'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.
I sit down on the side of the room, the table in front of me. She returns, puts the drink down and sits in the comfortable leather lounge chair opposite me.
'You don't have to be shy of me, Shakes. Relax. Tell me. With all those muscles you must attract a lot of female attention.'
'Yeah, well. I have a few girl friends, but they bore me after a while. All the talk of soapies, pop stars and the music they listen to really just gets to me after a while...'
Shifting forward in her chair, skirt slipping high over her knees, she reaches for her glass, sips on it and sits back again.
'You're a very serious guy. How do you have fun, young man? Sometimes you have to grin and bear it to get to them. Do you get to them so that you can have fun?'
This talk has started a while back one day at a braai in my parents yard. That's the day her sister Beth from Australia demanded my attention. Now that's a sex bomb! She wanted me and wasn't shy to show it. Even the presence of her husband, sixteen-year-old daughter and in-laws didn't prevent the thirty seven year old Beth to show that if I wanted her, she was ready.
Prompting me to speak about the girls and my romantic life, Bella has always spoken to me on an even par. I like this side of her a lot. Like she's one of the younger crowd.
'D'you mean... get to them as in...'
'Yes, as in, do you stay in the company of one girl so that she knows that you're available for fun, real, physical fun? You know what that is, don't you, Shakes?'
I look up at her. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she winks at me. Her legs swaying in and out, beautiful brown knees touching one another now and then...
I look at them moving, flashing her soft inner thighs ... momentarily ...lighting the mysterious pleasures hidden in that dark place for my eyes... 'Yeah, I do but ...'
'Are you saying that you know the theory, but have not practiced yet?'
She makes me blush. Frowning, I look up at her noticing a sympathetic look on her face... I shrug my shoulders: 'It's not that. I'm just not one to get involved with people who don't talk sense. I like being alone. Like in the gym, I exercise alone.'
'Can I shock you, Shakes?'
'With what, Aunty Isobel?'
'Oh no. Stop calling me that! Call be Isobel or anything else, even Bella if you must, just not that. I'm after all, not your mother's sister! Let's leave this adult – child relationship for when the others are around. Deal?'
'Okay, ... Bella.'
She smiles, claps her hands like an excited young girl, her loose breasts shifting from side to side in the tight confines of the transparent white T-shirt.
