Auntie Jenn - Chapter 04 - More than watching
As Auntie closed the door behind her, I shook my head and let out a deep breath I had been holding. I had, of course, seen her many times over the years dressed in moderately revealing clothing, especially in the hot summer months, when she would often wear shorts, little tennis skirts, sports bras and occasionally bathing suits. But I had never seen her as scantily dressed as she was tonight in her sheer babydoll nightie.
Her pale blue nightie barely reached the bottom of her buttocks and, as she walked from the bed to the bedroom door, the filmy material fluttered lightly about her body to occasionally reveal glimpses of her lower buttocks cheeks, glimpses that, until tonight, I had only ever imagined in my wildest fantasies. And, while her nightie was not overly transparent, her figure was still clearly outlined as a darker shadow beneath the sheer nylon material.
Even when fully dressed, Auntie's full figure had always been an admirable sight, but in her little nightie, it was beyond admirable, it was stunning. Watching her walk away with her buttocks cheeks peeking occasionally from beneath the hem of her nightie, I'm sure I must have resembled one of those cartoon characters with their eyes bulging out of their sockets.
She returned a few minutes later, smiling brightly, holding up the leftover bottle of wine from dinner, and a can of soda for me. As she approached, the heavy sway of her breasts was astonishingly revealed beneath the bodice of her nightie, bouncing and jiggling provocatively with each step she took, her erect nipples peaking the sheer material.
She slid onto the bed, curling her legs beneath her as she reclined back on her pillows, and handed me the can of soda. As I popped the top, she pulled the cork from the previously opened half-full bottle of wine and poured a generous portion into her bedside glass.
We touched our drinks together and smiled.
"Thud," said Auntie, humorously mimicking the sound our drinks had made as we touched them together instead of the usual clink of glass, and we both laughed before taking a drink.
She leaned back against her pillows with a sigh, sipping her wine. A thrill of excitement coursed through me when she made no move to cover her legs with the bedding. With her knees drawn up, the lamplight reflected on her thighs, revealing the glossy smoothness of her skin. The sight of her bare legs so elegantly posed was a beautiful sight, and I couldn't help but stare in complete admiration.
"You like looking at my legs, don't you?" she asked casually, with a hint of a smile.
Her words startled me and a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized she had just caught me openly staring at her legs.
I laughed self-consciously, feeling a warm flush rise to my cheeks. "Sorry," I mumbled, feeling more than a little chagrined. "I didn't mean to stare, but sometimes it's hard not to, Auntie. You have fabulous legs."
"Fabulous?" she echoed with an astonished smile. "Wow, high praise indeed. Thank you very much," she continued, lifting her glass as a toast.
"Thud," I said with a broad smile as I touched my can to her glass.
"Yes.. thud," she repeated and we again laughed aloud.
"You know," she added a moment later with a raised eyebrow, "I've always had a sneaking suspicion you've had a particular... fondness for my legs."
"A sneaking suspicion?" I responded with a curious smile.
She returned my smile, taking a sip of her wine. "I've suspected as much because you've always seemed particularly attentive to my legs."
"Really?" I replied with genuine surprise. "Have I always been that obvious?"
She shook her head and smiled. "Actually, no," she said, "not at all. You've actually been much better at it than most men I know." She paused to sip her wine before continuing. "I guess I've always had this kind of... internal radar for noticing when men show me that kind of physical attention."
"Does it ever bother you?" I asked.
"Not usually," she replied, shrugging slightly. "Mostly it's kind of flattering. But then I suppose it really depends on who's giving me that kind of attention, and how they are doing it. I tend to dislike those rude leering looks when some asshole is undressing me with his eyes. And I especially hate it when men stare openly at my legs, or my chest, while their wives or girlfriends are standing right beside them. I think that's so utterly disgraceful and rude."
I nodded, seeing her point.
"I've never minded in the slightest whenever you've done it, though," she said, giving me a little wink. "In fact, when you were younger, I always thought it was completely adorable how you'd sneak little peeks at my legs, all the while trying to pretend you weren't looking at all," she added with a playful laugh.
I laughed out loud, "And, I guess I'm still doing it, aren't I?"
Auntie smiled at me warmly, "And thank you for that," she said. "It truly means a lot to me to be admired by younger men, especially at my age."
"I'm glad you don't mind," I retorted with a smile, "because I'm not likely to stop doing it anytime soon."
Auntie laughed and raised her glass to me once more. "Thud," we said in unison with broad smiles. "I sincerely hope you don't ever stop looking at my legs," she said with another wink, "I'm rather fond of it."
After a pause, while we both sipped our drinks thoughtfully, I said, "So, I think you mentioned earlier that this nightie is a new one?"
"It is," she responded with a cheerful smile, "Do you like it?"
"Very much," I replied with an enthusiastic nod. "I think it's very pretty... And I think you look amazing in it."
"Thank you," she said with a smile.
"I don't think I've ever seen you dressed so... "
