“Mmm… Hey, aunty!” I mumbled when I felt someone touching my dick and opened my eyes to see Aunt Sheen bent over my cock and licking it lovingly.
“Mwah!” Aunt Sheen kissed the head of my young white cock hard. “Hello, baby! It’s almost evening, do you wish to get out of bed?” She asked sweetly while softly stroking my gradually-hardening cock with her fingertips.
“Yeah. I think I’ve had my rest, aunty.” I replied before I sat up. “Mmm…” I moaned when I felt my aunty squeeze my semi-erect cock hard once. She let go of my cock and stood up fast.
That’s when I noticed that she was wearing one of her loose, black-colored Burqa (a loose, coat-like garment that Muslim women wear over their regular clothes when they go out of the house) with a dark colored scarf wrapped loosely around her head.
“Come on then. Go get fresh. We’ll have coffee on the terrace, son.” Sheen Aunty smiled wide and patted my cheek before walking out of the living room.
I got off of the couch I was napping on and walked to the bathroom. I was feeling wide awake once I splashed cold water on my face. I looked at myself in the wide bathroom mirror and smiled wide. I was smiling because I was recalling everything that happened yesterday and today in the morning. I remembered thinking how apprehensive I was yesterday about trying out BDSM. Now look at you, I thought. You are smiling with glee now that you’ve found you like being dominant. Plus, the eagerness and excitement of Aunty Sheen had also emboldened me since yesterday. Just thinking about it was starting to make me hard again.
I shook my head and grinned before I stepped out of the bathroom. I walked into Aunt Sheen’s bedroom and found my shorts and Tee folded and neatly placed on her bed. I smiled again at aunt’s willingness to make things such extremely comfortable for me.
I felt energized as I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time and stopped at the doorway to the terrace on top of the stairs. It was slightly ajar instead of being locked from inside, as aunty usually kept the door locked when no one needed to go on the terrace.
“There you are! Come here, sweetheart.” Aunt Sheen extended her hand and called to me.
“I see you’ve been up from quite some time, huh?” I responded when I noticed Aunt Sheen had laid a comfortable carpet near the door. The terrace was immense, at least 1,500 sq ft with 3-feet high parapet walls running all along its boundary.
Aunt Sheen had laid out the carpet at the west wall of the terrace, facing away from the setting sun. Strangely, the weather was pleasant at this time as there was a soft, cool breeze blowing with the setting sun casting lovely lush colors on the sparse clouds in the sky above. The carpet had a tray kept in the middle, with a thermos of coffee and two huge coffee mugs. Also placed along the coffee was my packet of cigarettes and the lighter as well as the ash-tray from the stairs.
Aunt Sheen sat on the left side, with her back to the warm parapet wall and her shapely legs stretched out before her. She signaled me to sit to the right with a smile. I took a seat a couple of feet away from her, and sat with my back also resting against the wall.
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