The Scent Of Candles

Johanna has been my girlfriend for many years. And in that time, I have come to know all of her family. I want to relate something that happened two months ago. Johanna and I were supposed to take a trip to Manhattan to see her aunt. At the last minute, Johanna was given a special project at work. It would mean that our trip would be delayed by a few days.

Johanna suggested that I take the plane to New York by myself, and she would meet me there in a few days. I argued that I didn't know her aunt except for the one time I had met her and that I could wait for her. As usual, with our arguments, Johanna won. So on Friday morning, I boarded the plane by myself. A few hours later, I was in a cab headed for Manhattan. I reached the address that was given me and found it to be in a very upscale neighborhood. All the brownstones were well cared for, the streets were tree-lined and clean.

When I rang the door, a voice answered on the intercom. "Hello! Who is it?" I hate talking into any kind of intercom. But I pushed my face next to the screen and answered. "Hello, aunt Kat, it's me, Carl. You know, Johanna's boyfriend?" I heard her soft chuckle and then the door buzzer sounded. I pushed the door open and walked into a big foyer. It was big and old looking. As well as being immaculately clean. It must have looked this way years earlier, when this area was inhabited by the more affluent of New York. I took the little elevator up to the third floor.

Walking down the carpeted hall, I stopped at the door and softly knocked. After a few seconds, the door swung open. Now, Aunt Kat, short for Katherine, is not a small woman. I don't mean that she is big and fat. No, far from it! Aunt Kat had to be about 6 feet tall. I remembered the first time I had seen her. I told Johanna that she didn't fit in the family tree. No one else in the family was anywhere near as tall.

Aunt Kat stood in a cool looking summer sundress. And from the way that the sunlight shone through the thin material, I was given a silhouetted view of her shape. Aunt Kat may have been tall, but she was a very shapely, beautiful woman. She must have noticed that the sun shone through her dress. She smiled at me. "If you're in love with my niece, seeing my shape through my dress should make you blush?" she stepped back and bid me enter the room.

The hallway led to a lavish living room. The room was larger than two of my rooms put together. It was decorated in early Victorian. I guess it was Victorian, but hey, I'm no interior decorator. However, it was as neat and clean as the front hallway of the building. Something caught my nose and I took a deep breath. The soft scent of vanilla and black berry filled my nose. It was then that I noticed the small burning candles all over the room. "It smells so nice in here." Aunt Kat laughed as I continued to take deep breaths.

"I see you like my aroma therapy. I love to fill the house with soft smells. I was expecting you a little later. Johanna called to tell me what happened." She looked me up and down. I got the impression; she was checking me out just as I had checked her earlier. I felt suddenly inadequate. Like I had forgotten to put on a piece of clothing. "Well Carl, your bedroom is down the hall on the right. It's the one right next to mine. Johanna uses that bedroom every time she comes to visit."

I had hoped that our bedroom would be away from aunt Kat's bedroom. That way I wouldn't be self-conscience when Johanna and I fucked. I knew that I would not be the first man to visit Aunt Kat with Johanna. I just didn't need to think about what this older woman would say when she heard moaning and groaning at night.

Aunt Kat led me to my bedroom and stood in the doorway as I put my suitcase on the bed. Then she proceeded to show me around the apartment. When we entered her bedroom I had to stop and stare at the enormous king-sized bed that sat in the center of the room. I could have easily held a whole bunch of folks. Aunt Kat saw me staring. "I have to have a big bed. I move around in my sleep. Besides, whenever folks come to visit, they always end up sitting around in my bedroom. You would think I don't have chairs anywhere else."

I nodded my head, not knowing what else to say. Then she led me into the sewing room. Above the fireplace, there was a picture of a strikingly beautiful young woman. She was laid out on a loveseat. It was not the beauty of the woman, as much as it was the nightgown that she wore. It was made of gossamer thin material. So thin, in fact, that you could see a hint of nipples and a hint of hairy cunt. I swallowed hard as I looked at it.

Aunt Kat's loud laughter made me turn. "Are you shocked, that I would pose for so daring a picture?" my eyes swung back to the portrait. Then I looked at her. It was a picture of Aunt Kat in her earlier years. "That's you?" it sounded so dumb but what else could I say. I stared at the picture. Aunt Kat's long, shapely thighs, with her delicate ankles and feet on one end, and the dark patch of barely hidden hair on the other, caught my eyes and held tight. And I couldn't help but stare at the twin points that poked against the thin material at her breast. I turned as I heard Aunt Kat sigh. "I was one hot momma in those days." My eyes traveled up and down her body. I didn't want to seem so obvious, but I couldn't help it. "You look damn good now." I couldn't believe I had let those words fly from my lips. I clamped my hand over my mouth. Aunt Kat looked directly at me.

"Aunt Kat! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I mean, I was thinking that, but I would never say.. I would never disrespect you in any way. I mean.." A smile crossed her face, and then she burst into laughter. "Oh Carl! If you could see your face right this minute!" I started to smile. It did seem kind of funny, in an embarrassing kind of way. She led me into the living room and we sat in the big, over-stuffed chairs. Then, she asked me about everything that had happened, since the last time I had seen her.

She was especially interested in what was taking place between Johanna and I. I tried to be open and honest. But I also tried to say as little as possible. We had been talking for about half an hour when she hit me with a totally off the wall question. "Do you and Johanna fuck other people?" I was sipping on a glass of wine when she asked me. I couldn't help spraying my drink all over the two of us. I was coughing and sputtering so hard, Aunt Kat slapped me on the back. She continued to slap me until I had once again regained my composure.

"Aunt Kat! I don't think that that is any of your business. I mean, I know you are Johanna's favorite aunt. But what we do, sex wise! That's between Johanna and me." Aunt Kat didn't get flustered at all. "That's between Johanna and I", she corrected me. "Don't get all up tight. I've already asked Johanna that question. And she took it a lot more grownup than you are taking it." I didn't know just what the hell was going on. But I didn't think that Johanna would tell even her favorite aunt about our sex lives. But then again, she might.

"And what did Johanna have to say?" I was trying to act insulted but it came over as lame.

Aunt Kay only smiled. "That, is really none of your business. That's between Johanna and I."

I sat fuming. How dare this woman? Who didn't know me any more than having met me only once, ask me about the love life of my girl and me. Aunt Kat stood up and smoothed out her sundress. I didn't even try to look at her legs as she stood. I was pissed. She patted me on the cheek. "Maybe I can make up during dinner? Why don't you change? I know a lovely restaurant."

I looked up at her. "I'm not hungry."

The look on aunt Kat's face didn't change. "I didn't ask you if you were hungry. Go and get dressed for dinner." It didn't sound like a request. It was an order coming from an older woman. My childhood training automatically took over.

"Yes ma'am!" Kat smiled and turning her back walked into her bedroom and shut the door. I got up and walked to my own room. I undressed and took a quick shower. Then, I changed into a jacket and slacks. When I came out, Aunt Kat was blowing out the candles that had been burning. Then with a smile at me, she re-lit some others. "This will give the house a nice aroma to come home to." Aunt Kat had changed into a lovely black evening dress. It wasn't so dressy that I would have run and changed my clothes, but it showed off her figure. And I have to admit; she still had one very lovely figure to look at. Her dress accented all her curves. And it was short enough to show off her long shapely legs. She wore heels. But they weren't too high. Just high enough! I watched her as a strange smell began to float through the house. It wasn't the aroma of the extinguished candles so much as the aroma of the new ones she had lit. We walked out the door. It was warm enough for neither of us to need coats. Aunt Kat wore a sheer wrap over her shoulders.

Dinner was at a very lovely, little restaurant. The people knew Kat well. As soon as we arrived, the maitre'd showed us to a table. The water appeared and spoke to Kat by name. She ordered for the both of us. I was slightly put out by her assumption of what I would want to eat. But when it arrived, the food was superb. The waiter kept our wineglasses full during the meal. And after dinner, Aunt Kat ordered two glasses of brandy. We sat sipping the brandy. I was feeling stuffed but happy. All thoughts of anger forgotten. Aunt Kat looked at me as she lifted her glass. "I'm sorry, Carl. I shouldn't have asked about you and Johanna. It's just that I don't date. Most men would be only after my money. So I often tease Johanna to tell me all abut her sex-ploits."

I smiled back at her. "I'm sorry I got so mad. I shouldn't have taken offense. I should have known that you wouldn't just come right out and say something like that. Not unless, you had been used to asking that kind of question before?" I lifted my eyebrows in question. Aunt Kat laughed. "Oh no! You don't get that kind of information out of me so easy." We laughed together. After dinner, instead of taking a cab home, we walked. I was surprised when Aunt Kat put her arm in mine. When I looked at her, she smiled at me. "Let them think you're a young man entertaining an older woman."

We laughed as we walked down the street. More than one man or woman turned their heads to stare at us. Aunt Kat would laugh. "I can only imagine what they're thinking. I bet they think we're lovers." We stopped at a corner and waited for the light to change. One older gentleman stopped and looked at aunt Kat. You could tell exactly what was on his mind as he smiled at us. To my shock, aunt Kat turned and kissed me. I mean she laid one right on my lips. I was too stunned to return the kiss. Then as the man walked on, she broke the kiss and doubled over with laughter. She looked at me. "I bet that gives that old coot a hard on just thinking about what we would do later. You're good for my ego, Carl. I hope you'll come to see me more often. The next light we came to had a few grown people standing among us. Their eyes cut across us as we stood arm in arm. I decided to have some fun of my own. I squeezed aunt Kat around her waist. "I can't wait to get you home." I had said it loud enough for those closest to us to hear. She giggled and lurched against me. By the time we reached her apartment, we were both roaring with laughter at the thoughts we had caused.

Walking into the apartment, the thick scent of candles hit my nose. It was different from the sweet scent of vanilla that was there before. I couldn't place it. But it did smell good. Aunt Kat walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Her dress rode up a bit and I caught a good glimpse of thigh. She caught me looking and straightened her dress. I smiled back at her. "That was fun", I said. "I can only imagine what those people must have thought." Aunt Kat looked up at me. "Why Carl! They were thinking, that you were going to take this old lady home and give her a wild time. And most of them wished that they could change places with both of us." I could feel my face flush. I could also feel a stirring in my pants. I turned away from aunt Kat and walked to the small bar. "Would you like another drink?" I didn't turn around to see her answer. I didn't want to let her see what I was thinking or feeling. I knew that I had a bulge in my pants. "No Carl. I fear if I have another drink, I may insist on that wild time, after all." Aunt Kat stood up and walked a bit unsteady to her room. I looked after her as the door softly closed.

I sat drinking another drink. My mind was reeling with thoughts I shouldn't have been thinking. I couldn't get the vision of Aunt Kat out my mind. Especially the vision of her lounging on the loveseat in a sheer nightgown. I finished my drink. Leaving the glass on the bar, I went to my room. I took a shower, turning the water cold until it stung against my skin. But my thoughts kept my dick hard and throbbing with thoughts of her. I soaped my hand and was stroking my dick when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. Pulling the curtain closed even tighter, I said, "come in". There was silence for a few heartbeats. Then she spoke. "I often wash Johanna's back. Would you like me to wash yours?" I didn't know what to say. I would have loved for her to throw the curtain aside and step into the shower with me. The thought of making love to this older woman was strong. Even stronger, than the thought that I would be betraying Johanna with my unfaithfulness. "Uh, Aunt Katherine, that wouldn't be a good idea."

I had deliberately used her full name. But my heart stopped when she whipped the curtain back. "Nonsense! If you're not double jointed, you'll never give your back a good washing." Her eyes stopped at the sight of my hard dick. Even more embarrassing, as she looked at it, the pulsing caused it to bob up and down. I looked at Aunt Katherine and my breath caught in my throat. She was wearing the same sheer nightgown that she had worn in the picture. She smiled, and taking the rag from my hand, told me to turn around. I would have run and hid if I would have had someplace to go to. Instead, I turned around. Aunt Kat took her time washing my back. It felt like she was rubbing my skin off. But in reality, her touch was light and gentle. When she got to my butt, I automatically clenched my cheeks. "Johanna does that same thing"; she laughed, as she pushed the soapy cloth into my crack. I gasped when I felt her finger push against my puckered hole. Then I felt the washcloth rub all over my cheeks. When she reached around and wrapped the cloth around my hard dick, I couldn't help but tremble. Aunt Kat didn't say a word. She just stroked me ever so lightly with the cloth. Just when I thought she would make me cum, she stopped. "I think you can finish the job yourself?" she turned and walked out of the room.

I stood in the tub trembling. She had brought me so close; I wanted to call out to her to come back. I snatched the faucet and turned it with a viscous twist. The cold water almost made me cry out. But it didn't diminish my hardon. I toweled dry and walked into my bedroom. Throwing myself on the bed, I buried my head in the pillow. I wanted to scream. I knew that sleep would not come easy this night. The cloying scent of the candles filled the house. And the scent seemed to grow even thicker. I lay on my back in the dark room and felt the blood pulsing in my veins. Especially, the thick vein, that ran along the underside of my still hard dick. The scent of the candles was making me a bit woozy. Aunt Kat had lit them throughout the house, even in my room. I was seriously thinking about getting up and blowing them out, when I heard the doorknob turn. I turned to look at the door as it opened slowly. Aunt Kat stood in the doorway. The light shining behind her silhouetted her body even more than the sunshine had done earlier.

She floated into the room and sat down on the bed. I had been lying on top of the covers with only the towel covering my body. Her hand rested on my thigh. I looked up at her in stunned silence as her hand slowly slid up along my thigh. "Aunt Katherine, we shouldn't." I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth when she lifted her hand. Placing her finger across my lips, she pursed her lips together. "Shsssss! Don't say a word Carl. Don't spoil this moment." Her voice was barely above a whisper. I lay still as her hand reached my dick. Then I felt her soft fingers curl around the shaft. The light was off and the room was lit with only the flicker of the candles. But I could see the expression on her face. Aunt Kat smiled as her hand softly stroked my hard dick. Ii moaned as she expertly brought me closer and closer to climax. Then with a flick of her hand, she tossed the towel aside. Her eyes blazed as she stared down at my dick. Then she slowly bent her head. I sucked in air as I felt her hot breath. Aunt Kat was slowly blowing across the head of my dick in the same way that Johanna would do. She tilted her head and looked up into my eyes.

"Don't move! Don't touch me or try to help me. I just want you to lay back and enjoy." I swallowed, afraid to open my mouth. When the tip of her tongue touched the head of my dick, I lifted up off the bed. A loud groan escaped from my lips. Aunt Kat swirled her tongue until the head of my dick was wet. All the time, her eyes bore into mine. Then she opened her mouth. The only other woman who ever took me into her mouth with such slow, deliberate patience was Johanna. And just like Johanna, Aunt Kat took her time. As she took more of me into her, she would stop and her tongue would dance over the spot her lips had just left. By the time I had three inches in her mouth, I was grabbing and clawing at the covers. By the time she had five inches, I was begging and pleading for her to take more. Had she been Johanna, I would have been calling her every nasty name I could think of. But this was not my girlfriend, who was sucking my dick. This was her aunt. So all I could do was moan and plead.

"Oh Kat! Oh shit! Please? Please take it all? Oh please? More! Please, suck more?" I wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to rip her clothes off and shove my dick in her so hard. But all I could do was to lay there and suffer. Suddenly she stopped. Her head lifted and she looked at me. "Please don't stop! Please, aunt Kat! Don't stop?" I could hear myself whining. But I didn't care. I would have killed to feel her mouth on my dick again. Aunt Kat stood up. "Don't move, Carl. I swear, if you move, I'll go to my room and lock the door." I shook my head. "I won't move! I promise! I swear!" Aunt Kat smiled and shrugged her shoulders. The nightgown slid from her shoulders and she was revealed in all her naked splendor. I wanted to grab my dick and jerk off just watching her. She climbed back on the bed. This time, she knelt between my thighs. I could look down and see her tits hanging from her body. The nipples looked so long as they stood out from the fleshy meat. I would have given anything to suck each one in my mouth. But, like I had promised, I just lay there.

This time, Aunt Kat didn't just suck my dick. She attacked it with her mouth. She would start at the tip, then slid her lips along the shaft as she took every inch of me deep into her throat. I felt her teeth as she lifted her head. In the flickering candlelight, I could see her tits bounce as her head worked up and down. Then with a strangled, moan, she began to fuck her throat with my dick. Aunt Kat was deep-throating my dick, all 8 and 1/2 thick inches. As her head bobbed up and down, she twisted and turned her head. My pre-cum and her saliva dripped from her mouth and ran down the length of me. I could see the sheen of it in the flickering candlelight. I felt the head begin to expand. I was gasping for breath. I was moaning as I humped my hips off the bed. And through it all, Aunt Kat never stopped. Soft mewing moans escaped from her lips. I didn't know if she would want me to shoot off in her mouth. So I yelled out a warning. "Aunt Kat! I'm gonna cum! Oh shit! I'm gonna cum in your hot mouth! Oh yea! Suck it! Take it all! Suck it deep! Let me fill your mouth with my hot cum!" I could hear my loud cries as my hips bucked even harder.