Saturday morning came and I could hardly wait for my parents and sister to set off. My mother left with the words "Are you sure you will be alright?"
"Don't worry Mum, Auntie Em will make sure I don't get into anything I shouldn't." The main things I was interested in getting into right at that moment were Auntie Em's panties and also her bed.
I had packed a few things for the weekend in a small overnight bag and after getting myself ready I was soon on my way to Auntie Em's. I decided to take the long route via the main road as this made sure I did not risk spoiling my clothes taking the paths through the fields which included the odd stile or two. I wanted her first impression of me to be just right and besides it gave me a chance to calm the nerves that were coursing through my body.
I knocked on the front door of Auntie Em's little house. I still had my key but somehow this felt different to my normal working days. The door was opened by a smiling Auntie Em who looked a little different to the lady I knew. She wore a bright, crisp white blouse and a floral pleated skirt that fell to just below her knees. She had done something to her short blonde hair, obviously trying to make the best of it, and there was also a hint of perfume in the air. She was clearly wearing a little make-up and lipstick which made her look much prettier than usual. I felt the beginning of a hardness between my legs as I looked at the "new" Auntie Em and wondered what lay ahead.
"Take your bag upstairs to the spare room John. I have one or two jobs to finish and then I will make us some coffee. You settle down and make yourself comfortable. You've done enough work for one week"
The reference to the "spare room" had me puzzled. Was Auntie Em having second thoughts or was it just her way of giving me a little space in case I was having second thoughts of my own. I did as requested and took my bag upstairs before calling to make use of the bathroom. The nerves had re-emerged and were starting to get the better of me. The longer that this period of indecision continued the more they were likely to take control. One of us was going to have to make the first move and somehow I suspected that ladies of Auntie Em's age had not been brought up to make that first move. It was going to have to be me who broke the ice, whenever the opportunity arose.
I settled down in a chair in Auntie Em's small living room and started to read the morning newspaper. Then my aunt appeared at the doorway to ask if I wanted coffee or tea.
"Whatever you are having Emily" I spoke, quite proud of myself for addressing her as ordered.
Auntie Em gave me a look of approval and disappeared into the kitchen.
Soon she returned with two steaming mugs of coffee and we sat across from one another making small talk as the coffee cooled. As we talked I noticed Auntie Em kept crossing and uncrossing her legs causing the skirt to rise to a little above her knees. I was not sure if this was a sign of nerves at the imminent surrender of something she had preserved for 50 years or if it was done on purpose to arouse me. Whatever the reason it was having its effect as I looked at her quite shapely nylon-covered legs and her shoes that had a semi-high heel. I was wondering if she had opted for tights or stuck to her preferred stockings as my cock again began to harden. Mum had made sure to instruct me to wear my best and newest underwear and the stiffness of the fabric was now evident against my even stiffer cock.
I longed to join Auntie Em on the sofa and take her in my arms but my lack of experience somehow made this a step too far.
The coffees were drunk and Auntie Em picked up the mugs to take them back into the kitchen. She was always one to keep on top of things like washing up and old habits obviously die hard. I watched her disappear from the room.
The sight of her backside swaying as she walked on her semi-high heels sent a little shiver down my spine. There was nothing for it. It was up to me to make the first move and I rose from my chair and went to the open kitchen door. Auntie Em had her back to me putting the coffee mugs into the sink. Without giving myself time to re-think the situation and have doubts I crept up behind her placing my hands on her backside and kissed the side of her neck. She froze as I did so but made no move to escape and as the seconds passed her head moved in approval of my continuing short gentle kisses and she seemed to push herself against my body. Any closer and she would feel the long hard erection that was waiting just for her.
My hands moved from Auntie Em's backside and slid below her arms and then rose to cup her breasts as she began to moan softly. I could feel the softness of her breasts through the material of her blouse and bra and as I fondled them gently but firmly the first signs of her hardening nipples became evident. Auntie Em made no attempt to repulse my advances and in fact she pushed herself further back against me. I sensed she could now feel the hardness of my cock which was directly in line with her small, firm buttocks. She gently moved those buttocks rubbing them against a cock that was getting even harder and even longer.
My left hand stayed working its magic on Auntie Em's left breast whilst my right moved down to the top of her skirt and felt the slight hint of a tummy. I started to rub it up and down with each downward rub taking me lower and lower. Auntie Em's moaning got more pronounced as my right hand was now against her crotch and clearly starting to arouse feelings she had hidden for so long. I decided to concentrate my efforts solely on her crotch area as she was obviously getting so much pleasure down there. I started to use my fingers to gradually raise the skirt inch by inch and was so glad that Auntie Em had chosen a flowing skirt with plenty of room for my desires.
Auntie Em clearly had no intention of stopping me and in fact her left hand had now gone down to the hem of her skirt and was helping me by raising it upwards. Soon I felt the skirt above my hand and not below it as I got my first touch of her panties with her still inside them.
They felt silky and lacy and so good to the touch and as my hand strayed to the crotch I realised that they were damp too. This prim and proper lady who had always kept herself intact was starting to show signs of arousal that I had not expected. I had imagined that her pussy might need lots of stimulation after all these years of inactivity. How wrong could I have been.
