FANTASY 3
Sometimes my husband and I share the occasional fantasy with each other, usually last thing at night in bed before we’re both about to go to sleep.
One of mine takes me back to when I was a teenager in the final term of school. It concerns an aunt of mine, a really elegant lady. She is tall and feminine and wears beautiful clothes, and she seems so worldly even though she is only thirty-five, she seems to know absolutely everything and I always seek her advice about things. I also have such a crush on her that I literally ache just thinking about her. She is the physical manifestation of all that I think a woman should be, in terms of elegance, style and sophistication. She is willowy, just like a top fashion model and her make-up is always perfect. She is a beautician at Boots.
I go over to my aunt and uncle's house sometimes, mainly weekends. It's become a bit of a regular thing. My aunt and I go shopping Saturday afternoon while my uncle goes off to watch football. It's generally window-shopping, but sometimes my aunt treats me to a little something. We get along so well and I can talk to her about girlie-stuff that I can’t with my own mum. My mum's worried about me being a nuisance but I know my aunt enjoys my company and the fact that we can have 'girlie' talk and that I'm so into lady's fashions puts us sort of on the same wavelength.
One Saturday morning I go and visit my aunt and when I get there she informs me that my uncle will be staying away that night as the team he supports have an away match in the north of England. I have the feeling that she may be hinting at something.
We have a thoroughly enjoyable time around the shops, morning coffee, nice lunch in a quality restaurant, and a real good ‘spend-up’ in the stores. My aunt treats herself to an evening gown and some very sexy underwear. But she doesn't forget me. In fact she spoils me something rotten on this particular Saturday, buying me a complete new set of clothes, some sexy underwear, and some expensive perfume. It makes me feel special and I get the feeling she's, in an indirect way, trying to seduce me, which she is – and damned well succeeding too!
She helps me try various items of clothing on, saying how nice I look and other nice complimentary things. It really is a pleasure going out shopping with someone who has a sense of style, who can give you advice about what suits you and what to wear. She also allows me to help her try things on in the store. It's quite intimate in those little changing rooms with the flimsy little curtain the only protection from prying eyes, and I become sort of aroused as I help her off with her clothes and on with the new stuff.
Her gown really looks great on her and hangs superbly. She has such a lovely figure. Everything she puts on seems to fit perfectly. She makes me feel so frumpy, but not intentionally.
Whenever our bottoms accidently bump into each other I feel a kind of thrill, a physical feeling that I don’t really understand because I’m young and naive. Now and again she gives me a hug which makes me blush and my heart race.
When we get back to her house she asks me whether I would like to stay the night and she would run me back home in her car in the morning. I agree and then she gets me to phone my mum and let her know what’s happening. Although I’m actually too young to drink alcohol she lets me have a glass of wine during the evening while we spend some time trying on our new clothes and making up. She offers to do my hair, make my face up and help to me look nice.
When I next look in the mirror I’m astounded to think the person looking back from it is actually me. The ugly duckling has blossomed! She asks me if she can take some pictures of me because I look so beautiful and grown-up. I feel myself blushing but agree anyway because I’m flattered.. She gets me to pose in the bedroom, doing a couple of just head and shoulders, and then asking me to spread out on her gorgeous white bedspread, showing a bit of leg and then loosening my top to show some cleavage. She makes me feel like a beauty queen. Then she says, how about something more daring? Because of the wine I say okay, what has she in mind?
She says what about some nice pictures of me in my underwear? I’m a bit shy at first but eventually agree to it after a few more compliments from Julia. She has this way of boosting my ego. I strip down to my bra and panties, stockings and suspenders, the set she had bought for me that afternoon. She begins snapping away while I assume various poses, some of them quite naughty, becoming ever more daring with each new position adopted and ever more excited. I’m in a nice relaxed mood and fell a bit like a porn star and enjoying it. I can feel myself getting wet and wonder if it will show through my panties. I even feel confident enough to give her a couple of ‘legs-akimbo’ shots which she likes and compliments me on.
Julia remarks how hot it’s getting in the bedroom and puts down the camera and starts to take her own top off. I can’t resist the sight of her undressing and I go over to her and we embrace and kiss. At first it’s just a little kiss on the lips. But then I feel her tongue come out. I open my mouth for her and it wriggles and darts inside like a little fish. I love her soft fragrant skin and she begins kissing my shoulders and between my breasts. I still have my underwear on and she unhooks my bra and takes it off. Then I turn around in her arms so that my back is to her. I can feel the warm, softness of her breasts on my back. I catch hold of her hands and place them on my own breasts. She rolls them gently, squeezing my nipples between her fingers as she does so. I hear her sigh inwardly and her head rests against my shoulder. She kisses around my neck, caressing my breasts and fiddling with my nipples until they become engorged and elongated.
We fall together in a heap on the bed - hot, randy, perspiring and panting. We kiss deeply, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues, and our bodies with our hands. We bring each other to a fever pitch, before Julia finally goes down on me and gives me my very first proper orgasm. What an event! It literally makes me cry with joy.
After resting in each other’s arms for a few moments we head to the bathroom to refresh ourselves. But first there’s just one thing I must do. I get Julia to sit on the side of the bath and spread her legs while I kneel between them. I have always tried to imagine what another girl or woman would taste and smell like, but I have only myself for reference, having enjoyed the taste of my own juices and the smell. But I can only imagine it would be absolute heaven to go down on my aunt and lick her out.
After I bring her to a shuddering climax, which has her crying out in ecstasy, we shower again, Julia rubbing aromatherapy oils into my skin and me doing the same to her.