From silence to saying mouthful, we had made a huge progress. Later on, as I reflected on our conversation, I couldn’t believe I had suggested that my aunt should wear black underwear. It was a bit intimate for us to discuss something as personal as undergarments, panties and bras to be specific, but we had done it. I guess after dealing with her bra for so long, it was only a slight jump to discussing it. In our culture though, that was a big jump. Next day, sure enough, her bra was black. The fact that she had worn it after my suggestion, when in the past her bras were normally red or white, was a significant thing and I had to say something.
“I see you are wearing black today.” Was all I could come up with? “Well, you suggested it. So, how does it look?” She asked boldly as she gave me a view of both front and back.”It looks better than red.” Was all I could come up with, again? She smiled and I felt that a huge wall had been lifted from between us. A wall that not only consisted of the silence and formality that we usually had, but of something else as well, of another barrier. As I was leaving, she said, “I know I am going to feel very embarrassed and even ashamed later, but look.”I turned to look and she had pulled her shalwar down a little to expose her panty. It was a matching panty. I just laughed. She laughed with me.
I tell you, I felt hard all day long. There was an erection between my legs that just wouldn’t go away. I kept thinking of my aunt, of her bra, of her panties, even of her naked breasts as I had the privilege of seeing them once, even though accidentally. I felt special because she took my advice and choose a color that I had suggested. I imagined her thinking of me when she bought those and that made me feel excited. My aunt was thinking of me when she was buying her underwear. Imagine that, my aunt buying underwear because of me, dare I say, for me. She came to my room that afternoon. There was nothing she talked about, only fiddled with my books a little. Then she left quickly. I understood that her presence was the result of that special intimacy that we had shared.
She just wanted to be around me, as I wanted her to be around. I felt good. Next morning, I asked her, “So, what did uncle say about your new color?” There was a faint but naughty smile on my lips. She beamed when she answered, “Oh, I didn’t show it to him.” There was more she almost blurted out but she stopped herself there. Deep down, I felt the power. She didn’t want to show to my uncle what was Between the two of us. I realized the special bond that had been created between us. That bond only became clearer when she came to my room the next afternoon as well. We had become friends, I felt. Having a female friend felt different, in a good sort of way.
A few days later, she told me, “I have a surprise for you.”When I went to her room and finished hooking her up, she turned around and put her hands on her hips. “What do you think?” she asked. I looked at her with amazement on my face. She was wearing a black lace bra. I could see her nipples through the lace, even though they were barely visible because the color of her nipples was dark enough to blend in with the lace. I was speechless. She smiled almost victoriously. She said, “I guess the look on your face says everything.”I stuttered, “Sorry, I don’t know what to say. It looks great.”
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