I hadn't seen my aunt Liz in years, but I hoped that she was still hot. I was eighteen and for most of my horny adolescence she was my favorite bombshell. Now don't get me wrong. She is my mother's sister after all. But the woman is single, six feet tall, with a lean, well sculpted body that has always done her honors from every straight man and some lesbians.
Her dark brown hair flowed way past her shoulders and gave her the distinct feeling of a most predatory lioness on the hunt . . . for a mate. Combine this with piercing green eyes and broad sensuous lips that smile easily and probably were well experienced in the arts of love making and you have a pretty accurate idea of my Aunt Liz, the goddess.
I know that I shouldn't ever have felt so turned on, so enraptured with her artistically graceful body and especially her often commanding manner as well as her ample size 36C breasts. But with a little imagination, you can understand my arousal.
It also didn't help that whenever she came to visit Mom that she would always find ways to give me more than a reserved amount of attention. But the last thing, the hottest thing of all about Aunt Liz, was that she was a rebel, going her own way in life and living life to the fullest by her own standards. This, for some reason made her youthful nephew most incredibly hot.
I was in my summer between high school graduation and arranging for some sort of job until the next spring when my college scholarships finally kicked in. Now, I'm good looking, smart, and personable. I played basketball and some football. I get along with others well enough. But the timing or the economy were working against me. There simply were no worthwhile jobs to be had in my small town. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
I was getting pretty down when my mother, of all, people came up with the idea. "I know, what just might be the perfect job for you Brian. But there's just one catch. It's out of town." She offered the suggestion and waited for my response.
"Out of town, huh? And would there be a place to stay tied to it?" I was getting antsy about making some decent money for college. And besides, I also wasn't having much success with dating local girls as of late.
"Well, how did you hear about it? Where's it at?" I was curious, after all. "What kind of money and for how long. And what's the catch?'
"Brian, there's no catch. I talked to someone who has a small but expanding business in the Denver area and needs some good help for a few months. I don't quite know the business details but housing, food, and other needs would be taken care of by the employer. They're not looking for experience just someone willing to listen and learn. There's lots of training involved but the personal experience will be, let's just say . . . life changing in the most positive way ".
Mom could sure dangle the bait. And I was willing to bit. I needed money, and a job and out of this small town in the worst possible way. "Okay. Who, what , and where.? And when?"
"They need someone to train right away. Just in a let out of the way place, some place up in the mountains. But with all the necessities included. even private room and car to use while there."
Now I was really hooked.
"Just one more thing. It's with Liz."
