It was no more than two weeks after my eighteenth birthday that my mother asked me to give Aunt Jean a hand in moving house. She was not my real Aunt but a close family friend and I'd been told to call her Aunt Jean ever since I can remember. Jean's husband had left for the new house already as much work was needed to be done before they could move in. He was to stay away whilst arranging the work and then hire a van on the Saturday to collect their furniture and possessions. I was to help box everything on the Friday and move all the smaller items into the garage for easy loading on the Saturday. It was all straightforward but there was a problem and it was my problem. Four years ago Aunt Jean had caught me staring at her or rather at her chest and I'd been given a good telling off with threats of informing my mother. With that embarrassment and my overwhelming shyness I'd tried to avoid Aunt Jean since then for fear of being told off again or worse.
Come the Friday I set about my tasks with vigour hoping to finish by the afternoon and go back home but Jean had other ideas. When I had more or less finished in the garage she asked me to help in the kitchen and lounge wrapping ornaments and doing all the boxing. It seemed to me that Jean had done nothing although she explained that the big pile of papers was taking longer to sort than she had foreseen. In the early evening I had finished in the kitchen and went through to the lounge and stopped dead in my tracks.
"Come in John, I hope you're able to join me now. Have you finished in the kitchen and can sort these last few ornaments out with me?" asked Jean.
"Yes", I stuttered feeling my face turning crimson. Jean had changed her clothes since I'd last seen her and was now wearing a very short black skirt and the very top that hugged her breasts when she had shouted at me all that time ago.
"Oh good", she said with a lovely smile that was intent on putting me at ease. "Just a few more items to box up and then we can relax and have a drink or two."
I continued working but not now as quickly and mightily tried not to gaze over at Jean. Occasionally she spoke and I had to look but averted my eyes as soon as I could. Nevertheless my eyes took in the protruding breasts and her long bare legs. In her crossed legged position on the sofa I guessed that I should have been able to see her panties had I dared look long enough.
"All finished," she announced as if to the world and not just me in the room. "Finish off that last box whilst I get the wine," she added and left the room.
My eyes followed every movement of her bottom and at last I was able to adjust my erection to an upright position and not sticking out so much. I had kept my groin out of view for what seemed like ages, by keeping the large box I was filling between myself and Jean. It was such a relief that I stroked the front of my trousers in comfort.
"That's much better," said Jean re-entering the room with a wicked smile playing across her lips.
"What?" I spluttered shyly hoping that she had not seen.
"It's time now to relax and enjoy a nice bottle of Malcolm's homemade elderberry wine. Must be careful though because my husband's wine can make me tipsy as well as...........no, better not go there," replied Jean. "Come up here and sit on the sofa with me."
I declined Jean's offer of a glass of Malcolm's wine as I'd tasted it previously and would rather drink piss, not that I know how that tastes.
"Tell me about all your girlfriends," said Jean whilst taking a generous swig of wine.
I was sitting rather stiffly with my hands together in my lap and was both slow and reluctant to answer, as simply I'd never had one of any note.
Jean moved closer putting an elbow on the back of the sofa and leaning over to whisper in my ear. Her left breast pressed into my right upper arm caused my cock to twitch. "Come on tell me. I know that you're shy and perhaps I can help."
As she whispered, with her lips almost touching my ear, my whole body tensed with the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
"I don't really meet any girls having been to an all boys school but I might when I go to college in a couple of months."
"Oh, you will John, probably lots and what will you want to do with them?" Jean asked cheekily.
"What do you mean?" I said in all innocence.
"Are you going to kiss them?" said Jean and then whispered again close to my ear, "Or something more?"
My cock twitched again with the closeness of Jean's lips to my ear and the strain against the inside of my pants was becoming unbearable. I didn't answer.
"I said I'd try to help especially getting over being too shy. Will you do something for me?" Jean continued regardless of any answer.
"Yes, what is it?" I asked.
"Don't laugh or anything. Will you kiss me to show me how you would do it to a girl?"
Though startled, I simply nodded and started to shake slightly as Jean moved to me and placed her arms around my back. Mischievously she pressed both her breasts to my chest and offered her lips. The kiss was closed lips to closed lips for a short time, more of a long peck, before Jean broke off.
"Let me show you how to do it and I think that you'll like it better. Open your mouth just a little to let my tongue work it's way through as we kiss."
I did as bid and was electrified as Jean's tongue pushed into my mouth whilst our wet lips met softly. Jean moved one hand to the back of my neck and keep pressed to keep my mouth on her mouth. For many minutes like this her tongue sought out all the corners of my mouth and smoothly fenced with my tongue.
"How was that?" asked Jean as she relaxed back to her previous position at my side.
"Fantastic," I replied and found that I was panting.
"I wonder if I should?" said Jean looking directly into my eyes.
I had to look away and was feeling very teased if not tormented especially enhanced by the crooked grin along her mouth. She appeared to be deep in thought for a while and then took a deep breath as if to signal that she had made a decision.
