'Wow, but you're tall, Shakes!'
She's right. Without her high heels, I tower over this perfectly delicious woman.
'And just look at these arms! Do you still spend so much time in the gym?'
She turns to pick up the box filled with papers. I move forward in order to help her.
'Yeah. Being fit helps me concentrate and focus more...'
As she bends, the short T-shirt rides up her back, showing the skin of her lower back. The low light of late dusk colors the downy reddish body hair in that special place where her lower back meets her upper buttocks. Its glow re-awakens my desire. My penis shudders uncontrollably in the tight confines of my pants...
She steps towards the box. The long slit in her skirt opens wide, showing the wide expanse of her right inner thigh to the shadows hiding her hot ripe genitals.
I stretch out my hands...
She turns and looks at me over her shoulder and hesitates ...
'Let me help...' I stammer in a choked voice...
'Okay...'
I move too fast forward... her musky cinnamon scented fragrance envelops me making me giddy. As she straightens, my shoulder meets hers halfway. I collide with her fragile frame knocking her off balance. In her attempt to maintain her balance, she leans backwards against the wall.
My eyes take in the braless large orbs of her breasts under the transparent thin white T-shirt, her large, dark nipples hardening under the white material...
A smile spreads across her flushed face, looking up into mine, inches from hers. I feel her breath on my skin... A shiver runs through my whole being as I lick my dry lips ...
'Ohhh... I almost went down there, hey?' her husky voice shakes me out of my reverie...
'I'm sorry...' as I step away from her, towards the box. My cock hard against my lower stomach...
I pick up the box. She remains against the wall. Leaning against it with her shoulders. With her slightly spread bare feet further away, her hips are thrust forward. My eyes take in the shapes of her muscular thighs, traveling north, it takes in the tell-tale swelling of her mons veneris ... the whisper of her hands wiping her hands down the side of the tight fitting skirt, bringing the right hand back up closer to the front, her thumb brushing over the prominent bulge of her genital bulge...
This is too much ... I need this woman. This is going too far...
Looking me straight in the eyes, I notice a strange glimmer in there as she suddenly says: 'The sooner we find the assignment page in that box, the sooner you can show me the ropes and I can feed you. Use your muscles and get cracking, young man!'
I turn towards her, enquiringly: 'Where should I take the box?'
'It's your mind that's going to do the trick if I want this assignment done. I thought the room would be comfortable for what you have in mind. What do you think?'
What does she mean? Does she know what I have in mind? No. It's the assignment. She means the assignment. This is after all my friend, Joey's mother...
'It's up to you, from here on, Shakes. It's all up to you, really... '. She stepped further towards the room, her back towards me as she leans against the doorframe, looking over her shoulder at me, her hair darkish red, hiding part of her face...
My mind does not work. Judgment time, and it leaves me... I don't know what's happening here. I'm petrified of making a mistake. What if I .. and what if she shouts rape? Too embarrassing, losing a friend, being the cause of my parent's downfall in the wider community... No take the safer route.
'Maybe, the lounge is better, Aunty Isobel...' I turn and walk with definite steps towards the safe haven of her lounge...
I hear the soft rustle of her skirt swishing against her legs as she follows, brushing my shoulder as she passes me, saying: 'As you like it, when you like it, Shakes...' as she disappears walking quickly into the lounge towards the couch area. I lag behind. My cock heavy, my mind a confused muddle struggling to find work out the message amongst the double entendre.
Halfway into the lounge area, I hear it. The sound is turned down like I had it, but it is ... definitely... the ... the blue movie is still running! Oh God! No! I didn't switch it off properly!
I find Aunty Isobel in the lounge, on the side of the couch, where she sagged down one foot on the ground, the other in the air as she half sits on the couch ... her mouth slightly open, staring at the screen...
'Aunty Isobel...' my quivering voice unable to hide my shock, trepidation...I have to get out here... she's going to lose it ... call my parents. It's all over...
I walk into the lounge, pass in front of the TV set to put the box down on the table in front of her...
'I have to go now. I'm sorry...' I start towards the door. She looks up at me. Her eyes blank, her head shaking from side to side... 'Don't you want to help me? Here is a video that explains some of the biological processes.'
I look at the screen and sigh in relief. 'Oh. It's this one... No, it's just that ... it's getting late, and ... I ... expect a phone call at about half past eight.'
'Oh. I don't want to keep you here against your will, young man.' She smiles at me. 'Are you getting a call from one of those beautiful young cheerleader girls at school? How many of those girls are you keeping on a line dearest Shakes?'
I blush. 'Come now, don't be shy. Sit down and I'll fetch you a Coke.' She heads for the kitchen.