I would like to thank (Gorgeousgypsygirl) for doing the most important work of this story, "Editing." She was friendly, direct, and very fast. If you're thinking of using an editor you should really consider contacting her, she's great!
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Lisa Lorraine Bishop-Sullivan sat across from Bill on her white leather loveseat, her deep tangerine skirt riding high on her long shapely tanned legs. Her full breasts were straining at the thin material of her tight stretch top, her nipples plainly visible, hard, erect, shouting "touch me, Bill" mockingly across the room.
Her tiny feet and ankles were framed in a beautiful pair of white stilettos with very thin straps around the ankles. Her face was radiant and lovely as always. Yeah, OK, she was getting to be a pain in the ass for him, but what a darling pain she was!
She was in her mid-thirties and looked twenty-three; she was easily more sophisticated and beautiful than most of the woman Bill had seen in Playboy. Her dark chestnut hair lay shimmering against her satin smooth skin, contrasting richly with her new tan. In every way she exceeded mere excellence, in body, articulation, and brains.
Lisa was Bill's aunt, his mother's only sister. Sadly she was the most beautiful woman Bill had ever seen. Sad because Bill was required to attend to her needs every weekend, per his mothers urging to help with mowing grass, painting that, moving this, "Would you please wash my car, William?" It had been that way since his uncle had passed away three years ago. Of course she always helped with the chores, and therein lay the problem.
She was always scantily clad; she possessed one of the loveliest curvaceous bodies in the entire known universe. She was forever bending, twisting, or climbing up something, affording William's ravenously wild eyes the most spectacular sexual imagery any high school senior had ever had to endure. This had been going on for months now.
Last weekend Bill had experienced the joy of her flashing him without panties on. She had offered him a soft drink as he rested when finished with the lawn. When she brought it, she unscrewed the cap and handed it to him. When she had turned to move on he heard, "Oh damn," and when he looked over, she was bending to retrieve the runaway cap.
Well, the lower she bent the higher it rose until finally Bill could plainly see everything she owned, EVERYTHING! Her luscious mound was pulled up so tightly the folds of her crevice were starting to peel open. He could see a bold moist slash of crimson between her vaginal lips.
He thought his woody would explode right there in his lap, and as it was he nearly fainted. Then she turned, looking directly into his eyes, and smiled sweetly with the innocence of a fresh, untouched choirgirl or an angel on some errand for the Archangel Michael.
Well, two could play the game as well as one. He had worn the tightest, shortest, pair of cut-offs he owned today. He hadn't even jerked off last night, just to make sure his bulge would properly protrude through the day's activities. He also wore a short t-shirt just to allow his six-pack to ripple before her teasing maiden eyes. And she had noticed, and noticed again; he caught her eyeing his 9-inch teenage cock several times that morning.
Later, as he stood on the short stepladder unscrewing the light bulb from the overhead fixture she was looking again. He was half hard right now. And knew the head of his manhood must be very close to peeking out the bottom of his shorts. Her face wasn't more than a foot from his bulge, holding the new bulb at the ready for him.
Bill glanced down smiling at her, with her bright eyes, and her flushed cheeks flamed to a timid rose color. It was apparent that something was affecting her pleasantly. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts were moving rapidly up and down.
"Aunt Lisa, that dress really looks nice with your tan. You look very lovely today, even kind of sexy," he told her.
She giggled, smiling back at him. "Thank you, William, it's nice of you to notice and say so."
As she handed up the new bulb, she lightly placed her hand on his thigh as she stretched upward. This sent an immediate jolt of sexual energy directly to William's cock, causing it to lurch mightily right before her eyes. He went ahead and screwed the bulb in, acting as if he hadn't noticed, but she had. He heard her gasp as her hot hand lingered on his hard thigh. He could feel cool air against his skin and knew there was a gap somewhere.
"My God," Lisa thought. "His cock must be nine inches long." How would it feel, she wondered. Oh, she must stop these wicked thoughts of hers. Her lust for him was wrong, evil, and dangerous.
When he finished he stepped down, and he was standing very close to her as she looked up at him. She stretched upward and leaned into him, her firm breasts dragging across his chest, and she gave him a little peck on the cheek to show her appreciation for a job well done. He wondered, as she moved off, if her hot mound crossing his lurching bulge had been accidental.
"He's so beautiful," she thought, quaking inside from the contact her body had had with his erection. She was wet between her legs, and tingling. It was so wicked of her to do it, but how sweet and wonderful it felt.
"I have got to get out of these heels, they're killing me," she sighed as she sat at the kitchen table.
"I can help with that, Aunt Lisa," he told her.
"Would you, dear, you're so kind, she said. A perfect chance to show off my new panties, she thought.
Bill sat and crossed his legs, and then lifting one foot at a time into his lap, he removed the little white stilettos from his aunt's tiny feet. Then he began to softly rub and massage her tired little pads. Her legs crept slightly open, and her skirt rode up on her beautiful, shapely, toned legs.
He began to run his hands up her calves and massage those as well, producing a moan from his aunt as her foot moved against his hard cock. Bill was enjoying the view of her black lacy panties flashing at him from under her richly colored skirt.
She was acting as if she didn't notice, that her foot rested atop the largest cock she had ever seen. The surging energy of his bulge seemed to travel directly up her leg and tease her hot sex in a slow circling sensation around her clit, then roar upward, exploding against her nipples, the smoke of their burning settling in her eyes. The lust inside was heating her, teasing the lips of her mons and making her wetter.
Bill's fingers were above her knee now, dancing like pulsing currents of sexual energy along the inside of her thigh. Lisa's eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensation of his strong hands on her body. He quickly made his way right up against her mound, and as his fingers brushed her sex, it filled her with an evil lust that was far too sweet to deny. The sensation of his touch melted both her will to resist him and her body.
She was hotter than she could ever remember being. Her cunt ached for his touch, and she could feel the heat of his hands through the sheer fabric of her panties. Her wet opening was now beginning to spot her delicate thin undergarment. Her mouth was weeping with the desire to devour his young cock, to gobble it up with a single passionate gulp.
As his hands crossed over to her other leg he intentionally bumped his hand against her heated vulva slipping one knuckle between her lips nudging her clit causing her to involuntarily shove her body forward forcefully against his hand and moan.
