Aunt Catherine

I don’t think either of us knew what to do then – we were both busted in a fashion, but me much moreso!

At that point, I realized that he was looking at my legs, and that led me to realize that my shift hem was up around my belly! I squirmed around, managing to lower it to mid-thigh, then scrambled up and fled the scene, leaving him to any cleaning up he needed to do – I was not about to worry about tables and nick-nacks at that point. Getting back to the kitchen, I wheezed a sigh of relief that at least I was not still naked on the floor with something broken. Then, naked? I knew I was panty-less underneath the shift and could guess how much I’d revealed to him while I was sprawled – oh, no! Adding embarrassment to embarrassment, how could I face him? My mind raced through options as I fiddled my way through making coffee and tossing some bread in for toast.

Steve:

Still on my knee, I watched her run toward the kitchen. I wondered how long I’d zoned out looking at her lovely body and considering the situation. Then I realized I was still pretty erect, since the whole episode, from my verbal invitation to her crashing to my kneeling to her running down the hall had likely taken maybe a minute at most, and my crank had apparently maintained its interest throughout that. With that realization, I knew that in my kneeling position, I was pointing straight at her, and I wondered what all that meant – maybe she thought I was “presenting” myself to her, while I was just kneeling to see if she was ok. If I thought I was going to be evicted earlier, I figured I’d really crossed a line now and might as well start packing.

Majorly bummed, I went back to grab some loose gym shorts and a t-shirt and made my way to the kitchen to face my fate.

Catherine was seated at the table, coffee and toast in front of her, and more of the same in front of an empty chair across from her. Thankfully, there was butter and jam as well, which gave me something to do as I sat down, buttered up, and waited.

“Steve, I think we need to talk,” she said. I was mildly surprised she said ‘we,’ rather than just ‘get the hell out.’

“Catherine, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what to say…” I started.

“No, I’m the one who should be apologizing, Steve. I have been taking advantage, and what I thought was innocent fantasizing got the best of me.”

“Fantasizing?” I said, trying to absorb that an eviction didn’t seem to be her top priority.

“Yes. When I woke you last Saturday – that day you had your class canceled? – I opened your door, and you weren’t under the sheets. You were naked, the sheets had been kicked off, and you were, uh, erect. I covered you up before waking you, but I have to admit that, between the long time since I’ve had any relationship and your obviously attractive body and, er, well, your erection – with all that, I should have just exited, but I looked, and then I started fantasizing. About you.”

“Really? Well, I… ” I started, but she cut me off.

“No, let me get all of this out, then you can answer, ok? This is hard on me, and I just want to finish.”

I nodded.

“So, then I started peeking in at your door when I thought you’d be about to wake up, and apparently you do kick those sheets off every night, and every morning you wake up with an erection, and I took advantage of learning that, and I just watched, and watched. Today, you were dreaming, and your hand was on your, ah, penis, and I was outside in the hall watching, and then I guess you woke up and realized I was there, and you said whatever, and when I turned to duck back down the hall, I crashed over that damned table, and then you know what happened, and when I looked up, all I could see with you kneeling there was your erection right in front of me, and I wanted to… do things, but I knew I had no business even thinking that, so I ran back here.”

She paused and took a deep sigh, seemingly relieved to have spilled those beans.

“Now that I’ve said it, I assure you I won’t do that again,” she continued. “I’ll mind my own business and leave you alone. The last thing you need when you’re working so hard and one your way to that job next year I’ll bet, is for your old landlady to be lusting after you and messing up your whole private life.

I couldn’t believe this turn of events. My own fantasies were coming true, and she was the one apologizing for having a dirty mind?!

I sat still for a moment, and realized that yet again, she had gotten me starting to get hard, just taking all that in.

Seizing the opportunity, I took the gamble and stood up, walking around the table to stand 90 degrees to where she sat, so close my shorts were almost touching her shoulder, my tented shorts signaling an obvious condition.

“You were fantasizing about this?” I said, nudging it more obviously against she shoulder, feeling it surge more.

She had been staring, frozen it seemed, straight ahead when I’d gotten up, and now slowly turned to see what I was presenting. My cock was, for the second time that day, in front of her face and hard, but this time shielded by the shorts. I watched her lips part just a bit as she gazed at it.

“I said I wouldn’t bite, and to come on in. Don’t you realize I’ve been hot for you ever since I moved in, that you’re a gorgeous woman, and that I’ve been erect all those mornings since that first one because of you, just hoping you’d see me? Just hoping we could do more?”

She stayed silent, but continued to stare at my bulge.

“Go ahead, touch it… please,” I said.

She reached up tentatively and pressed her palm, lightly, on the outline. A quiet “oh,” escaped her lips. I pressed myself against her hand a bit more. She took the invitation, her fingers now tracing the outline of it, and then finally curling against it, holding it. I was enraptured by the light touch, quivering, realizing I’d need to work to stay in control and not just ejaculate my pent-up desire-come-true.

She seemed still in a trance, and so figuring it was up to me to keep taking the initiative, I took a step back, pulled my t-shirt off, and then bent to pull down my shorts, standing back up naked, erect, pointing at her, my clothes pooled at my feet.

“I’ve wanted you to look. I’ve wanted to be naked for you and for you to see how much I desire you,” I said. “And I’ve wanted to see you. I will always appreciate that table you knocked over, for giving me that opportunity. Your shift is wonderful, and it teases me with your body underneath. Falling down let me see the most wonderful part of you, and I want to see that again, and to make love to you. Will you show me? Will you let me?”

Never taking her eyes off my staff, she said quietly, “my room.” Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen. I followed, naturally, and nakedly.

She stopped at the foot of her bed and turned to face me. The shift confirmed her nipples were still hard. Without further words, she pulled the shift over her head, then holding it in front of her for a moment, maybe of indecision, maybe to entice, she let it drop. She was indeed gorgeous. Her breasts weren’t large, but weren’t small, and had the desirable heft of a woman, not more. Her breathing was somewhat labored, which gave the breasts a rise and fall that only accentuated their beauty and heightened my desire for her. Her blush was distinct, going from cheeks all the way down to her chest, pinkened between the white globes, highlighted by the whiteness of her complexion otherwise. I drank in her beauty, wanting to memorize every pore, never wanting to let this fade. Her pussy was behind the curls, the curls light brown, the gap a faint shadow beyond, the thighs together, her hips not bloated but generous.

I stood, likely looking silly, my cock waving in the air. I was mesmerized by the sight of her, by my sudden turn of fortune. I wanted to seduce her, but I wasn’t sure who was seducing whom, and didn’t care about the power but didn’t want to blow it, whether she wanted to lead or follow. Wanting to show her my desire, I kegel-pumped my dick, and was gratified to see her shift her gaze from my eyes to it, and to give just a hint of a smile.

“May I?” I said, closing the distance between us. She didn’t move as I wrapped one arm around her waist, the other hand lifting to caress her breast, eliciting a faint whimper. Her nipple was already hard, maybe harder even than my cock that was by then pressed into her belly. Finally, I kissed her, finding her lips and opening to my intruding tongue, then finding her tongue eager to duel with mine inside her mouth. I curled behind her teeth and pulled her to me, and she stroked it with her tongue. For a moment we were immersed in just those tongues, nothing else in our worlds.

I figured to take that lead unless she made a distinct move otherwise, so took her hand and led her back to the side of the bed. Putting my hands on her ribs, I lowered her to sit on the bed, right on the edge, then I knelt on the floor and slowly lifted one leg across my shoulder, then the other. It was obvious where I was going with this, and it definitely wasn’t rushing toward intercourse. My upper torso provided a block that both kept her from falling onto the floor and gave me the most access that I could manage.

I kissed each inner knee in turn, then worked my way up, alternating, closing the distance to the center of her responses. I never took my eyes off her face, and she in turn watched my progress, her mouth slackened, the breaths coming through it. Getting close, I paused maybe six inches from my tongue tasting her pussy, and used my fingers to separate her lips. I took a good look at the already-shiny flesh, recognizing the lubrication that was present and inhaling her faint, all woman scent. She leaned back a bit, straight-arms-supported, still watching me, then as my mouth found my target, I gave a slow lick from base to top, parting the lips, and hearing her whimper, watching her then lie back and yield to the sensations.