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Seeing What I Could See Chaper 7SEEING WHAT I COULD SEE CHAPER 7Yet another story of fantasy based on a shred of fact. A young man’s relationship with his beautiful full-figured middle-aged aunt in the time of the late 1960’s. Based on conversations with this woman late in her life…maybe these adventures could have been true if I had been a little bolder. A nice late winter day found me stopping by “Auntie A’s” on the way home from classes at Junior College. I now had a car, a full-time summer job and had been relieved of taking care of her and “Uncle P’s” lawn. “A” would still call my Mom to have me stop by to do some “chore” now and then which I was only glad to oblige. I was greeted with a hug and told to sit down for a snack. “A” was wearing one of her usual housecoats but something looked different…it appeared she had something else on underneath which was uncommon. We exchanged small talk when she stated..”I have a suprise for you!”What could that be I thought to myself. “Hmmm,” I said. “Finish your snack and you will see,” she answered. Soon she summoned me to her bedroom where what I saw made my jaw drop and my little friend between my legs rustle. “Look what I found “J” you haven’t seen this for awhile have you?” She had dug out the halter top and light denim skirt she wore that day about 6 yrs. ago when I saw for the first time real breasts and a little later in the car when a gust of wind raised her skirt and I saw her big, soft creamy white thighs! That event forever cemented my fascination with the form of full-figured mature ladies…her in particular and many more in general. I couldn’t more than take a glance that day, but today I could stare all I wanted at her invitation!Wow, her breasts were squeezed together so much they almost jumped out of the neck opening! No lift and separate like her bras did. She even twirled around on one foot and made the skirt flare out so I could see those fine legs…her güvenilir bahis big calves jiggled freely as they were not in nylons and no high heels to tighten the muscles. She beckoned me closer and reached her arms around my neck…I instictively placed my hands on her bare midriff and pulled her closer. We exchanged kisses and I couldn’t help but lean down place my face into that world class cleavage presented before me. My nose buried itself into the deep line and my cheeks delighted in feeling her fleshly breasts…I could smell her scent and the slight presence of talcum powder. WOW! She released her hold on my neck and turned around so her back was toward me…my hands immediately cupped her breasts and found her already hard nipples straining to escape their fabric restraints. “You like those little things, don’t you?” she asked. “Oh, I sure do,” I replied. “Well then why don’t you untie the top and and get right to them,” she added.I nervously untied the knot that was to release her mammarial treasure…my hands followed the now free bounty of her 38c’s and pinched the hard nipples between my fingers. “That feels soooo good honey…you’ve really learned a lot about what a woman likes,” she complimented. “I try,” I said. She turned around face to face again and unbuttoned my shirt. “I sure like it now that you dress up a little for college, not those plain T shirts anymore…it lets me have some fun too.” She continued by unbuckling my belt and unfastening my trousers too to gain access to my growing member. She again turned around with her back toward me to have my undo the bottom strap of the halter as I admired her strong shoulders. She backed up to me tight so I felt her butt crack against me as she wiggilled her wide butt across my swollen love rod. “You might as well undo the skirt too,” she ordered. I unzipped and unbuttoned the skirt and helped it pass down over the dramatic flare of her hips. As canlı bahis it fell to the floor she was now totally naked. “Auntie A” was now 55 yrs. old but still was a beautiful woman…nice and soft with a minimum of wrinkles and cellulite on her pale creamy skin. Her face had a few lines, but she was still beautiful when fixed up. I stepped out of my trousers while comtemplating my good fortune of partaking of this beautiful mature woman. As had become customary with our last few afternoon trysts, we embraced for a short while until she would invite me to lie down in bed with her. This day we had time on our side so we lay facing each other and explored each other’s body with our eyes, hands and mouths. “I just love your body’s softness,” I said. “Oh I’m so glad you like this old gal…just enjoy yourself,” she replied. “A” proceeded to draw up her right leg an place it over my left hip. Wow, that thigh flesh felt good as I ran my open hand over its expanse. I worked to the inside of her thigh right near the top where the ultimate in soft squishiness like velvet resides and felt the edge of her pubic bush. “Find something you like?” she asked. “You bet!” I answered. I fiddled around near her pussy lips until she started to breath harder and rolled over onto back which indicated her readiness. Her long stout legs drew up and she took my hand and placed it on her awaiting vaginal area. “Finger me a little while before you stick the big one in.” she requested. I was only too ready to comply…I loved the texture of her hair and the entrance to her slit! I detected her love juices starting to flow as my middle finger explored this divine canal. We both enjoyed that for a few moments and then I removed my finger and brought it to my lips when she stopped my hand and brought my finger to her lips and inserted my digit into her mouth. “I wanted to taste me too,” she said, “this reminds güvenilir bahis me to the time…oh you don’t need to know.” Now that made me wonder if in her past she experienced another woman. With that comment tucked away in my memory, I rose up on my knees and moved in front of her waiting pleasure spot. “A” pulled her legs back a far as she could with ther hands and invited by in. I watched me disappear into her, always a special event and started to move my tool in and out…slowly at first and then more vigorously upon her command. “Gosh, I live for this!” she nearly screamed…”faster, faster!” she pleaded. Only too glad to comply as I loved to watched to her body heave and shake with the rythym of my plunges. Her big soft free breasts gyrated wildly, the nipples swimming in their surrounding flesh, her belly and chest shaking too, the thighs I so much was enthralled with vibrated adding to the show.All this visual and physical contact brought me to feel my balls get ready to release their load…I couldn’t slow it down, I had to let it go! “Oh, here I come ready our not,” I said. “Let it go, you worked hard for it!” she encouraged. I continued to stroke as my jizz flowed into her with several strong spurts. I finally could not support myself any longer and fell into ther arms, feeling a spent has I could remember. We rolled to our sides and embraced as she said,”I just love it when you fuck me, sorry about the words, but really I had forgotten how good this felt until we started this, thank you.” “I can’t explain how good your naked body looks and feels,” I replied. I continued to caress the parts I was so facinated with…thighs, breasts, belly…everthing about this voluptuous woman was so desirable. “It’s so nice to be appreciated again, believe me,” she said. “No one knows about what we are doing, do they?” she asked. “I sure haven’t let anyone know,” I said, “it’s our secret.” “Good, keep it that way,” she admonished.With that we dressed and bid each other good-bye with a passionate embrace and a long kiss. “Don’t be a stranger,” she said. “I haven’t been yet,” was my reply. Driving away with my thoughts of satisfaction, I wondered if a college girl would be this much fun.
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