It was autumn and roughly thirty years ago. My Aunt Trisha had come to live with me and we had found each other after secretly wanting to since early childhood. For any who are interested, you may read the original story of how this came about. The short version is that we were both eighteen years old, Trisha being only two months younger than me, and we were living in my first home. The night that we discovered we both wanted the same thing was one I’ll never forget. Other similar nights followed, but I want to tell about one that was different.
Near the end of September my sister wanted to go to her high school’s open house night. Around here, open house meant that there would be displays in the hallways with a teacher at each one representing the different departments. The books used for each grade level, the curriculum and special projects planned would all be there for parents to examine and ask about. There would also be some teachers in the classrooms to speak with parents who had concerns about their children. The teachers traded duties at intervals so none had to spend the whole evening either at a table or in a classroom. My parents couldn’t go, so Vicki, my sister, asked me to take her instead. She wanted to meet up with her friends and hang out, which meant that she really just wanted a ride. I agreed to take her, even though I knew I wouldn’t see her there until she was ready to go home again. But, this had been my school, and Trisha’s, the year before and we thought it might be fun to see some of the people we had spent so much time around for the four years previous, especially since they were no longer in a position of power over us. The night arrived and we got to the school at about 7:00 p.m. As expected, Vicki soon found her friends and they were off to do whatever it is they do. Aunt Trisha and I walked the halls, which seemed to be so much smaller than they had been only a few months before, looking for familiar faces.
We found several of our teachers were still there, of course, and we stopped to talk to some while avoiding others. We usually had to wait for parents to leave before we could visit with a favorite teacher. We had seen three or four by the time we came to the gym, where we found a small crowd of people gathered around the gym teachers. We could tell that it would be a while before we got to talk to anyone here.
Trisha said, “Come in here with me,” pointing to the door of the girls’ locker/shower room. Well, I looked around and, not seeing anyone looking our way, we both ducked inside. Then she said, “I’ve always wanted to do this in here,” as she reached for my zipper.
I didn’t object, so she slowly pulled it down and reached inside. Her hand was cool on my limp dick, but they both heated up quickly. Her fingers were soft, rubbing my cock and balls, and it felt good. I began to harden immediately, so she grasped me firmly and began to pump within the confines of my pants. Soon there wasn’t enough room inside and she pulled it out, unfastening my belt with her other hand. When she popped the button my pants fell down around my ankles. I don’t wear underwear, not since I was fourteen, so now I was standing there pretty much naked from the waist down. Aunt Trisha kept stroking me, looking up into my eyes, and reached around to grab my ass and rub it too. I reached up to grab one of her big, soft tits and she said, “No. I do everything here. If you want to do something, you have to pick your own place.”
I said, “OK, I’ll do that,” and gave myself over to watching and feeling the sensations of what was being done to me.
This was not at all a problem. What she was doing to me was great and Trisha was, and still is, very easy on the eyes. She was about five-foot-four and very curvy. She has blue eyes and long, brown hair, the kind of brown that comes from being born blonde. It has kind of a glow to it in the right light. She has the kind of lips that women today pay for, full plump lips that seem to be made for what I hoped she was about to do. Her face had the kind of smooth, flawless beauty that doesn’t require makeup, but she liked to use it anyway. She would use pale blues around her eyes and something that would sparkle on the rest of her face. I know it sounds flashy, but it wasn’t, it was very subtle. If you weren’t looking directly at her you wouldn’t notice it at all. Her frame was small, and she was neither skinny nor plump, but that place in between that causes all of a man’s feelings to go straight to his crotch. They weren’t openly on display, but she had very large breasts, a d-cup, and they had smooth, pale skin without a blemish. Even with skin like that I never saw a sign of a vein beneath it. The areolas were big and pink, fading outward from the center until the color blended into the rest of her skin. The nipples, when she was excited, would stand out almost as big as the end of my pinky. They were firm and round and heavy. I wouldn’t call it sag, but they were so full that the bottoms would lay on her upper ribcage, so she seldom went without a bra even though that was popular at the time. Often you could still see her nipples poke out there, bra or no bra. There was just enough meat on her that you couldn’t see her ribs unless she was stretching and her waist, while slim, seemed even more so because of the rack she carried up above. Her ass was firm and round and had that side-to-side bounce that made you think it was winking at you when she was walking away. Her legs were round and smooth and firm; not very long, but gorgeous all the same. When they were wrapped around me it was like heaven. When she dressed plain she was enough to stop traffic, but tonight she had worn a red sleeveless sweater with a deep-cut neckline and a short, black skirt with pleats. If she turned quickly enough it would fan out and you could see a flash of black panties underneath, just above the tops of her thigh-high stockings. A lacy black bra and a pair of open-toed black shoes completed the picture.
I had already noticed the way men’s eyes followed her wherever she went and tonight was no exception. Teachers, parents, it didn’t matter; they all looked at her with hunger in their eyes. Little did they know that I was standing in the girls’ locker room, half-naked, with her lovely hand stroking my cock while they were, some of them, standing less than twenty feet away on the other side of the door. The thought that someone could easily walk through that door at any minute made the whole thing that much more exciting.
While I was reflecting on this and savoring her with my eyes, since my hands could not, she had pressed her body up against me and was rubbing herself up and down in time to the motions of her hand on my hard, throbbing shaft. I could feel her tits pressed against me with her nipples scribing lines from just below my own down to about my belly button. She had one stocking-clad leg wrapped around one of mine and a firm grip on my left ass cheek. All the while she hadn’t stopped looking into my eyes. She said, “Why don’t you take this off?” and glanced downward to indicate my shirt. I did as she suggested and she began to lick my chest, untangling her leg from mine while she worked lower, licking and kissing each newly revealed patch of skin as the buttons were undone. When it was fully open and I stretched to pull it off my arms she sucked on my nipples, still squeezing and pulling on my cock, which was by now hard and red with the veins standing out and the head full and purple.
She pushed me back a little and I felt the backs of my legs touch a bench. She kept pushing me gently, so I sat down and she followed. She rested her knees on my discarded shirt as she settled between my legs and said, “Think of all the pussies that have sat where your balls are right now while I suck you off.” Then she started licking me, first the head, then the bottom side of my shaft, then down to my balls and back up again. She didn’t stop or move on until I was completely covered and I could feel her saliva running down to the crack of my ass. She grinned up at me and then wrapped her full lips around my head and softly sucked. It felt so good that I reached out to place my hands on her head and she reached up with one hand to wave me away. She sucked me in a little, then pushed me back out with her tongue pressed against the top of my cockhead and sucked me in again, over and over, each time taking a little more of my meat inside her hot, wet mouth. Each time she would come back to the head she would swirl her tongue around it and I could feel it moving back and forth against my shaft as she slid her mouth down.
