§1.
How can someone possibly smell so mind-numbingly attractive?!
The thought struck me like a physical blow, as my aunts feminine scent nearly caused my heart to skip a beat. It wasn't the floral aroma of her perfume, lingering around her, that caught my attention. Although, in all fairness, her preferred fragrance had always been one that I found myself undeniably drawn to.
Lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling while she slept next to me, I'd already taken to breathing slowly and deeply. Mostly to relax myself, hoping that sleep would soon take me, but also to relish in the sweet, light smell of her familiar perfume. It took more than a bit of effort to keep my more... primal thoughts at bay, as I considered our current situation.
My mother's younger sister was, at 33, only a handful of years older than I was. Though she and mom had never really gotten along in their youth, probably due to their difference in age, aunt Alison had always had a soft spot for me. She'd been supportive of me for as long as I can remember, always there to cheer during my fighting matches, always eager to help me study a difficult subject, always willing to hand out what she called 'old woman' advice. The thing was; I didn't see her as an old woman.
Alison had the kind of figure that had always been extremely distracting. She was only a hairsbreadth shorter than I was, giving her an Amazonian appearance, which was emphasized by her slightly muscular build, a result of her active lifestyle. Her long legs and luxurious raven hair only served to add to this image. What had caught my young single-minded attention, however, were her decidedly feminine curves.
I remember nearly getting caught drooling one summer, when aunt Alison wore heels to my birthday. The elevating effect of her footwear had underlined how toned her rear was, forming a nearly perfect half-sphere in her tight jeans. Her hips tapered up into a narrow waist, which transitioned elegantly into a well-developed upper body. The loose top she'd been wearing couldn't conceal her large breasts, try though she might. Alison had told me once that she's uncomfortable showing off her ample chest, which is why she tried not to draw attention to it, but for a young man it had been impossible not to notice the way her bosom shifted with each and every movement she made.
No matter how wrong I knew it was, lately it had happened more than once that the image of her popped into my mind as I neared an orgasm. Now, while trying to sleep next to her, breathing her delicious scent, I was nearly overwhelmed as a remarkably subtle note tingled my nose. It was her own!
Her perfume must be wearing off, allowing her natural odor to mingle with the smell of her fragrance
. I thought as I closed my eyes and tried to repress my rising arousal. My heartbeat sped up noticeably. She smelled... well, it's difficult to find the right words... She smelled warm and inviting. A mildly musky kind of smell, though not unpleasant. If O were a poet I would describe it as a sun-lit forest clearing mixed with the smoldering aroma of a deeply inhaled glass of wine. Delicately seductive, while simultaneously being astonishingly difficult to ignore.
Oh God, this was the last thing I needed
, I pondered,
as if sleeping in the same bed wasn't challenging enough on its own! And why the hell is this bed so small!?
§2.
Maybe I should explain how I landed myself in this compromising state of affairs...
A few days ago aunt Alison visited us, out of the blue, to attend my "graduation". Little did she know that I'd failed a crucial class and wasn't getting my bachelor's degree until I rewrote my thesis. This not being the first year my studies didn't come effortlessly, my parents had worried about my building stress and told Alison that what I needed was a bit of relaxation; a few days to clear my mind, so I wouldn't completely ruin my remaining summer freedom.
Aunt Alison had offered to let me stay with her, in her condo near Daytona Beach. It took me mere moments to mull it over and was ultimately won over by her bright smile and the cold beer she offered me. She stayed with us for another two days, while I wrapped up everything dorm-related and packed my things.
My parents, standing with their arms around each other, smiled warmly and waved us goodbye as we began the long drive from Ohio to Florida. Everything seemed to be going well, a cloudless sky allowed the summer sun to heat the inside of the car to such a comfortable warmth that we drove most of the way with the roof down. We chatted about this and that, enjoying each other's company and the occasional easy silence.
In due course the swirling winds, that softly cooled us inside the car, drew my awareness to my aunts fluttering sundress. The top of which was pressed closely to her chest, outlining her impressive breasts. I could just faintly make out the raised tips of nipples and quickly looked down, so as not to get caught staring. Big mistake...
The twisting breeze had gotten a hold of the hem of her light dress, drawing it nearly all the way up her smooth leg. From the corner of my eye I could see a small red line where her panties covered the transition from upper leg to hips.
I wonder how she'd react if I were to slowly kiss her legs all the way up to her
- I promptly forced myself to look out of the passenger-side window, attempting desperately to think about something, anything else. The faint red line a constant distraction in the back of my mind.
I hoped my sudden stillness wasn't noticeable. Alison seemed to be relaxed, one arm out of the window, calmly directing her half-lidded gaze in front of us. A small smile seemed to play around the corners of her mouth, giving me the impression she wasn't aware of me at the moment.
