I followed her upstairs and into her room. Like last time, she had decorated it to create a nice atmosphere. She lit a series of tea light candles and put them in round glass bowls; they really did create a nice light, especially when the electric lights were switched off. Then she turned on some music and asked me to sit down on the bed.
Aunt Liz proceeded to dance seductively for me, making my heart beat faster and harder at the sight of her. Her arms stroked her sides and breasts, making me wish it was my hands touching her all over. Then she started stroking herself between her legs, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling while I just sat there, watching. I couldn’t look away. She was so incredibly sexy. That long, red hair flowing down her back when she moved to the music; her pale white skin underneath her see-through nightie…
I sat still, stroking my cock through the fabric of my jeans. I longed to get them off, but Liz kept dancing for what seemed like forever. Then she went even further. She came over to me and sat down. On my lap. Her breasts came right up close, almost touching my face. My breathing became erratic and my heart started pounding as my sexy Aunt Liz gave me a lap dance. When she finally stood back up to finish, I was so hard it was uncomfortable.
“Come.” she whispered as the music ended, waving at me with her finger.
I stood up quickly and practically leaped towards her, but she stopped me in my tracks. Then she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and said:
“I have a plan, remember? Don’t rush it… this is just the first part…”
“W-what’s the second…?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just let me take care of you, all right?”
She started opening my buttons. Slowly. Way too slowly. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, watching her take her time pulling down my pants. She kept stroking my thighs as she went, touching and gently clawing at my skin. It was beginning to feel like torture.
My cock finally bounced free from its cage. I breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of no longer being constrained by those tight jeans. Lizzie smiled at the sight of it.
“Theeere we are… Glad to see you’re getting nice and ready. Now, we’re going to keep going slow here, okay? That way, the build-up will be stronger. And you’ll give me more when you finally release.”
“Uuuh…”
I moaned in frustration. I understood what she was doing. And she was right. A slow build-up would probably have the desired effect of giving me a stronger orgasm when it was finally time. It was just so frustrating, having to wait.
Aunt Liz moved over to the bed. It was pretty tall, so she could just slide onto it and lay down. Then she produced her vibrator and started putting on a show for me.
“You can touch yourself too, Ben… but do it slowly. No rush…”
“Mhm…”
I was getting hornier and hornier from watching her play with herself. The sight of her beautiful figure squirming on the bed… the sounds she made… I just wanted to cum right now. I wanted it so badly, I had to physically take my hands off my cock to refrain from jacking it as fast as I could.
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