Favorite Aunt – Chapter 9A: There be Forest Nymph’s here

He took it and hefted it in his hands and smirked. It looked like any day pack most any school kid would carry their books in only a tad larger. The straps were padded which made a big difference.

Just a walk around the cottage eh? Feels more like we’re heading out on an expedition. He said. She looked at him.

It’s a scout thing. Jean said. He nodded in agreement.

Be prepared. He said grabbing it taking it with him to the bedroom. When he came back out, he had on a yellow ‘T’ shirt and socks. Placing the pack by the door he turned and went into the bathroom to down a couple of pain relievers. His knee was really hurting today and needed some relief. Once done, Ben lay down on the sofa and propped his left leg up on a couple of throw pillows to support his knee joint and put his left arm over his eyes.

Jean came into the living room to see what was the matter. “Ben?”

Hmmm?

Are you feeling alright?

My knee is giving me a bad time today. I’ll be fine in a little while.

Jean came over and knelt beside him and began to gently probe his knee area. He winced when she probed a spot on the outside of the joint and saw it was swollen a bit with a knot. She worked the knot a bit and Ben grimaced. When she put pressure on it and held it, it began to unwind and loosen. To his amazement, the pain had subsided a little and he breathed a sigh. Jean gently massaged his left leg from his toes to his hip careful to avoid his groin to her own disappointment. When she heard his breathing grow slow and steady, she stopped and quietly rose up to head for the bedroom.

While there, she stripped down and closed the door before going to her dresser and retrieving a shoebox from the lower drawer. She lay it on the bed and pulled the lid off revealing a few adult toys, condoms and something called a C-String. She pulled this one out first and placing it over her vulva, went to the full-length mirror on the closet door and admired how erotic it looked. It was shaped like the letter ‘C’, hence the name and covered, albeit just barely, her mound and tiny triangle shaped thatch.

The rest of the ‘C’ shape rounded up and between her butt cheeks with a little triangle shape at the end. The C-string was canary yellow with a sheer panel of yellow lace. If you were up close, you could see her labia through it. This titillated her senses and her nipples began the familiar ache of arousal prior to erecting. She then pulled two breast appliques known as “pasties”. These were supposed to stick on over a woman’s nipples providing just enough coverage to keep the areolas from showing.

Many women with large or distended nipples really couldn’t wear them without a special adhesive. She was no exception. Her nipples stood out nearly three quarter’s of an inch thanks to her Ex. But she didn’t resent them. Especially since Ben loved them this way. She hadn’t told him about how they got so large. She liked the fact that men liked her large nipples. It gave her a sense of power to feed their curiosity and fantasies. With Ben in her life, she wasn’t so inclined to flaunt them for anyone else.

She loved how Ben made love to her breasts as much as he made love to her pussy. She smiled as he popped into her mind’s eye and recalled the many times he would just give her breasts all of his attention for a great deal longer than any man had. She sat down on the edge of the bed slowly squeezing them letting her fingers glide over them and graze her nipples with feather light touches.

She liked the C-string as it produced no panty lines at all. Even the tiniest string panties left some kind of line pattern. Bending over allowed the tip of the tail piece to stick out some and had gotten a few stares on occasion. She pretended not to notice and kept doing what she was doing and the attention gave way to indifference.

She had tried to wear jeans or slacks but this proved much too abrasive and decided it would be a skirt, dress or nothing over it. The pasties were to fulfill a little fantasy she’d dreamed up when she had seduced Ben in the back yard of her place but as yet, hadn’t tried, until now, to work up the courage to actually go through with it. At the time she was too afraid he’d freak out or say ‘no’ to her prancing around in the sweet little nothing she was almost wearing now.

Jean picked up one of the pasties and turned it so she could see which breast it was to fit to. She placed it on her left breast aligning the hole she’d cut out for her nipple to protrude through. She pressed the elongated shape of the pastie to her breast running her fingers around it to make it stick to the side of her breast.

She did the same for the right side and looked in the mirror. The look was erotic to say the least but also beautiful to her eye. The pasties shapes were, together, similar to a strapless bra except that there wasn’t any band between her breasts connecting them or around her back. They looked sleek in a way as the tails wrapped around the sides and pointed back as if connecting in back.

Raising her arms revealed the treat view. They simply looked like an elongated yellow/green tear drop on its side that narrowed around the side just before it reached under her arms. The simplicity of the shape and the faded glitter effect as the color transitioned from yellow around the nipple to a yellow/green color near the edges with a narrow dark green border outlining the whole shape that faded into the lighter yellow/green tip around the sides. The yellow/green color encompassed most of the tail of the shape around the side.

This enhanced the focus on her nipples where her red colored nipples made the pasties look like eyes. The C-string was done in the same color scheme as well. All three pieces had underneath their glossy sealed surface, a touch of glitter for effect, the look was complete. As she turned the glitter caught the light coming through the window and sparkled. Her Forest Nymph Fantasy outfit was almost complete.

A beep from her handy talkie radio shocked her out of her reverie. A voice over the speaker called to her.

Mizz Jean! Are you there? sounded from the radio in a tinny imitation of a woman’s voice with a distinctly Spanish accent.

Damn. Jean muttered. She turned and picked up the radio from the dresser top. “I’m here Petra.” She said speaking into the radio then releasing the transmit button and turning the volume down a couple of notches. She didn’t want to wake Ben even though the door was closed. The radio blipped its “Roger Beep” tone to signify she was done transmitting.

I tried to reach you earlier Mizz Jean. Is everything okay? Petra asked.

I’m fine. I forgot to turn on the radio when I got up this morning is all. Jean said.

Ah. Very good then. I wanted to tell you that a package arrived for you about an hour ago. Petra said. ‘Blip’

Oh! It’s here already? Great! Jean said now seemingly energetic. “I’ll be up to get it in a little while.” ‘blip’

I put it on the kitchen table. I also made a beef casserole for your supper. It’s done and I shut off the oven but left it inside to keep it warmed. ‘blip’

Mmmmmm. That sounds really good Petra. Thank you. Anything else going on up there? ‘blip’

No ma’am. All the rooms are done but the guest room across the hall upstairs from yours. I did not know if you wanted me to tidy it up just yet. ‘blip’.

You can leave it for now. We’ll be back Sunday afternoon. ‘blip’

Okay mizz Jean. Have a good evening. I will see you next week. Goodbye. ‘blip’

Thanks again Petra. Have a good rest of the weekend! ‘blip’

Jean put the radio back in on the dresser and undressed from her fantasy outfit, putting them back in the shoebox. After putting the shoebox in the drawer again, she got dressed and wrote a quick note, sticking it to his shirt. Jean headed for the Puma quietly closing the front door behind her. Once in the old racer, she took off at a slow speed to keep quiet until she was across the field from the cottage. She charged up the off-road trail on the most direct route to the house to retrieve her package and supper.

Once she got to the house and picked up her stuff, she went to the wine cabinet to get a couple bottles of red wine. To her disappointment, she had none and didn’t want white wine tonight. Sighing heavily, she got back into the old racer and headed to the store for more. While out, she had picked up a few more things to bring back to the cottage. After that, she got back to the house to pick up the casserole and finally headed for the cottage.

Ben was alone at the cottage. He heard the sound of distant thunder and went to the front door to see how bad it might get. As he scanned the cloudless sky, he looked around and noticed a woman in the middle of creek. He peered toward her and realized he couldn’t make her out as if she was out of focus.. At first he kept trying to blink his eyes and force them to focus but gave up and stepped out on the front porch figuring he was still a tad sleepy. Rubbing his eyes, he looked out toward her again.

The woman was reaching her left hand, palm down out to him, not for him. She seemed like she was stuck in the middle of the creek and couldn’t move as if the creek had frozen stiff trapping her. Her left hand was in clear focus now the entire time he watched her from the porch. He decided she was in trouble and stepped off the porch instantly arriving on the creek bank. Another sound of thunder rolled across the sky and..he paused. No, not in the sky but felt as if it went through him.

He stepped off the bank into the creek and as he neared, he could make out more details. She had dark red hair and lightly tanned skin and about the same height as Jean. She seemed a little bit of a larger version of Jean. She had a narrow waist that flared into hips about 12″ larger. Just then, he heard someone call out to him from a distance.

He turned his head this way and that trying to find the source. Looking behind him, he saw Jean waving her arms frantically. He called back to her to repeat what she said. She called out again, her arms moving about in a frantic wave toward the woman. He couldn’t hear what she said but her actions told him plenty. A dull sound of thunder rolled across the landscape. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen as he looked up.