Several years ago while I was attending graduate school at the University of Kentucky, I took my new girlfriend Agnes back to Atlanta over a holiday weekend to meet my parents. The visit had gone well, and Agnes seemed to even be accepted by my younger sister Val, a senior at Georgia Tech who was usually jealous when shw was not the center of attention.
When we were loading the car to head back to Lexington, my mother asked if I would stop outside Chattanooga to drop off some dishes at my Aunt Linda's house. She wanted her younger sister to have some of the items which had been passed down to her after the recent death of a distant relative. Mother thought it would be nice for me to see Aunt Linda, who was thirty-six, and a successful lawyer in the city. She was often alone at home as her husband was a pilot with a major airline, and she complained often to my mother that she grew tired of being by herself in the big, new house they had purchased.
Since it was on the way, and I had always been close to her, I thought it would be a pleasant way to break up the trip. She could also meet Agnes, who was just beginning to play a major role in my life.
The trip from Atlanta took only a few hours on I-75, and we reached her exit north of the city about dusk. I had not been to the new house, and found their driveway only after some major difficulty. It was just after dark when we finally knocked at the door of the two-story brick home, which was settled back in the woods a few hundred yards off the road.
Aunt Linda answered the door, and kissed me on the cheek. I introduced her to Agnes, and she led us to the kitchen in the back of the house. We were hungry, and she offered us sandwiches and beer, which we ate in the breakfast nook overlooking the swimming pool.
Linda apologized for the way she was dressed, in a wet two-piece bathing suit under a tee shirt. She had been in the pool to retrieve a chair which had blown in the water, and had to rush in quickly to answer the door. While she was explaining, I thought to myself she looked better than any lawyer I had seen recently, with her agile body that had won her swimming competitions in college. She kept herself in shape by swimming and light exercise, and possessed brains as well as a great body.
She said her husband was away in Europe on a flight, but she expected him to call at any time. She was taking some time off from the office, and was apparently unhappy that he had not taken some vacation to spend with her.
When it was time for bed, she showed Agnes to a guest suite on one side of the long, upstairs hallway, and me to one on the other side. She was nothing, if not proper, and I did not tell her I really felt the need to bed down with Agnes that night. After several days of sleeping alone at my parents' house, I was past due for some bedroom games.
I went back down stairs to take a dip in the pool, and Agnes and Aunt Linda went to bed.
After swimming laps to burn off some sexual energy, I took off my swim suit and rinsed off at the outside shower next to the pool. As I stood there nude, letting the warm water run down my body, I saw the curtains part in Agnes' room. She was watching me from the window, and I hoped she was as much in need of loving as me.
I turned off the shower, wrapped a robe around my body, and climbed up the stairs to my bedroom. I waited there until I thought Aunt Linda was asleep, and then peered out into the hallway.
There was no sign of light coming from under Aunt Linda's door, so I crept across the hall and quietly turned the knob to Agnes' room. In the hallway light, I could see her in the bed with her back to me and a sheet covering her body. I stepped inside the room, closed the door, and in the dark dropped the robe to my feet.
I walked naked across the carpet and sat on the edge of the bed, placing my hand lightly on her shoulder so as not to startle her. She was awake, and eased over to allow me room to lay down next to her.
I got into the bed and scooted up against her back, running my hands up under her thin night gown and gently sliding the silk garment up to her waist. Then, I pushed my growing penis up against her buttocks and drew her close to me. She sighed as I brought my right hand to her breast, which felt bigger than normal from the way she was laying on her side. I caressed the nipple and felt it grow hard between my fingers. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, and I kissed the back of her neck as I fondled her breasts. I could hear Agnes sigh, and knew I had guessed right about her desires.
My seven inch prick was trembling as I eased my knee between hers, spreading her legs from the back. As I arched my body toward her, my cock slid between the mounds of her ass and her thighs tightened against it. When I slid my prick between her legs, I could feel the wetness on the inside of her thighs.
With my right hand, I reached down from her breasts to her navel, lightly brushing the tight flesh above her hairline. Gradually, I moved my middle finger to her moist hole, and felt it enter her as I began to massage her clit. Her tight cheeks began to undulate against me as my finger moved faster in her pussy.
As I drew my hand away to replace my finger with a more important organ, I was jerked away from my pleasure by the ringing of the bedside phone. Agnes moved quickly to answer it, and as I started to tell her not to, I heard the phone leave the cradle and was shocked to hear Aunt Linda's voice say "Hello".
My blood turned cold as I saw my aunt's face, dimly lighted by the dial of the Princess phone. It was her husband calling and she began talking to him in a sleepy voice, as if she had just awakened from a deep slumber.
I started to throw the covers off the bed so I could get up, and I heard her tell the caller "Just a minute, I dropped something."
As I backed away from her, she turned slightly and put her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet. Apparently I had gasped in my surprise, and as she put her mouth back to the phone she grabbed my right hand in hers and pulled it back close to her breast. Holding tightly to my hand, she continued her conversation, listening mostly and answering in short, choppy sentences. My prick had grown soft, and I was nearly panicked about what to do next.
