causing her dress to rise.
We're going to the Jungle Rooms, she said, mentioning the name of a very new, very hip, very expensive club.
I raised an eyebrow. Wow. glad I dressed smart. How come there?
We're meeting my girlfriends.
I was taken aback and didn't know what to say for a moment, and Rae stepped in.
Yes, they all know Bob. Some of them probably know what you look like from my Facebook pictures. Our job is to have as much fun as we can, and I mean absolutely as much as we can, without anyone noticing anything they might think they need to tell Bob. I can trust them mostly, let's see how far we can go..
Also, they know you're my nephew so I think we'll benefit from their reluctance to believe we could be up to no good, but that's just a theory,
This was intense, and a huge thrill.
Bob, although he happily shared his wife with other men, did not know about Rae and I, his nephew. Rae had made it clear that he must never know - it would be the one thing he couldn't tolerate and Rae thought it would be the end of her and Bob and the damage to the family could be massive. As I was turning all this over in my mind, Rae spoke, staring at me sidelong.
Some risk eh? Some thrill. Stakes are very high, Danny boy.
She was grinning.
You're sure? I asked.
Never more sure. I'm fucking soaking, she said, taking my hand and pushing it firmly up her dress, parting her thighs to grant me access. I touched her cunt through her panties (silk, new, I thought) and my fingers were instantly a little sticky as she propped her chin on her hand, her elbow on the car door, and came quietly, her thighs squeezing together on my arm and a long shudder starting at her outstretched toes and moving all the way through her to her shoulders,
I was so hard. This was going to be a good night. Or a disaster, maybe both.
The club had valet parking and as the uniformed attendant held the car door open for my aunt, checking out the gap between her thighs as she stepped onto the curb, I noticed, I toyed with the idea of casually tossing the keys to the valet kid, but resisted on the grounds that my keys would certainly end up in the drain, this being the way ideas like that invariably end with me.
I paid the exorbitant fee for us to pass through the velvet rope, the money for which Rae had given me earlier, thankfully, and we made our way to a reserved table close to one of several bars, busy already but so well staffed that there never seemed to be a queue.
I could hear dance music but saw no dance floor, which I knew existed based on what Rae had told me about the place. as I held her chair and we sat at the table, I said, first to arrive?
Rae nodded - yeah I wanted us to be here when they got here, makes it look less like we arrived as a couple. You're my nephew, back from college and I'm showing you a good time while your uncle is away.
I am showing you a good time, right?
I laughed, making a face that pretended indecision. Rae rolled her eyes
Where, I asked. is the dancing?
Rae nodded at the dark ceiling - upstairs for the energetic stuff, up again for more relaxing music, couple stuff.
I raised my eyebrows, Never been in a club with 3 floors.
I think there are 5 in total, all themed, and loads of bars.
Wow, I said, pretty cool.
They have to have an upstairs dancefloor for a reason, just as they have to have more than one. Some girls love being on the floor above us, but many don't.
Why? I asked, puzzled.
As if on queue a giant roar went up from above and Rae pointed to the ceiling,
As I stared, lost for words, the entire ceiling changed from solid to opaque and finally to transparent - I'd never seen anything like it,
I glanced at Rae, my mouth open.
See if you can spot the girls who left their panties at home, she grinned.
looking up again with more focus, I started pointing them out to Rae, and she to me, as the gyrating mass above us moved in time to the manic beat, lasers, strobes and lights sweeping the whole scene.
Must be deliberately "forgotten" for this place? I asked.
Of course it is - its not something you would overlook coming here of all places, is it?
As I watched I realised that dozens of women had gone without panties and indeed, many of them were maximising the view for us on the lower floor - all of whom were now staring up and clapping and cheering, necks craned, pointing people out to their friends delightedly.
Some women above us were dancing with legs as far open as their moves would allow, slut dropping and squatting on their haunches as they ran their hands up their bodies and piled their hair on top of their heads seductively.
I lost count of the number of bare cunts I saw, and some stunning lingerie - a lot of stockings on display - and even a man in a kilt with plenty to exhibit.
Rae chuckled, her neck strained as she looked up.
I bet that floor takes some mopping every morning, she said.
A powerful female voice called Rae's name over the background noise and we both turned to see 3 women of roughly middle age, comically arranged in order of height - from tiny to practically Amazonian, dressed elegantly in deference to the surroundings, waving and pushing through the throng towards us. on the way the smaller of the women caught the arm of a uniformed waitress carrying a huge tray of empty glasses and gestured to our table. The pretty young woman smiled and nodded as some money discreetly changed hands.
We stood and Rae embraced the newcomers - introducing me as her nephew, back from college and volunteered by uncle Bob to be her chaperone.
No bad thing, said the taller of the women. who I now knew was another Sally.
Rae should always be chaperoned, everywhere. she winked at me and everyone laughed,
The tiny woman, who was less that 5 feet tall, and the middle, more normally proportioned one, were both called Molly, and were therefore Big Molly and Little Molly.
The waitress quickly arrived as we all sat. I instinctively pulled the chair back for Rae which led to lots of sounds of appreciation from the group, much to my embarrassment. Smiling, Rae said, leave him alone, he's too well mannered for you bunch. Don't corrupt him.
Little Molly, who was dark eyed, olive skinned and had black hair loose in curls to her mid-back, good figure, probably considered too heavy by most these days, flashed a perfect white smile at me. Been a long time since I corrupted anyone Danny, want to see if I've still got it?
After a painful silence with everyone staring at me while I struggled for words, the table burst out laughing and Big Molly said, don't let her bother you Danny, she doesn't get out often. I'll throw some cold water over her if she starts humping your leg.
I joined in with the laughter this time and relaxed.
When the waitress returned for the second round, she bent low over the table and I got a long, clear look down her uniform shirt. she had tiny breasts, which I love, and I could see her nipples as her loose bra fell away slightly from her chest.
I jumped as I felt Rae's hand on my semi - erect cock and she said, quietly, you like her Danny? great body.
Rae started stroking me through my trousers, my cock instantly fully hard.
While the others talked and laughed loudly at some story Sally was telling, Rae grinned and nodded along but spoke, softly, conversationally, to me. if the others had been concentrating on Rae they could have heard her - she wasn't whispering.
You want to fuck her? I could watch. I bet if I offered her a thousand she'd do it. want me to?
Rae's hand sped up, my cock twitching.
I'd like to see what her cunt looks like with your cock in it.
The waitress glanced up, but quickly decided she couldn't have heard that word from the nice looking older woman and returned to clearing the empties before hurrying off to collect our order.
