“LET’S TAKE A BREAK,” he yells in her ear as he unwraps his arms from around her. She does the same and when she backs up, her dress is askew and her left tit is almost completely exposed. Chris sucks in his breath as he stares at her large, dark areola with its thick, erect nipple perched on the tip of her mouthwatering breast. Sally sees his expression and looks down at herself. Looking back up at him, she makes no move to cover herself. Instead she shifts her gaze from his face to his cock and back, before slowly and deliberately, pulling her dress completely away from her tit giving him an even better view of her nipple and areola. Pulling her dress back into position, she smoothes it over her tit, running her hand over her aroused nipple as she stares into his eyes. Smiling, she takes his hand and leads him off the dance floor.
They almost guzzle their drinks and Chris suggests they call it a night. She leads the way off the dance floor, keeping her ass tightly against his crotch as they weave their way through the crowd of bodies to the door.
“That was fun,” she says, settling into her seat and turning to him. “Thank you for taking an old lady dancing while you’re still single,” she says, reminding him that he only has a couple more days to enjoy his freedom. “I haven’t done that in years!” Then adds, under her breath. “One of several things I haven’t done in years.”
“No! Thank you, Aunt Sally,” Chris stammers. “I… uh… I… don’t really know what to say, except thank you.” Chris is driving cautiously and his eyes keep straying to Sally’s cleavage and her hard nipples poking out the front of her dress like bullets.
“Well you can start by dropping the Aunt part,” Sally says. “I think we’ve progressed to just Sally, haven’t we?” she says teasingly. “Unless the idea of me being your Aunt is part of the equation,” she adds, placing her hand on his thigh, much the same way Sylvia had done earlier.
“No,” Chris says, catching his breath. “Sally, it is.”
“Good,” she says, rubbing her hand up and down his thigh. “You know, Chris, I try to be a good aunt. I don’t have any kids of my own, so I focus all of my attention on my niece and nephew. Whatever problems they have, I try to be there for them.”
“I know, Aunt Sal… I mean Sally,” Chris says. “Sylvia talks about you all the time. She worships the ground you walk on. She thinks you’re the best. We both do!”he says, eying the curvature of her breasts and her taut nipples.
“Well I don’t know if I deserve that much admiration, but I certainly try,” she says, raking her nails up and down the inside of his jean-covered thigh as she continues. “What I’m saying is, that now that you’re family, you’re included in that, too,” she says, scraping her nails farther up his thigh, until her palm is almost touching his crotch. “Any problem you have, no matter how hard,” she says, pressing her palm against his hard cock for emphasis. “I’m here for you. You understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes. I uh… understand.” Chris nearly chokes, while his cock responds to the pressure from Aunt Sally’s hand. Holly shit! She just invited him to fuck her. He’s sure now, that last night was no accident. She wanted him to see her. She wanted to know if he was interested. Casually he takes his right hand off the steering wheel and rests it on her upper thigh, giving it a little squeeze. She responds by spreading her legs a little, allowing her dress to ride up and expose more of her shapely legs. Her hand has now progressed to dragging her fingernails up and down along his hard shaft and occasionally squeezing his cock.