"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"
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My Aunt Ellie is the most elegant woman I've ever met. Unlike my Mom, who is a normal housewife my Aunt Ellie had gone to an Ivy League school and had married very well. Now she was a woman of stature, a patron of the arts and on the Board for a number of institutions including The Institute of Technology and Science. Thanks to her pull I had been accepted there despite not having the usual transcript and resume.
Aunt Ellie is a tall woman. She has a regal bearing and look that results in people making way for her. I never saw her have to open a door. Someone was always there to do it for her. She would acknowledge their kindness with a nod of the head and sometimes a murmured thank you.
Her head was always held high, her neck long and graceful yet she never seemed to be looking down on those around her. She had high cheekbones, bright green eyes and full lips. Her lipstick and makeup were always impeccable! She always wore her long hair up in a sophisticated do.
When she met me at the airport she was dressed to the nines! Sophisticated bolero jacket over a white blouse and matching pencil skirt that fell just below her knees. Short heels and dusky hose. She really did look like a million dollars!
We got reacquainted on the ride to her house. It was more like a mansion, actually. I was going to stay with her in an in-law suite they had built for Walter's Mother who had passed away some time ago. That was going to save me a TON of money and Aunt Ellie promised that she wouldn't intrude on me too much! It even had it's own entrance so I would not bother Aunt Ellie or Uncle Walter with my comings and goings.
As we drove the conversation moved from family and my hopes for college to politics and economics. Aunt Ellie seemed comfortable talking about any and all of the subjects.
Her husband, Walter, an investor of some type, was away on one of his frequent business trips. I had met him a couple of times. He was older than Aunt Ellie by more than a few years. Nice guy, I suppose, but distant, you know? Stand-offish.
Aunt Ellie had the cook prepare us a snack (she also had a maid). And we chatted for a while longer.
I begged to be excused after finishing the sandwich saying that I was exhausted from the trip. I retired to my new room and tried to nap. Sleep didn't come quickly so I decided to jack off to release some tension.
I had barely started when Aunt Ellie walked in unannounced, "I brought you some towels. Oh MY GOD!"
She stopped dead in her tracks, the towels dropped to the floor and Aunt Ellie covered her face with both hands.
"Um, ah, I'm sorry," I stammered. There I was, both hands gripping my dick with my gorgeous Aunt right in front of me!
She didn't say a word, she just spun in place and ran out of the room!
I got dressed and went down to the kitchen. Aunt Ellie started talking before I could say a word.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like that! But I wanted to bring you some towels and..." she tailed off, clearly embarrassed.
"And I should have locked the door," I told her. "It was my fault."
And that was the end of it. I mean for the most part. We didn't speak of it again.
But I did notice that Aunt Ellie would glance at me from time to time when she thought I wouldn't notice. She kept glancing at my groin.
The next day I stepped out of the shower and was toweling off when she walked into the bathroom!
"Oh, my GOD! I"m so so sorry," she said. She was again carrying towels. "I was going to put some new hand towels in your bathroom. It didn't occur to me that you might be using it. I'm not used to having guests, I guess." She laughed with embarrassment. But I saw that she didn't look away this time. In fact, it seemed that she was almost staring at my flaccid cock.
She left me to finish getting redressed. When I went into the main house dinner was ready. The cook had the day off apparently as Aunt Ellie served me herself.
We talked for a while. She asked me about what my life had been like so far. She seemed interested in the fact that I had not had a girlfriend yet. She was easy to talk to. I found myself telling her things that I had never told my own Mom. She didn't judge, she didn't offer advice. She just listened to me.
At some point she got out a bottle of wine which we shared. I had little experience drinking and I'm afraid I got a little tipsy
After a while we moved to the den and watched some Netflix while we finished the bottle.
"I'm surprised that you haven't had any girlfriends yet, Mac. You're a good looking young man!"
"Thanks, Aunt Ellie, I guess I just haven't met the right girl yet. I've dated a lot but it always seems to get to a certain point and then the girls loose interest. I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong!" I complained.
"That's a shame! A good looking young man like yourself shouldn't have any trouble in attracting women! Can I ask when they 'lose interest' as you say? Is it at any particular stage of the relationship?" She seemed genuinely interested.
"Um, well," I stuttered. "I mean it's sort of ..." I stalled out, not sure how to proceed.
"Let me guess," she offered. "It's when you are about at the point where you are going to have coitus, isn't it?"
"Um, coitus, yeah." I responded. "That's when things seem to break down. Coitus."
"I don't mean to embarrass you," Aunt Ellie said as she patted my knee. "I'm sorry but I couldn't help but notice earlier that you have an extremely large penis. It's the kind of thing that could give some girls second thoughts about, well, about having sex with you! No matter how good looking you are or how interesting or how much fun you are."
I gulped. She had hit the nail on the head. The few girls that I had gotten that far with had backed out when they saw my erection. I'd had a few pity hand jobs and one abortive blow job. But no real sex. Damn it.
