‘There. Are you more comfortable now? Your breasts are…, let’s toast.’
He handed me my flask and encouraged me to sniff the flask as he did. The aroma of the heated liqueur was intoxicating on its own.
‘To tonight, a night that neither one of us will forget nor regret.’
We clinked glasses and drank. It was so smooth and tasty. I drank every bit.
He relished the drink with several sips. When he finished, he looked at me with those piercing blue eyes.
‘Aunt Laura, I have been thinking that this might not be a good idea. I am extremely attracted to you and want you badly, but…’
When I heard the, ‘but’ my mind started racing. No, no, no we can’t stop now. I am craving him. I need him so bad. We are so close…
‘I don’t think it is a good idea to have sex on the couch.’
‘You ass! You had me going! I don’t care where we have sex. We can do it on the floor, in the bed, on the kitchen table, in your car, in your jet — I don’t care.’
He was laughing. And then I started laughing too. He moved in closer. He put one hand on my face, stared into my eyes and moved in to kiss me. Clearly not an aunt nephew kiss, a passionate kiss. It was a foreign feeling; Robert and I never kiss like that. I have heard other female say they were melting when someone kissed them — I was melting.
We danced with each other’s tongues. I sucked on his tongue as clue for what I had in mind. He put a hand on my breast, gently, carefully squeezing it, then resting his thumb on my hard nipple. He moved his thumb around and around it, flicking the hardness in a pattern.
Waves of excitement were streaking through me. He moved to the other breast, but this time he put his tongue on the nipple moving around in circles, then placing his lips down to gently suck on it. With the other hand he was tweaking and twisting the nipple.
I didn’t want him to stop. I placed my hands behind his head to signal my request. He looked up at me, as to say, don’t restrict me. I then gently ran my fingers through his shock of blonde hair getting the message.
He moved back to kissing me. God, I loved the way he kissed. He deftly pulled my jacket lapels back. I sat up so that he could peel the jacket down and off behind me. Now naked from the skirt up, Jamie took a second to admire my huge breasts contrasted by my taught, muscled stomach – trained to take hard boxing punches.
‘My, my what a combination of beautiful breasts and trim stomach. I think I might even get hard at some point.’
This time I had to laugh; he was so funny it was endearing to me. I had to come back.
‘Maybe to about 4 inches?’
‘Touché’ ‘
He shifted back to a sitting position. He asked in a nice way, ‘Could you stand up in front of me please?’
I complied. He asked me to move in a little closer. He undid the clasp in the back of my skirt and pulled down the zipper. He caressed my hips finally resting at the top to pull the skirt down to the floor. He soaked in the black lace that barely covered me. The strings wrapping around my hips ran to a single string running through my pussy to the black lace.