This happened when I was 18 years old, in my first year of college and at home by chance rather than choice.
A younger cousin of my mother’s was staying with us for a few days. She and my uncle were building a house and she was in town to check on the progress. As we didn’t live very far from the construction site, she was staying with us.
This aunt of mine was really gorgeous. She was not very tall, a little more than 5 feet, with a slim, willowy figure, bob cut hair, cute pouting lips and in her late 30’s. She dressed very well in well-cut business clothes with necklines just low enough to tantalize a teenager’s mind.
I had met her on several occasions, but several years ago, and knew her kids pretty well.
The sleeping arrangement was like this: my parents slept upstairs in their room and my aunt had her pick of whether to sleep in my sister’s old room or the guestroom.
The guestroom was located far from my room, across the dining room, whereas my sister’s was adjacent to mine. She said that she wouldn’t have us bother moving blankets around so she decided to stay in my sister’s room.
The next day was pretty uneventful. By the time I woke up in the morning, she had left and when she came back we spoke only briefly before she retired to her room.
After dinner all of us sat down together to talk. She was talking in her usual, animated manner about the house and what she did all day. I was sitting next to her, smelling her perfume and daydreaming, when she caught hold of my hand.
She looked at me, smiling, and ran her hand up and down my arm telling my parents how big and strong I had become. It was all very embarrassing but I laughed along and said I’d been working out.
That night, like all nights, I was up late exercising with a pair of dumbbells. I usually did this out in the hall since there was more space for the movements. I was in a vest and shorts and even though it was a pretty cold night, I was completely drenched in sweat.
At around 12, I heard my aunt’s door unlock and she stepped out, squinting at the light. She seemed pleasantly surprised to see me.
“Mm,” she remarked in a low voice. “How long have you been working out?”
She was wearing a white nightie and a gown which let me see a lot more cleavage than my overactive imagination could handle.
I was a little flustered, but I replied, “Around 3 months.”
She came close and I could smell that seductive perfume again. She caught hold of my hand again, but this time it was distinctly different…She was pressing it close against the side of her chest and my heart started beating wildly as my muscled forearms pressed the fabric against the softness of her breasts.
“It is really working. I envy your female friends,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
I muttered some reply at which she laughed and said she had to get some water from the refrigerator.
Before I had a moment to gather my thoughts and finally breathe, she motioned at me from the direction of the kitchen.
I put the dumbbells down and walked down the hall.
“I couldn’t find the light switch,” she whispered, making a cute face. “You want to help me out?”
“Sure,” I said and started fumbling around the left wall. I flicked the switch on and handed her a bottle of water from the fridge.
“My Hero!” she said with mock delight and gave me a tight hug.
I pulled away quickly because I was sure she would feel the massive erection that I was getting in my shorts. When I looked at her there was something different in her face: a wild hungry look, her eyes glassy and staring into mine.