I sat in the passenger seat while Aunt Carol drove the large Mercedes sedan. I was still trying to make sense of it all. It seemed like I had ventured into another world where all the rules I’d ever known were no longer valid. And still I couldn’t take my eyes off my aunt as she drove, her dress riding just above the welts of her stockings and all the while that slight grin of expectation.
“God, Chris, how much of a hint do you need?” My aunt said breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?” I queried in genuine confusion.
“You keep staring at my legs but you can’t bring yourself to touch me. You must have more willpower than any young guy your age to resist a come-on like this.”
I reached across and ran my right hand over her knee, slipping it under her hem and stroking the bare flesh above the welt. She took a slight breath.
“Much better. That feels nice. Now, how high can you go?”
My knuckles just brushed the soft curls of her pubic hair when a car pulled alongside and I jerked away, embarrassed that we would be seen.
“They can’t see in the tinted windows, Chris, so don’t worry. I’ve tried to look in and you can’t see a thing.”
Traffic had picked up by now and we turned into the mall parking lot before I could reach my lofty objective at the top of her thighs. I inconspicuously brought my hand to my face on the chance that I picked up her woman scent in my attempt but it smelled only of hand soap.
“Would you get my door for me please?”, She asked casually.
I went around to her side and pulled the heavy sedan door open. Fighting carelessness, but all the while knowing just what she was doing, Aunt Carol spread her legs apart leaving one leg on the floorboard while stretching the other leg as far out of the car as she could physically manage. The effect was to pull her skirt clear to her waist and give me for the first time in my life a momentary, unobstructed view of my aunt’s open, pink womanhood.
The flash was painfully short. I blushed at the indecency of it even as I strained for a better view. Her pubic hair was a dusty blonde and seemed trimmed very neatly. The inner lips just peaked out and gaped a bit at the very bottom. In the sunlight it was hard to tell if she was wet but if she was as wet as I was hard she’d be drenched.
Then, in a flash, she brought her other leg around and got out, the wayward skirt slipping into place, frustrating me. I now knew that my function on this shopping spree was to serve as the foil for her exhibitionist teasing. I just hoped my penis would not break in half before she was done.
She took my arm and we walked into the mall where she explained what she had planned. She showed me the spot where she said I should stand if I wanted to learn something about women. The spot was just next to and below a rather large escalator with a glass side that was moving up. As I stood for several minutes I realized that quite without being obvious I could look almost straight up the dress of any woman riding the escalator over my position.
Now, most of the women there were not worth watching but now and then a young, nicely dressed woman would get on and stand right next to the glass giving me a clear view of her pantyhose and panties as she passed overhead.
On at least two occasions my eyes met with the woman I was watching. They clearly knew what I was doing but said or did nothing.
I watched as my aunt walked to the escalator and got on. She pretended to be unaware, gliding directly over my view. I could only imagine what was going through her mind as she felt my gaze on her bare ass and vagina as she rode past.
We walked along a quiet hall. She asked me to hold the bag she was carrying so she could pick up a bill she had “accidentally” dropped on the floor. In one casual motion she drew her skirt up and squatted with her legs spread wide, experiencing the cool feeling as I stared across at her gaping, pink-tinged vagina.
After several of these “accidents” she seemed even more agitated and we ended up going into the large department store.
She grabbed a dress from the rack that was obviously the wrong size and told me she was going to try it on in the fitting room. I thought it was odd that it took her nearly ten minutes to discover that the dress wouldn’t fit. That was until I saw her emerge from the fitting room somewhat shaky and flushed. She had obviously just masturbated in there to relieve her excitement. I asked her point blank,
“Did you just go in there and get off? I mean right in the dressing room where anyone could hear you?”
She looked at me with a slight smile and said, “Does this answer your question?”.
She held her right fingers to my face and immediately I inhaled the deep, musky, marine scent of her intimate wetness. I was so hard and ready to come by this point that I was getting the shakes. I couldn’t hold back doing something real soon but it appears she had one last tease planned.
“I must confess, Chris, that it excites me no end to go out in public in a dress and no panties. I’ve done it since I was just a teen and it still feels daring and wicked. But there is one drawback that I always run into. I always get so horny and wet that it starts running down my legs and if I sit on my dress, the back gets all wet. I just hate to go around with a big wet spot on my skirt. I need to wipe myself off before getting in the car. I could go into the ladies room but that wouldn’t be as fun as having you wipe me off right here.”
We were standing in a somewhat deserted corridor that led to the parking garage but still it would be risky.
“Do you have some tissues or something I could use?”, I asked taking the dare.
“I’m afraid not. Actually, the only thing I think you could use that you wouldn’t mind getting soiled are your own underpants. Why don’t you just quickly slip them off and wipe me?”
In a bizarre trance I felt myself unbuckling my belt and dropping my baggy shorts. I felt her eyes on me as I slid down my black cotton briefs releasing at long last my rigid erection. She gathered her dress to her waist in a single motion and, stepping beside her, I wiped her wetness from her bare buttocks and the insides of her thighs.
We were terrified as we risked discovery to carry out this absurd exhibitionist act. As she dropped her dress, I slipped on my now wet, stained briefs that wreaked of her scent, pulled up my baggies, and followed her to the car.
At this point my head was so twisted that nothing she or I did would surprise me. This was my Aunt Carol, my mom’s sister, and yet I wanted her sexually more than anything I had ever wanted since discovering girls. My education had only just begun.
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We pulled out of the garage and started down the street headed back to the house. Aunt Carol turned to me while driving.
“I’m really very proud of you, Christopher. You’re really being very mature about my little games and all. Some boys your age would not be able to control themselves as well as you have. We weren’t really sure how you’d react to my overtures but I think we’re going to get along quite well.”
She reached over with her free hand and rubbed the back of my neck mussing my hair a bit and smiling that small smile, more of just an involuntary parting of her lips as if she couldn’t find the will to close them completely.
I was slightly puzzled by her use of the pronoun “we”. I couldn’t imagine Uncle Jerry and she had hatched her little seduction. I mean, what was in it for him taking off on his convenient trip and all.
After a short silence she continued.
“I hear you have a girlfriend. She’s a senior in high school or something. Why don’t you tell me about her? Is she pretty? Are you two… serious?”
“Yeah. Well her name is Alicia Aronesti and I met her at a swim meet before I graduated. She’s a cheerleader and graduates next year. I guess we’re ‘serious’ if it means what I think you think it means.”
I blushed. We both knew it meant that I had had sex with her which I had, a couple times. Alicia was a year younger than me at 19 with a model’s figure. She had long straight blond hair that reached midway down her back. I really liked her because she was fun and not flaky. I really couldn’t stand flaky or pushy girls.
“Well, do you have a picture of her? I’m really very curious to see what she looks like.”, Aunt Carol asked.
I took out the school picture I had of her in my wallet. She was sitting very demurely in a dark plaid skirt, knee socks and saddle shoes, white cotton blouse and dark blazer that made up the traditional school uniform. I really liked the picture because I had caught her with her legs a little too far apart. You could see a lot of her thighs but not any higher.
I handed it to my aunt whose eyes narrowed as she held it before her.
“Oh, Chris. She’s really very lovely. I see they’re still wearing the same uniforms I had to wear when I went there. I guess nothing changes. Tell me if you know. Does she also wear white cotton panties or does she do like the girls did in my time and wear really sexy panties underneath in protest?”
“Well, she usually wears white or pale yellow nylon bikini panties as far as I’ve noticed. Why?”
My aunt’s eyes sparkled for a moment as if she were remembering some past experience.
“You must call her and invite her down as soon as we get back. I’m sure she misses you and you two can have the run of the house when I’m out.”
“I don’t know if her folks would agree to that. They are pretty conservative as far as I can tell. They don’t even let me take her out on a week night.”
“Maybe if I talk to her and her mom we can work it out. OK? It’s worth a try.”
Her hand was rubbing my thigh very suggestively and I wasn’t about to argue with her. Anyway, if she could arrange to get Alicia to come down we could finally have sex without getting jammed in the back of my folks Buick.
“First though, since you’ve been such a delight I want to finish your lesson for today with a special course in ‘How to Make Love to a Mature Woman’.”