My aunt Eliza is a classy woman; the kind of woman you refer to as a lady. She is smart, pretty, quiet, humble and suave. At forty four she looks more like thirty or so. This is no doubt due to her svelte appearance and pleasant personality. Her complexion is dark brown, almost black, with an amazing smoothness and healthy sheen. You look at her and you know that there is a boiling heat beneath that quiet darkness. She is five feet two and slim, but there is nothing gaunt or boyish about her frame and figure. Hers is a rounded, shapely slimness. She has small firm puffy breasts and the family trademark, a full round ass. She's been widowed three years now due to a car accident. She has a daughter, twenty one, who recently got married and moved away, and a son twenty four, who works out of town and comes home for a couple of days at the end of each month
I have been living at my aunt's home for the last six months, two months before my cousin got married. I am twenty five and recently started work as an accountant, while my aunt is an IT manager with an insurance company. Our offices are a block apart, and I usually get a lift to and from work in my aunt's car.
Liza, as she insists I call her, has always been my favorite aunt, and has always been like a mother to me. In spite of the undeniable sexual aura she possessed, I have never harbored lecherous thoughts about her; that is, until about two or three months ago, when her sexiness which must have been gradually creeping up on me, suddenly grabbed hold of me, filling me at first with feelings of guilt. But as the days and weeks went by so did the feelings of guilt, giving way to those of adoration and quiet lust.
Liza is very careful about the way she carries herself about the house, she doesn't walk around half naked or skimpily dressed in see thru negligees or sit around in a revealing manner when wearing skirts or dresses. Her one indiscretion, if it might be called that, is the likeness for short close fitting shorts. Because of her small breasts she hardly ever wears bras, so I would sometimes be blessed with a peek of her puffy angels if she bends over while wearing a loose blouse or shirt. I have never managed to get a glimpse of her in panties, which I know would be a damn good sight.
There was no lack of playfulness or harmless touching between us, and since my lusty feelings for Liza surfaced, I decided to exploit that gradually to bring about a situation of sexual awareness between us. Apart from work she never went anywhere, except a once weekly trip to the supermarket, a once monthly book club meeting, job related meeting or an occasional visit to a relative; no clubs, parties, shows, restaurants, or such things. She liked romantic or adventure movies.
I sensed from her reaction to and comments about movies we watched together, that she must be lonely for intimate male companionship. I decided that I would try to induce her into going out with me.
Our country is below sea level and we live on the coastland about a mile away from the Atlantic. One day when there was a high tide warning I suggested to her that we take a drive to the seawall to get a look at the big waves that would be coming in. She was a bit hesitant, but after I ensured her that all will be well, because we would be going before it got really bad, she relented.
The spot along the seawall where we parked had no step so I had to give her a hand to get up on the wall. Before she could object I quickly scooped her up and deposited her on the concrete wall. Before I could clamber up on the wall to join her, a hard wind blew, and the light skirt she was wearing was lifted up to her waist. She quickly pulled it down, but not before I got a brief but clear and satisfactory look at her smooth thighs and the crotch of her light blue panties. The little mound dazzled me momentarily, and I felt my heart beat quickly.
I clambered up on the wall and joined Liza. No sooner did I stand beside her that another strong wind came. She clutched at her skirt and tucked it between her legs to prevent a reoccurrence; but while she was doing that, up went her blouse, revealing her trim belly and the bottom of her small breasts. I snatched at the blouse and pulled it down. She thanked me and started laughing.
"This wind is wicked," she said "exposing me like this to the public."
"Well it's a good thing you have a body that's nice to look at, so the public can't criticize you."
Although I could not tell because of her dark skin, I knew that she was blushing. She gave one of her sweet smiles and looked toward the ocean. We stood on the wall watching the majestic waves building, feeling the little sprays against our feet.
A sudden hefty wave broke against the wall, sending heavy sprays all over us, causing Liza to suddenly reach out and grab me around the waist, and bury her face in my chest. The embrace only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough for me to be influenced by her softness, and I felt a rising movement in my crotch braced against her belly.
We decided to get down and watch the waves from behind the wall. I went down first then I reached up and held her by the waist and took her down, making sure her lithe body fell against mine briefly. The hard on had grown a bit, and I felt her knee and thigh rub against it as she slid against my body down to the ground.
We strolled along the road for a while as we gazed at the performing ocean, from time to time getting sprinkled. On two occasions my aunt clutched at me like she had when we were on the wall. It started to get dark and we left. Before going home we went to an ice cream bar and spent about half an hour there eating ice cream.
A week after the seawall visit I persuaded her to go to an art exhibition in town. After the exhibition I took her to a nice cozy pizza hut with the intention of buying take away, but once inside I suggested we eat it there. I think the coziness and the dim lighting and soft music got to her, and she agreed. When we left the pizza hut, I casually held her arm as we walked to the car.
"You are making me get to like the street too much." she joked, "You know that I am a homebody"
"I'm glad; I think you're too much of a homebody. You need to be going out more often. Have some fun, maybe date a little. All work and no play is not good for the soul."
"Did I just hear you say date?" she said it like I'd made the most incredulous of suggestions.
"Yes, date; you're still young and a very beautiful woman at that. I'm sure lots of guys would jump at the opportunity to date you, at the slightest encouragement. But I guess you're not being encouraging."
"You're right about that." Then she turned and looked at me. "Terry, I'm not ready for that, I don't think I ever will be." She sounded a bit hurt. I squeezed her shoulder, and told her that I was sorry. We both remained silent after that.
When we got home she went straight to the fridge and poured herself a glass of Bailey's crème liqueur. She wasn't really a drinker, never touched vodka or rum or beer or anything like that, but she admitted that she had a likeness for Bailey's, and would drink a glass now and then while watching TV. But that was rare, like three or four times a month. I got myself a bottle of Guinness and we sat down to a movie.
It's Friday night, and we're sitting in front of the TV, me with a Guinness and she with her Baileys. I had brought home a bottle for her, and she was very pleased. Uncharacteristically she started on a second glass. I think it was more boredom with the movie than anything else that made her take another drink. We were watching the best of some poor choices that were currently playing, and we didn't have any new DVD to turn to. I teased her, telling her that she'd better be careful or she'd get drunk. She said that although she wasn't a regular drinker she could hold her drinks if needed to. I dared her to take another drink, and she took the dare.
I was on my third Guinness and we were both a little bit tipsy, she more than me. Her smooth shapely dark legs looked enticing and I got hard looking at them. I wanted to touch them or lick them, I was afraid, because so far she'd never showed any sign as being open to that sort of thing. I tried to think of some harmless way to come into physical contest with my aunt's sexy body. A song began to play in the movie and I realized that my luck couldn't get better. I put down my bottle, took her glass and put it on the arm of her chair, and pulled her up.
"This is a beautiful song Liza, let's dance."
She started to object but I didn't give her a chance. I threw my arms around her, pulled her close and started to sway. She was a bit stiff at first, but eventually fell into rhythm. I let my erection jam against her belly just enough to make me feel good, but not enough to make her uncomfortable. But once, she stumbled and it did press hard against her for a moment. The song came to an end prematurely like most movie songs did. I commented that the song was the only good part of the movie so far. She agreed.
"Let's hope they play another song so we can dance again. I could tell you're a good dancer if only you loosen up."
"Don't bet on that, if the song had gone any longer I would have eventually crushed your toes into the carpet."
"How long has it been since you've danced?" I asked
"Years, you?"
"A long time too, was too busy studying. You know what, I think us two homebodies should go and dance sometime, what do you say?"
"It's a thought." She said in a tone that said not likely.
After a while and no other song played in the movie, I jumped up and said.
"If they won't bring music to us, let's go find music. Come on, come on us two are going dancing."
I pulled her up to her feet.
