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Aunty Sandra was around 36 years old at the time when I was 19 studying in an all boys school and living in the hostel. In our school Aunty Sandra was the in charge of the College canteen. She had a gorgeous figure with sexy long legs and wore a black skirt that ended well above her knees and a dark green blouse everyday as it was the uniform issued for the canteen supervisor. What she wore under the uniform was yet to be found or yet to be shown. She was a very friendly woman and was flirtatious with the guys. The canteen is heavily patronized during the interval and guys make it a point to rub their hands or bodies against Aunty Sandra's body and her boobs on the pretext of doing so due to the limited space inside the canteen. Aunty Sandra likes this behavior of the guys and she too squeezes past the guys when she walks around.
Guys go individually or in smaller numbers during non-interval times. I go all the time because I get real hot looking at Aunty Sandra and her flirtatious behavior. The access we had to women was very restricted and Aunty Sandra was the dream woman of many guys in the hostel. We discuss Aunty Sandra and her sexy behaviors late into the night. Over a period of time, I got very friendly with her to the extent I started pinching and tickling her all over. While tickling, I take extra care about pinching her boobs and caressing her thighs etc.
One day I got real hot and followed Aunty Sandra to the toilet and stood near the door after she closed it. After listening to her pissing and flushing the toilet, I ran off just before she opened the door and came out. This really turned me on and I ended up masturbating thinking of her. She uses the ladies toilet that is adjacent to our rooms and the cubicles have a gap between the roof and the boards. The next day I put a wooden stool near the cubicle and kept a flower arrangement on it. This ensured that that I could easily climb it and get a peek inside. Later that day I followed Aunty Sandra to the toilet and no sooner she closed the door I moved the flower arrangement aside and climbed the stool.
She had by then put the toilet seat down and her hands were inside the black skirt. She pulled out her pink sexy panties down her legs to her knees, lifted her skirt up and sat on the toilet seat. Her pussy hair was trimmed very short. She waited for a couple of seconds to release her muscles and started pissing, releasing a stream of pee that lasted about a minute. Goodness gracious what a sight it was and my cock was real hard inside my trousers threatening to orgasm even without touching it. After peeing she waited for a while, got up and wore her panties without even wiping her pussy with toilet paper and flushed the toilet. As soon as she had her hand on the flush handle I got off the stool, replaced the flower arrangement and ran off to the canteen. I ordered a drink and was waiting for her.
"Hi, nice to see you, I was wondering if you were on leave today." I said to Aunty Sandra when she came back.
"Nice seeing you too, I just went to the washroom. Did you order what you want?" she said
"Yeah thanks, I ordered a cool drink because I feel hot" I told her with a wink and pressing my body to her and giving her a friendly tickle.
"Naughty boy" she said tickling me back and giving a pinch on my back.
Since then I peeped into the toilet many times and got away before she came out, each time ordering a drink from the canteen steward before she came back. By doing this operation quite often, I had a good knowledge of the colors of the panties she wore, the types of panties and the length of her pussy hair, when she trimmed it etc. I must say she took good care of her pussy and had an excellent taste in selecting sexy panties and thongs. Though her uniform was the same everyday, what she wore underneath had a lot of variety.
Then, one day I got the shock of my life. When I was peeping at her from the top of the toilet cubicle she suddenly looked up at me and said "Hi Fred, haven't you got enough of seeing me like this virtually every day?"
I got all stuck for words and said "Sssorry Aunty Sandra I just thought..." My voice trailed off as I tried to speak.
She smiled and pissed, then said "I think I should report you for peeping on me for such a long time ..." While she was laughing, talking and pissing, she removed her panties fully and took them into her hand, smelled the crotch once and threw them up at me and said "smell them."
This sounded more of a command than a request. The crotch of her panty was indeed wet with a mixture of her juices and piss. I smelled them as ordered. It smelled musky and sexy. Then she put her skirt down, opened the door and came out. When she came out I was still standing with her panties in my hand and she said "is that what you want?"
She reached into my hand, grabbed her panties back and while I was still on the stool she bent down and slid her panties back on. She said "catch you up later, have a nice day" and went off.
I was left high and dry on a stool with a raging hard on. The only thing I was left with was to go back to the hostel and masturbate and I did exactly the same.
Later, I went back to the canteen to get a glimpse oh her and have a drink. Meeting her there, we behaved as if nothing unusual happened. The next day too I went to the canteen during the interval. While I was there, she mingled around, pressing her self into the guys whom she came in contact with. When the interval was over and I was about to go off she came over and said "I am going for a pee in half an hour, I want you there."
I turned red hearing her command. I was so turned on and mentally tortured for the next half an hour. This time I went to the toilet before her and waited.
