(TW/Disclaimer: There is some non-consensual content in this story. I appreciate and value consent as absolutely necessary, especially when it comes to sexual acts. Please consider that all characters in this story are consenting adults)
I hated my new job. When I started working at my aunt's events company, I was told I would be planning events and could even try out my DJing skills or maybe work with pyrotechnics, all of which I was excited for as a 19-year-old still in college. What it really ended up being was lugging a bunch of heavy equipment around, erecting tents, doing table set up and odd jobs for an events company.
I couldn't leave now because my family wouldn't let me 'abandon my aunt'. So I focused as much as I could on the only great part of the job. The hot women at some of these events. We mostly did weddings but every now and then we did parties, launches, and gigs. As I soon learned, the cornerstone of every event is hot women.
One weekend we were organising a wedding and I was on 'parking support' which is a glorified valet job. I didn't mind this though as I'd get to drive some serious cars.
I was hanging out with the other valet guys and we were being plied with some alcohol and food from the catering guys, which was the usual protocol for us. As a teenager, I had surprising control over myself to not really get drunk, but just sort of sip on it. I enjoyed the driving more than the drinking and urged the guys to let me take one of the cars for a spin but they always refused.
Suddenly, in the middle of the wedding my aunt calls me over and tells me we have an emergency. Which usually means something is broken or missing, but this time she pointed at a lady and asked if I remembered her. How could I not?
This lady, her name is Esha, she had been the object of my teenage fantasies. She was a long time family friend and come over to our house often. Every time I got a glimpse of her I had to go rub one out. I had thought of bending over her huge ass and pounding it so many times. I imagined her boobs swaying as I fucked her. I imagined her lips on my cock. I wanted to go down on her and for her to sit on my face.
Right now, she was just sitting on a chair with a bunch of other ladies and the table kept breaking out into raucous bouts of laughter.
My aunt nudged me and asked in a louder voice, 'Do you remember Esha?'
I nodded.
'She's had too much to drink,' my aunt said. As if on cue to illustrate this she got off her seat and started dancing.
'Should I call her a cab?' I asked.
'No no, her car is here. Drop her off home and come back.' she said.
Honestly, the first thing I thought of was which car did she drive, and I couldn't remember it but it seemed like an opportunity to drive after all and with the object of my fantasies in the car. Somehow, this gig was paying off.
'Yeah, okay, where does she live?' I asked.
My aunt gave me vague details and said Esha could give me the specifics. Then we went towards her and my aunt began to coax her to get going. All she wanted to do was dance. She could've stayed as far as I was concerned. She was moving her ass in a way that wouldn't be out of place in a club. If there was a pole nearby, I think she wouldn't have been out of place in a strip club either.
The groom's mother joined in with my aunt coaxing this drunk babe to leave. After a while they managed to do it, and got her things together. Suddenly they were in front of me and Esha looked up at me, and then gave my aunt an incredulous look to my aunt and said, 'Is this stud my driver?'
Then she threw her arms around me, gave me a peck on the cheek while I felt her boobs press up against me and said, 'It's been so long since I saw you TT! Have you gotten cuter?'
'No aunty, I just look cute around you', was the best response I could think of.
She squeezed my face and said, 'Come on, they're making me go home but at least I get to leave with a stud.'
I extended my left elbow and she put her arm through it and we walked out of the wedding grounds into the parking. My aunt shouted after me to come back and I waved my hand in acknowledgement.
I asked Esha for her parking ticket and she rooted around in her bag for a bit and pulled it out. I grabbed the ticket and told her we could probably walk directly to the car since it was close. In reality, it was a bit of a walk but I didn't want to leave her on her own.
So we started towards the car and Esha asked me, 'Do you like working with Sara (my aunt)?'
'It's alright!' I said smiling.
She nudged me and stumbled a bit as she did so I instinctively put my arm around her.
'Ooh! I'm okay... I'm okay..', she slurred, 'I know it's a drag having to drop poor old me home but I'm glad it's you and not some stranger.'
I was acutely aware of my arm on her hip, holding her in a side hug of sorts as I said, 'Aww, it's not a drag aunty, it'll give us some time to catch up.'
'Such a cutie... Don't you have places to go and people to be with on Saturday night?' she quizzed.
'Oh, you know how it is, I'll go see them later', I replied.
'I'm sure you'd be with some hottie instead of me...' she said as she burst into tears.
I had no clue how to deal with this and tried just saying, 'Please don't cry... I'm sorry...'
And not knowing what to do I just hugged her. She put her arms around me too and her head on my shoulder. I could still hear her crying so I said, 'I'm happy to be with you, I don't want to be with anyone else right now.'
She looked up and mumbled, 'You're a sweetie...' and gave me a peck on the cheek again.
It made me get really aware of how close we were and that my hands were on the small of her back pushing her into me and I could feel her boobs against me.
'I think you're a hottie, aunty', I said.
She giggled and said, 'Thanks... I'm sorry... I get a bit lonely since the divorce...'
It had been about a year since she left her husband and she talked about it with my mum and aunt all the time.
I said, 'That's okay... I'm happy to hug you anytime.'
She looked up, smiled and gave me another peck on my cheek and said, 'I think we should go.'
We let go but I still kept my arm around her as we walked back to the car. We let go in time because any longer and I think she might have felt me getting hard.
Even now as we walked, her arm rubbing against my side felt nice and it made me want to kiss her and touch her boobs. I was so close.
I helped her into the passenger seat and got in on the driver's side. I checked with her about the house and she told me the area she lived in and she'd guide me as we got closer.
We chatted for a bit, but in about 10 minutes I could tell that she was starting to fall asleep. I turned down the music and she seemed to be sleeping within minutes. She was sliding down in her seat a bit and the seatbelt seemed to be getting under her right boob and tugging at her dress showing me more cleavage.
I could barely keep my eyes on the road. I let a few minutes pass and called her name. After a couple of times, she still didn't respond. I put a hand on her head and held it back as it seemed to be lolling forward a bit and she still didn't respond.
I can't explain what came over me, but I put my hand on her right boob. I could feel it over her dress and I could feel myself get harder. I did not dare squeeze but I left it there thinking I could just say I was trying to keep her from sliding forward.
A couple of times I pressed down on it but it still didn't get any reaction from her. As we got closer to her area. I realised I still didn't know where exactly her home was, so I put my hand now on her shoulder and called her name a couple more times.
No response.