"Hi James, are you free?"
James opened his eyes and got up from the couch. He had been lazying on it, with only his shorts on. The sun seemed capable of transferring all its heat through the roof and walls.
"Yes! I am coming!" He yelled back and stumbled to the kitchen.
His aunt Sascha was leaning against the sink with her back toward him. Her back view caused James to falter in his steps.
Sascha was in her early thirties and looked alluring. She didn't have a model figure, but her wide hips and plump ass were the subjects of James' countless fantasies.
She wore a wide, knee-length skirt and a blouse that clung to her shapely figure. The fabric of the skirt flowed over her ass, accentuating the plumpness of it.
James regulated his breathing and walked to his aunt. After getting close behind her, he made his presence known.
"Yes, aunt?"
His aunt looked over her shoulder with a sweet smile. "Can you help me put the dry dishes away?" She pointed at the cupboard above the sink.
"Sure," James replied with a grin. His aunt bit her underlip and turned to her dishes in the sink. James picked a cup, feeling happy inwardly.
There was a reason for this. For a few days now, whenever James was alone with her, he would touch or caress Sascha's ass. At first, he tried to be as discreet as he could be, but after a few times, he got bolder.
James stretched his hand and placed the cup inside. But he didn't stop just there. He made it look like he was putting the cup deeper. He stepped forward, pressing his groin against Sascha's ass.
He was not pushing but still felt her soft, plush ass against his already semi-erect cock. The sensation was truly amazing.
He looked at his aunt, worried about her reaction. But she seemed oblivious to his growing cock, pressed against her ass. She continued with her work.
Feeling triumphant, he picked up another cup. Sascha glanced at him and chuckled. "At this rate, you will need some time to finish."
There was no anger nor irritation audible in her voice. James shrugged and smiled sheepishly at her.
He suspected that she was already aware of his advances, but she was not against them. Still, to test it, he pushed himself closer to her, while putting the second cup inside.
"Hey! No pushing," Sascha chided and slapped him playfully on his arm. But she still didn't move nor made James back off.
This emboldened James even more. They still had some time till his uncle returned from whatever boring office he was in.
The previous two times James would move sideways to pick up the cups, but this time he decided not to do so.
He remained standing behind his aunt, his groin pressed against her soft ass, and reached for a plate. And then he just stretched upwards.
He didn't pause and repeated the same movement for the other dishes. He was practically grinding Sascha by moving in this manner.
"Ah..."
A soft moan escaped from Sascha. James noticed her fair cheeks and neck turning crimson. Her breath also seemed erratic.
'She is enjoying this.'
