Sally was Jamie's Aunt. She was married to his mum's brother, John. John had died 10 years ago when Jamie was only 8 years old. Sally had mourned for her beloved John for seven long years, but she had finally got over him.
Sally was a very prim and proper lady, she had black hair, always tied up into a neat bun, dark brown eyes, and she was 37 years old, although she looked much younger.
Jamie didn't know his Aunt Sally very well; she had become a recluse ever since the accident when her husband had died. Jamie was staying with her for the summer though. He dreaded it. He had heard his mother talking about her strict religious upbringing. Jamie didn't want to stay with her, but he had no choice. His mother and father were going to America for a couple of months, and they didn't trust him alone in the house. He had planned to stay at his friend Carl's house, but Carl had to stay with his dad for the duration of the summer too. Sally had offered her assistance at the last moment, just as Jamie's parents were about to cancel the trip. Jamie grudgingly wished that they had, as he stepped into his aunt's old Volkswagen Beetle.
When they arrived at Sally's house, Jamie got out of the car, opened the boot, and took out his two suitcases. He closed the boot again, and walked up to the front door. He noticed his auntie was still sitting in the car, looking expectantly at him. Jamie groaned, set down his bags, and walked over to the car. He opened his aunt's door, and let her get out. She looked at him.
"You need to learn some manners, Jamie."
Her voice was just as Jamie had expected it to be. Prim, proper, and almost cold. She locked the car, and went over to the front door. She opened it, and Jamie picked up his suitcases again. He groaned again as he realised that he had to close the door behind him. This was going to be a long summer.
Jamie had been there for only two weeks, but it felt like he had been there for months. He and his aunt had barely spoken. She was obviously a firm believer of the old saying; 'children should be seen and not heard.'
"Come on, Jamie. We have to go shopping."
Jamie groaned again. He had barely stopped groaning in the past few weeks. Sally continuously berated him about it, not with words, but with a flash of those dark eyes.
"Do I have to come?"
"Yes. I'm not having you alone in the house, causing a nuisance."
Jamie dragged his feet as he walked to the car. This was not going to be fun.
They pulled up to Marks and Spencer.
"Great," Jamie thought, "grocery shopping."
For the next half an hour, Jamie followed his aunt around, pushing the trolley while Sally put various items into it.
"One more thing Jamie," said Sally, "I need to go buy some underwear. Follow me."
Jamie cringed with embarrassment. Could his day get any worse? He followed her to the Lady's section. Sally was way ahead of him, seeing as she was not hindered with a trolley-full of groceries with a wheel that kept veering off to the right. He passed a rather good looking twenty-something inspecting the thongs. Jamie paused for a moment, until Sally telling him to hurry up snapped him out of it.
He found his aunt, holding a matching, sky blue bra and panties up to her. Jamie felt strange, he began to imagine what she looked like wearing them. He realised now that Sally was very attractive for her age, and a bulge began to grow in his jeans.
"I'm going to try these on in the changing rooms, Jamie. Wait here for me" said his aunt, whilst grabbing a couple more items from the row. Jamie wished he could follow her, and he felt his erection nearing its full size.
As his aunt sashayed into the changing rooms, and closed the curtain behind her, Jamie crept closer, leaving the trolley behind. He pretended to drop something, and bent down to pick it up. He could see under the curtain, but didn't dare look up in fear of being discovered. He saw Sally's skirt fall to the floor, followed by her knickers. He longed to see inside the changing room now, and cursed his lack of x-ray vision.
Jamie felt a cool breeze around his groin, and looked down to find that his rock hard penis had forced the fly on his jeans down. He quickly fixed himself, and stood up, trying to conceal his state of excitement. He looked around, and a thought crossed his mind. Without thinking too hard about it, he headed across to the male clothing section, grabbed the first pair of trousers he found, a rather sad-looking pair of corduroys, and hurried to the men's changing area. He leapt inside, closed the curtain behind him, and unzipped his fly. He held his hot cock in his hand, and began to pull himself off. He put his left hand on the wall of the cubicle, and furiously began to masturbate, all the while thinking of Sally wearing the bra and panties.
It wasn't long before he came, splattering his juices across the wall. He stood there, panting, for a few seconds, then composed himself. He took a tissue from his pocket, wiped his dripping head of the remaining cum, and then cleaned the cubicle wall. He threw the tissue on the ground, pulled his zip back up, and hoped his face wasn't too red as he left the changing room. He flung the corduroys back where he found them, and hurried over to the trolley, just as his aunt emerged, carrying the underwear.
"Come, Jamie," said Sally as she headed towards the cash register.
Little did she know that he already had.
Another few weeks had passed, and things had improved between Jamie and Sally. He quite enjoyed being ordered about now, if truth be told, it turned him on. He couldn't stop thinking about her in the blue bra and panties; he had even drawn a picture of her wearing them. Jamie was a good artist, he had taken art for A level, and the picture looked very realistic. He often masturbated while looking at it.
"Jamie, I have to go out again."
Jamie hoped that she was going shopping for more underwear.
"This time, I'm going to let you stay here by yourself. I'm going to be away for a few hours, and I'm trusting you, Jamie. Don't let me down."
Jamie was disappointed. He consoled himself with the fact that she probably wasn't going panty shopping anyway. He heard the door slam, and saw her Beetle drive away.
