Uncle Jerry and Aunt Carol spent a couple hours unpacking and Alicia and I watched some TV on the big screen. Uncle Jerry came down first and said he knew some great bars we could hit where I wouldn’t get carded. I went up to get dressed just as Aunt Carol came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel. Without a word she pulled it off and stood nude in front of me drying her hair with it.
“Tell me. Are you taking Alicia to mall to shop or to ride the escalators along with you? She’s not into stuff like that, I know her”.
Aunt Carol reached her hand between her legs and wet her fingers in her lubrication. Then she placed her fingers in my mouth and I tasted her distinct woman’s essence totally different from Alicia’s.
“Did you ever think that you would taste your own aunt’s pussy before you came here?”
She smiled and disappeared into the bedroom to dress for the evening.
Uncle Jerry and I were all ready to go out bar hopping as Aunt Carol came down wearing a blue denim mini-skirt with a blouse that was tied below her breasts and showing more cleavage than most women would be comfortable with. She had on pantyhose with the denim skirt and a pair of 5 inch stiletto heels that pushed up her buttocks and accented her calves.
Alicia had been sitting on the couch when she came down and I noticed her gaze follow my aunt as she moved to the chair across from the sofa. It was a look of demure excitement. Aunt Carol after all was quite stunning and any young girl would be envious of her mature poise and sensuality.
I first gave Alicia a nice juicy kiss goodbye and went over to my aunt. As I bent to kiss her I noticed why she was sitting where she was. Alicia was sitting with one leg tucked under her and her short dress was lifted just to enough to expose her white pantied crotch gleaming beneath. As I gave my aunt a modest peck she suddenly slipped her tongue in my mouth, unseen by Alicia, and whispered,
“Have fun, Chris. And don’t rush back too soon.”
I had been wanting to talk to Uncle Jerry about his porno days so despite my ominous misgivings, I drove off with him leaving Alicia and Aunt Carol alone in the very big house for the first time. We first went to a restaurant and had some great steaks then hit a real out of the way bar downtown. It was not real crowded and there were a few decent looking women who were either alone or with dorky looking guys.
“Uncle Jer… I’ve been wanting to ask something. You were in all those porno films. I mean I can understand guys wanting to get off with any woman but how did they get the women to do those flicks?”
He smiled a moment and came back, “You still believe men and women as so different even after all you’ve seen since coming here. Most women, if you’re not a complete jerk, will fuck you in a New York second but you’ve got to read their signals and push the right buttons. They’re always thinking about sex just like you and if you know how and when to ask you can have any woman. Any woman in this bar.”
To back up his boast he made me a bet.
“Watch, I’ll pick a woman in here that looks like she’s primed and send her a note to do something… wild. If she does it I win. If not you win.”
He took a napkin a wrote down a line,
“Sure would like to see what the rest of those legs looked like?”.
Then he browsed the bar area until he spotted a woman in her twenties wearing a short, black skirt and hose. He got up and casually drifted over to her, laying the napkin beside her on the bar. She glanced down, blushed, and smacked him broadside across his grinning face, then walked off indignantly.
“Well, nothing’s 100 percent accurate. Maybe I’m a little rusty. I know a better bar that we can try just a few blocks away.”
I was laughing so hard I almost lost the two beers I’d downed.
The next bar was a bit smaller with a well-lit dance floor. There were guys dancing with girls and several girls dancing with girls but no guys dancing with guys so I figured we were on friendly turf.
We sat at a table across from the bar and scoped the talent for about ten minutes getting buzzed in the process. An Asian woman about 35 or so who had been dancing with a black guy sat down on the wooden bar stool. She was wearing a pale blue and white dress with a broad white collar and a daring, short skirt that was tightly pleated and swished on her legs provocatively as she danced.
Uncle Jerry spotted his prey and dropped the napkin beside her on the bar. Very casually she read it and looked back at him with a cool smile. The crowd in the bar bustled about as Uncle Jer returned to the table with me. As we watched the woman waited for a discrete moment. Then, she slid from the stool hiking her pleated skirt to her waist.
She had on tan thigh tops underneath and, to our utter delight, was quite without panties. In fact she was closely shaved and her thick pussy lips framed the thin pink flesh of her inner labia which gaped naturally as she spread her legs to get down. It was over in five seconds but everyone, including the Asian woman herself, seemed to enjoy it.
One of the waitresses came over dressed in a pair of nylon jogging shorts and a small T-shirt that bulged from her breasts beneath. Jerry asked her if she was married and she said she was. He then came up with some lame line about this being his last night of freedom before going back into the pen for indecent exposure. All he wanted for his last request was to have her pull up her top and drop her pants for ten seconds.
Without even a comment she told him to take out his watch. She very casually lifted her top letting her well augmented breasts spring free. She had large aureoles and her nipples were erect. Slipping her thumbs in her waistband she pulled her shorts completely off including the pair of white thong panties that she wore underneath.
Uncle Jerry grabbed one of her bare ass cheeks and gave her pubic patch a big kiss just as time ran out. Then she just pulled up her pants and panties, slipped on her T-shirt, and got our drinks. We gave her a very nice tip.
“Ok, Chris. Now it’s your turn to try to read the women in here.”
There were two women I’d been watching for a bit. One was a bit older, about 35, the other much younger, perhaps 25 or so. The older woman wore a white blouse with a pearl necklace and a black A-line skirt with a wide belt that had a large Rhinestone buckle. She wore black hose and black T-strap high heels and looked very dressy with long dangling earrings. The younger woman was far more casually dressed in a safari type shirt tied below her breasts and rolled-up shorts. She wore socks and hiking boots which were light tan. She had short cut black hair and a small cameo necklace around her throat. The older woman was a brunette with shoulder length hair tucked up atop her head.
I wrote out my request on two napkins and sauntered over to the bar laying them in plain view of the two women. If all worked out this would be kind of a contest. I sat back down and watched as the older woman fidgeted on her seat uncertain what to do but intrigued by my request.
After a moment I saw her lean forward a bit on the stool, her lips parted open and her eyes focused across the bar on the wall. She rested her hand on her skirt over her thighs. She drew the hem up about an inch just to clear her thighs, then separated her knees about six inches.
Her faced flushed red as a stream of yellow pee began cascading from the lower hem of her skirt that she was sitting on. As I’d requested, she was wetting herself in public while fully dressed. The music had stopped and those nearby turned and watched in stunned delight as she continued to let her piss flow.
Meanwhile the girl in the shorts had also begun to pee, the crotch of her shorts quickly saturated in a dark wet spot as a full stream squirted from her leg opening and out onto the bar floor. When the last drops had hit the floor there was a smattering of applause and some chuckling from the enthralled impromptu audience.
“Holy shit, Chris. I’ve never seen women do something like that before. You must have picked the kinkiest women on earth. Talk about beginner’s luck.”
It wasn’t until some time later that I recounted to Aunt Carol the night out with Uncle Jerry.
“You didn’t think those were simply strange women, did you Chris? Jerry owns that bar. Everyone there was probably one of his old friends or their spouse from his film days. They have a kind of club and get off doing wild things for each other like that. Women don’t just pee themselves in public even if they’re totally drunk, at least not intentionally like that. I’m sure his friends appreciated your imagination though. They’ll be talking about that for years.”
******
It was after two in the morning when we closed the last bar and headed back to the house. As we turned onto the driveway Uncle Jerry pointed up at the light in the front bedroom window.
“Well, it looks like we better find a spot to sack out tonight”, he said as he backed the car out of the driveway heading back onto the street.
“Hey, what are you doing? I’m beat and I want to get to bed. What’s the problem?”
“Don’t argue, Chris. The light in the room means DO NOT DISTURB. It’s a signal that your aunt and I have used for a long time. It’s better if we just try again tomorrow morning.”
“What’s going on? Aunt Carol and Alicia couldn’t have been out shopping this late. It’s almost 3 AM.”
“I suppose I shouldn’t tell you this just yet but there’s no way they could have gone anywhere tonight. The Mercedes has a dead battery and I won’t get to it till tomorrow at the earliest. We’ll go back to my office and just nod off till morning. It’s really for the best, you’ll see. Relax.”
We drove back to his business and I collapsed on the leather sofa while he propped himself in a chair and nodded off.
Sometime later I felt him shaking my arm to wake up. I felt like a used dishrag and had a really stale beer taste in my mouth so I cleaned up a bit in the bathroom before we drove back again to the large house. It was just after 10:30 in the morning when we pulled up again. Uncle Jerry stopped at the curb and explained,
“You go in and see how things went last night while I go over to get the battery. I should be back in an hour or so with breakfast.”
I let myself in the front door and turned toward the living room. The house was silent except for the ticking of the large grandfather clock in the hall. What I saw began to send a shiver of shock down my spine.
Strewn about the furniture were a remarkable assortment of women’s clothes and lingerie. What caught my eyes immediately was the dark plaid jumper that was lying inside out on the sofa. It was Alicia’s school uniform. It sat beside a pair of white girls knee socks, plain nylon bikini panties, and the lace bra she had worn when she arrived. There was also a black lace teddy, and an assortment of nylon stockings including a very suggestive pair of fishnet pantyhose strewn on the floor. There was also a white corset with light blue bows up the front that still had stockings attached to its garter straps. It was if a tornado had hit a lingerie shop.
Further up the stairs was a denim skirt and silk blouse that I recognized from the night before when I had seen Aunt Carol come downstairs before we left. The pantyhose and black mesh panties she had been wearing were a few steps up the staircase. I also noticed there were three wine bottles, all empty, lying on the floor in various positions.
I went into my bedroom to see if Alicia was there but the bed was still made. I did find her cheerleader outfit in a heap at the foot of the bed and the red satin panties that went with it. They were stained and damp across the entire crotch. I nearly tripped on the athletic shoes and bobby socks that were lying on the carpet nearby. As I got down the hall closer to Aunt Carol’s room I was also aware of the very strong scent of woman mixed with cologne and wine.
I pushed open her bedroom door expecting the worst. There, asleep was Aunt Carol, alone and breathing softly. She was nude except for a black patent leather garter belt and black seamed stockings she was wearing and her legs were splayed open giving me a wonderful of her snatch as she lay on her stomach. It seemed brighter red than I had remembered and her labia were like thick flaps that folded like rose petals over the opening below. Her pubic hair was slicked down and looked crusted with copious amounts of her wetness.
My penis stiffened at the sight and I ached to fuck her while she was sleeping but I had yet to locate Alicia. She was not anywhere upstairs but I did find several short ropes and a pair of handcuffs in the back bedroom as well as a velvet ottoman that had wet stains in patches over the top surface. There were also at least a dozen candles on tables and chairs, the small votive type that made the room look almost like a shrine. The smell of burned candles was also strong although none of them were still lit as far as I could tell.
I returned to the downstairs, walked through the kitchen, and then noticed the door to the utility room was closed and bolted which was unusual. I slid back the bolt, opened the door, and found Alicia.
She was lying absolutely nude on the bare vinyl tile, sleeping soundly despite the chill and the hard floor. Her buttocks were facing me and to my shock I saw she had several bruises across her perfect white buttocks that looked like random horizontal stripes. I also noticed that the room smelled heavily of her pussy juices and urine.
As I gently rolled her over I looked at her breasts. Her entire aureoles and nipples were caked with hardened candle wax and bits of wax were in her pubic hair and on her thighs. She even had flakes of wax on her face and long hair which was quite matted and snarled.
As much as I adored her and her attention to personal hygiene she needed a shower badly. As I turned her face to me to wake her I saw her mascara was all over her cheeks as if she had been crying very hard. She opened her eyes and in a cracked, raspy voice said,
“Mmmm… good morning… can I come out now, Mommy?”
She was still half asleep and as she came around she realized it was me and not… Aunt Carol.
“Alicia, are you all right? What the hell happened here last night? What did Aunt Carol do to you?”
Her tear-stained eyes locked on mine and the corners of her mouth turned up a tiny fraction but she refused to answer any of my questions and looked down silently.
“Why won’t you talk to me? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, darling”, Aunt Carol said from the doorway, “she just wants to please me. And that means she is only to speak to me until I say otherwise. Now, my little pet…”, Aunt Carol cooed looking down at Alicia’s tear-stained face. “Why don’t you give me a nice good morning kiss like you did last night?”
With that, Aunt Carol bent over and placed her hands on her thighs as Alicia crawled behind her. Alicia took my aunt’s cheeks in her fingers, spreading them apart. Without hesitating, Alicia, my sweet 19 year old girlfriend, began to tongue Aunt Carol’s dusty pink anus making wet, slurping sounds that had her moaning almost instantly.
“Ohhh… ba..baby. Your tongue feels soooo good on my ass hole. Do you like licking my tight ass hole? Huh? Lick it all over.”
After a few moments my temples were throbbing in synch with my penis trapped in my jeans.
“Now,”, she said lifting Alicia’s face from her backside, “Let me taste you, darling. Come give me a kiss like you did the first-time last night.”
Alicia raised up and the two blond women, one serene and mature, the other innocent and flushed with youthful passion, wrapped themselves in each other’s arms pressing their mouths together and intertwining their tongues in a grinding French embrace.
“We better not get carried away this early”, Aunt Carol said hoarsely, “We really need to get a move on if we’re going to the beach by lunch.”
She had Alicia go into the kitchen and make coffee for us while she sat with me and gave me my next lesson in the ways of women.
“I bet you thought I was a miracle worker when I told you I had gotten Alicia’s mother to let her come down here. Well, her mother, Samantha, was a school friend of mine from high school days.
Samantha was a senior when I was just a freshmen and it was incredibly cool to have a senior pay attention to you. Anyway, she wasn’t always such a straight-laced mom, in high school she was a little… well wild. She had another friend named Patty who could get her folks car and we’d drive around.
I was definitely the cutest of the three of us. Patty had glasses and wore her hair in braids. She was developed more than either Samantha or me. At first, we’d just ride around after school in our uniforms, talking about boys and smoking cigarettes to be cool. We’d roll up the waistband of our school skirts to make the real short and then go into stores where we knew guys were just to tease them.
Samantha like to dare me to do things and one time she dared me to moon this burger place where this guy she liked worked. So, we drove around while I took off my little panties in the back seat, then I rolled down the window and at the appointed moment stuck my bare ass out the window. I made sure my pussy was visible as well which really turned me on. I can still hear the great whistles and howls I got from those guys as we drove past.
When I was done I noticed Samantha was watching me as well as I put my panties back on and was real quiet.
I got invited to Patty’s house with Samantha for a sleep over. I had wanted to feel another girl’s breasts for a long time so when we were getting undressed for bed I started touching Patty’s big knockers. We both got real excited all of a sudden and started pretending to make love like she was the girl and I was the guy, rubbing our panties together at first, and then taking off the panties and really doing it. Samantha was just watching and she started fingering herself eventually coming loud enough that Patty’s mom called out to see what we were doing.
Shortly after that Samantha set up the ultimate dare. She had told some guys from a frat house that they could watch two girls get it on if they paid her a hundred dollars.
She wanted Patty and me to do it in front of about eight guys which turned me on immediately but Patty was too scared. Since Samantha had already taken the money she decided she’d have to do it instead. We got there in our plaid school jumpers, knee socks and saddle shoes, and started dancing around and lifting our skirts, stuff like that. The feeling I got from showing myself and having all those guys watch me was fantastic.
We finally started kissing and stuff, then sucking each other’s nipples and by the end we were on the carpet 69’ing, both of us wet as could be and coming in buckets while these jocks whooped it up around us.
When I talked with Samantha, Alicia’s mother, the other day and we recounted our time together we got so hot that we ended up stripping and getting off together over the phone. She told me afterwards it was the most fun she’d had in years.
We lost contact after high school but… well, it was very sweet. When she agreed to let Alicia come down here, Chris dear, it was because she wanted Alicia to experience some of that same excitement before she gets caught up in all the normal constraints of life.”
“Is Alicia… now… like a lesbian?”, I asked thinking she no longer would want to make love with me.
“God no, you goof. She’s as wild about you as ever but she’s been to emotional places you’re still learning about. I bet you didn’t realize for instance that she really responds to mild pain. Have you ever tried to spank her or pinch her nipples?”
“Not really.”
“Well, she loves it. She took six or seven smacks with my little birch cane last night that would have brought tears to my eyes but she kept asking for more. With her fair skin I didn’t want to bruise badly on her first experience. Did you see the wax on her nipples and thighs? I thought she’d never stop coming when I dripped the candles onto them while holding my big massager between her legs. Pain and pleasure are just a matter of degree for lots of women I’ve known but Alicia really got into it deep for a girl her age.”
Alicia had brought in the coffee and handed us each a cup.
“Well, my darling”, Aunt Carol said to her, “You’re truly magnificent and its time to get back to reality for a while. Say good morning to your lover in a proper way.”
Beaming, Alicia said to me “Good morning my sweet, dearest, sexy, fantastic…”, And smothered me with grateful, passionate kisses.
“Now. I hate to say it Alicia but we really… need a bath. Why don’t we get cleaned up”.
“I’ll say you need a bath”, Uncle Jerry chimed in holding a bag of groceries in one hand and his nose in the other. Alicia stood facing my uncle in the nude for the first time since they’d gotten back from their trip but she made no effort to cover herself, even her vagina.
“I see Carol and you had a real ladies night out last night”, he said looking at the smiling Alicia.
Then he turned her around and saw the fading bruises on her buttocks and thighs.
“Carol, if you treat our guests this way all the time they won’t want to come back,”, he joked as he bent down and gave Alicia a soft kiss on her striped butt. “Look, Mrs. Grubmeyer is due with her ladies this afternoon to clean. I’ll put the battery in the Mercedes and start breakfast and Chris, you can go help your girlfriend and aunt get a bit more presentable. Did you have any plans today? I won’t be able to stay long. I need to drive up to LA and drop off some merchandise.”
“I thought the three of us could go to the beach.”, Aunt Carol suggested.
“That’s fine with me. Alicia and I had a great time there the other day”.
“Well, I think we’ll try another beach that you haven’t been to I’m sure. It’s a little more… liberated… than the beach you were at.”, She said with a small smile.
I went upstairs to the master bath behind Alicia and Aunt Carol. I thought we’d all take a shower together in the large shower stall but it was more complicated than that as I found out.
My aunt’s large home included a European style porcelain bidet. Alicia had been to Europe with her family a couple times so she knew what it was for and seemed unusually eager to refresh herself. She sat down on the bidet and adjusted the upward spray to wash her vagina. It seemed like she was doing a more than adequate job. I was just about to say something but Aunt Carol just tugged my arm and signaled me to be still with her finger.
Alicia started breathing deeper and uttered small moans of mounting pleasure that could only mean she was about to come from the spraying water on her clit.
“Oh… ohhhh… I’m… yesssss… I’m COMMINGGGGG.”
She convulsed in an orgasm that left her quivering and gasping for breath. It seemed her orgasms had intensified and deepened noticeably from her lovemaking with my aunt. Aunt Carol picked her up in her arms and gave her a kiss and a hug calming her for the moment. Then Aunt Carol washed herself while Alicia started the tub.
“I was only eleven the first time I tried a bidet when we were in France. I really wished mom had gotten one for our house. Of course, we still had the water massager. That was almost the same.”, Alicia revealed wistfully.
Both women got in the warm tub and I proceeded to sponge their breasts and backs. Then Alicia stood so I could wash her legs and ass. After using the hand jet to wet her hair I washed first Alicia’s hair and then my aunt’s blond tresses. Both of them looked like wet puppies when I was done.
After toweling them off I got in the still filled tub and washed myself while Alicia brushed out her hair and rolled it in curlers. There was only one blow dryer so Aunt Carol let Alicia go first. Then she took a pair of barber’s clippers from the cabinet and sat on the lid of the toilet with her legs apart.
“I haven’t shaved myself for a couple years but if I’m going to go to a nudist beach I certainly want to be a… nudist.”
She snapped on the clipper and quickly reduced the entire extent of her pubic patch from her belly to her anus to a ball of wet hair on the floor of the bathroom.
After applying shaving gel she carefully removed all trace of stubble and rinsed off. Her vulva were perfectly smooth and white making her inner lips look even more pouty and prominent.
Alicia was excited by the way it made my aunt’s vulva stand out between her thighs. She had always trimmed herself for her bikinis but hadn’t ever taken all her pubic hair off. It hadn’t been that long since it had finally come in, being a very light natural blond. Still, the strange way my aunt’s vulva looked, smooth and bare, on a mature woman, turned her on.
With a little assistance from Aunt Carol, Alicia meticulously shaved her pubic hair as well. Both women were as bald as billiard balls and looking good enough to eat but I resisted the temptation in the interest of getting to the beach before the sun set.
They retired to the bedroom to put on the rest of their makeup and slip into enough clothes to get us to the next stop on my aunt’s exhibitionist tour.