Another summer on the rise and with its coming, all the skimpy skirts and tank tops strolling around town. I always looked forward to summertime, especially since it gave me the chance to display my built up body. At 6'1", I was a muscular 184 lbs. I was also very handsome with cinnamon brown skin. And with those types of features, it was never a problem attracting women. But as much as I would've loved to be out on the hunt, I was on the call to work.
However, that day at my job wasn't as disappointing as I thought. After a long and tedious bus ride, I finally arrived to work. Work was at Nordstrom, one of the most glamorous department stores in the nation. More specifically, I worked in the lady's shoe dept., catering to women's feet all day, every day. With that kind of status brought an array of women. Day in and day out I would be on board the girl-watching train. And this day particularly was gonna be a good one. My boss had brought in a new girl to the shoe team.
To my surprise, it was my Aunt Patricia. I was pretty much breathless. Although she knew that I worked there, she chose to be there regardless. And for some strange reason, neither of us confessed to being relatives or even knowing each other. During the introductions, I made sure to get a good long look at her and I liked what I saw and at 36 years old, she looked 10 years younger.
Aunt Trisch, as I called her, looked different. She used to be so conservative, but since the divorce from my uncle, she was more dynamic. She was wearing a thigh-length miniskirt with a matching styled top and open-toed sandals. This woman had it all. Aunt Patricia was about 5'7" and around 145 lbs. Every delicious ounce was put to good use. Her tits were DD's and she had a big fat ass. Whenever she turned around that ass would just stick out from under her skirt. Aunt Patricia also showed off her thick milky thighs along with her sexy feet. Any woman who's known me knows about my fetish for pretty feet.
As the day progressed, the two of us kept glancing at each other. During that time, I found myself being attracted to my mother's sister and felt no shame. Besides, something told me she had a purpose for being here. As luck would have it, we constantly ended up close to each other while in the back working. Sooner or later, someone had to say something.
"Aunt Trisch, what are you doing here?"
"Dante, aren't you happy to see me?"
"Well….yeah. I'm really happy to see you!" With that, she looked at me with a sinful grin. "Well, your auntie needed a job, so I remembered what you said about Nordstrom. And I figured I'd come down here and apply. I also wanted to surprise you and that's why I didn't tell you."
"But Aunt Trisch, why didn't you tell the boss or anyone that you're my auntie?"
"Because I didn't want to." With those words, I realized that my Aunt Patricia was shamelessly flirting with me. We talked and flirted pretty much the whole day and I discovered that she had always harboured a small crush on me compared to my mouth-watering crush on her. Since it was near closing time and we were the only ones scheduled to close up, we figured we might as well get an early start. We picked our respective tasks and headed upstairs to the many high walls of shoes. She chose to stack the boxes while I proceeded to mark them. As she stood atop her stool stretching to reach boxes, I sat on mine staring at her behind then the backs of her thighs and down those wonderfully smooth calves to her feet.
Having burning holes through her body, my dick was stiff and I mean stiff. I never really measured my dick, but it was long, black, fat, and strong. Every one of my victims became a victim at the sight of it. One girl even referred to it as the Bulldozer. Breaking me out of my trance was Aunt Trisch, asking for me to hold her so she didn't fall. I was licking my chops as I took hold of her hips. She really seemed to enjoy my firm grip as she started to gyrate her hips into my hands. Being the red-blooded man that I am, I then moved my hands to her big fat fanny and rubbed and squeezed her globes for my enjoyment. I then slid my hands down Patricia's thighs and further down her legs. "You like that huh Mr. Tae?"
"I'm just peepin your merchandise. I'm a careful consumer."
"Well Mr. Tae, don't fondle the merchandise unless you plan to buy."
