Only two days after the naughty fun we had in the pool, Aunt Missy called and asked if I would help her clean out her garage. My parents thought I was excited about earning 25 dollars. I was much more excited about being with a beautiful busty lady twice my age.
I wasn't sure exactly to expect once I got there. I didn't know if she wanted to go any further than we had the other day, or if she just needed the garage cleaned up, or some combination of the two. In any case, I figured the best thing to do was just to show up ready to work, and let her take the lead. She seemed to like that, based on last time. Besides, it wouldn't do to appear too eager.
Nonetheless, I couldn't pretend I didn't enjoy going next door to Missy's. My heart was in my throat as I rang the doorbell. She came to the door looking very fetching in a loose work shirt and a pair of old cotton pants. I suspected they were her ex-husband's, but she made them look a lot better than he ever had, even if they hid her delicious curves. I cleared my throat, trying not to stare. "Uh, hi, Aunt Missy," I managed. "I'm here to help you with the cleaning..."
She motioned for me to come inside. "Thank you so much for helping out, Joey," she said, her smile bringing out her dimples. "Can I get you something to drink before we start?"
"Thanks. Some water would be nice."
She got a couple of large plastic tumblers out of the cabinets, and filled them, taking a healthy swig of her own. "Good idea. We'll be working up a sweat," she said. Looking back, I realize a lot of the things she said could be taken more than one way. In this case, she was right in a couple of ways, but I wouldn't find that out until later.
It turned out that the garage wasn't in horrible shape, but some clutter had accumulated. Since there was one less car to take up space, her garden implements, tools, and some of her ex's junk had expanded to fill the void. I wound up moving the fertilizer and a few other heavy things, which I enjoyed, since it let me show off my muscles. Sure, I wasn't especially huge or anything, but it still made me feel manly.
In a relatively short time, we had everything where Aunt Missy wanted it. Of course, in that same short time, we were covered in the kind of grime that comes from dust mixed with sweat.
Aunt Missy still looked beautiful, even dirty. The little smudge of dirt on her nose actually made her look even cuter, especially with her hair up. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually starting to tent up. Then again, I'd just been exerting myself, so my heart was pumping pretty hard, so it made a sort of sense. She looked me up and down just a bit, though I couldn't tell from her eyes if she saw my erection, and said, "Oh, I can't send you home looking like that. Let's get cleaned up."
I stood there, not knowing what to do next. "C'mon," she said. "I'll throw those clothes in the washer, and let you borrow some of Dave's until yours are dry." I looked down, and realized that they did need a serious washing. I was glad I hadn't worn anything I particularly cared about—just a beat-up old school t-shirt and a pair of sweats. Now, they looked more like urban camouflage. "Well, are you gonna take 'em off, or what?" she asked. When my eyes widened, she laughed, jiggling even under her loose work clothes. "Oh, come on. It's not like you have anything I haven't seen—literally."
I felt myself blushing deeply, but started to shuck the gear. "How about you?" I asked, grinning with more bravado than I felt. The worst she could do was send me home...but then, that was pretty bad.
She dimpled again. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said, answering my question with a question. She unbuttoned the loose shirt slowly, revealing a very tight black tank top underneath. "We'll just see..." Under her pants, her legs gave off a slight sheen, and her shorts matched the tank. I tried to keep from staring, but I couldn't. Fortunately, her very wicked grin told me that she didn't mind.
I followed her, presuming we'd pick up a washcloth and a towel in the hall closet and I'd grab a shower in the guest room. So when she kept walking past both, I was a little concerned, but I figured she had a better idea. She walked right into her bedroom, and opened the door to the master bath, and I had to agree that it was a much better idea.
The tub and shower in the master bath had clearly been made for two...or more. Aunt Missy started to draw a hot bath, and said, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, while I go get something?"
I blushed again, and she moved close to me. "Go ahead. It's okay," she said, resting a thumb on the waistband of my boxer briefs. I slowly peeled them off, revealing my rampant erection. "Oh, my," she said, giggling. "That wasn't just the float magnifying it the other day, was it?"
I shook my head and shrugged, giving her a goofy smile. "Well... I'll be right back." She indicated the slowly rising hot water, and I nodded, and reached over the high edge of the tub with my leg, and dipped a toe in. It felt very hot, but that was just what I needed right now. Slowly, I slid in, letting the gentle heat soothe my aching muscles.
Aunt Missy came in with a box from the garage and a mischievous grin on her face. She pulled out two packages from the box, both labeled "48" Beach Ball"—and they had a picture of her holding the ball, fully inflated! At my amazement, she said, "I've done a lot of modeling for swimsuit and pool toy companies." She tossed me one, and opened the other, continuing. "I'd like for us to blow these up...and then I have a little game to play, if you'd like."
My heart was pounding as I nodded, and tore open the package, careful not to damage her picture. I found the valve on mine at about the same time as she found hers, and we started to fill the big beach balls with air. My hardness started to throb almost painfully, and it felt as if it grew a little bigger with each breath we took together. She finished blowing her ball up tight just before I did—she had clearly practiced!—and set it aside. Then she smiled at me again, and slid her wet, tight black shorts off ever so slowly, revealing a perfect round bottom, and a cute tuft of blonde pubic hair over her gorgeous womanhood. I felt myself leak a little precum, but that was nothing compared to how I felt when she reached for the lower edge of her tank top and slowly pulled it over her head! Her big, beautiful breasts bounced free, and I was finally looking at Aunt Missy completely nude.
"You're beautiful, Aunt Missy," I breathed, face to face with one of my most powerful fantasies.
She blushed and dimpled, even cuter with the dirt still on her face. "Thank you, Joey. I hope you don't think that I'm too old..."
"Never," I said, meaning it.
She rewarded me with a deep kiss, and I almost came right there. "Oh, my...you're getting awfully close, aren't you..." she said suddenly. "Why don't we just take care of that? I'm sure you'll be up for some more pretty quickly."
I nodded stupidly. I couldn't think straight—this situation had gone far beyond what I could have expected—and she knelt in front of me, and cupped her huge breasts in her hands, wrapping them around my erection. In just a few strokes, I groaned, trying and failing to hold back. In my defense, it had been almost a day since I had gotten myself off, and so when I erupted, I splattered cum all over her beautiful bulging breasts.