The Visit Was My Aunt (Part 2)

The waiting time wasn't passing anxiously as I would have expected, but rather with relaxation and intense arousal. My only small worry was how discreet the access of the call girl to the apartment would be, whether anyone in the apartment building would notice or if anyone would see her coming up.

"Really, how does one recognize a call girl if they encounter one on the street?" I wondered.

Sitting on the couch in the living room of the apartment under the discreet sound of the air conditioner, I continued my fantasies, making assumptions about what the mature lady whose body I would enjoy would be like. My cock was fully erect.

I had decided to remain in my boxers without pants and thus receive Rania, finally liberated from propriety that I didn't think suited the occasion – I was paying her to fuck her and I would wait for her with my cock standing and ready for battle.

So as I sat, and in the peculiar way the human mind sometimes works in moments of high tension, a thought flashed through my mind (but noticeably):
"Imagine if the call girl is Aunt Mary"

The thought, as quickly as it came, left just as quickly, when my other self brought me back to reality, pointing out to me that tonight I would be realizing a fantasy of mine, sex with a 40-year-old, and I should enjoy it as much as possible. "As soon as the girl comes in, I'll grab her ass right away." "I'd love to cum on her face. Would she accept it?" "Does she perhaps have a playful pussy?"

The sound of my phone interrupted my train of thought.

- The girl is downstairs, will you please open for her? the playful voice of the phone operator asked me.
- Thank you, doll.
- Have a good time.

Everything else happened in an indeterminate time. I ran to the intercom, I ran with a pounding heart to open the front door, I watched the illuminated indicator of the elevator showing it was coming up, the door opened… and I found myself in the living room standing opposite Aunt Mary.

Everything had frozen and was spinning around me. I didn't know if what I was experiencing was reality or if I was starring in a movie with the subject of my sexual fantasies.

Mary skillfully hid a fleeting surprise that she initially seemed to have and remained standing looking at me with a look of approval along with an ambiguously provocative smile.

- You're always happy to see me, my boy! she said with her eyes fixed on my swollen boxers.
-…………….. (I had swallowed my tongue)

She was wearing a full-length summer red dress quite above the knee, those sandals with transparent ankle straps and the toes of her well-kept feet with nails in a bright red color.

- You allow me to sit, of course! she continued and sat down, granting me another one of her wonderful leg-crossings – the ones that drove me wild.

The dress had ridden up and above her sun-kissed thigh the black line from her g-string was visible.

- What's wrong, won't you talk? She was looking me in the eyes.
- I don't know what and if I should say… I stammered.

She took a slimline from her bag and lit it with the excess self-confidence that this type of woman usually has.

- Ha..ha, well don't just stand there, come here next to me, isn't that why you brought me here?

She tapped with the bottom of her palm the spot next to her on the couch. Without a second thought, I went and pressed my body next to hers, waiting for her next move. She leaned down and brought her mouth to my ear, whispering:

- The aunt slut and the nephew slutty boy. Sounds interesting!

Almost simultaneously, she passed her hand over my boxers and with determination grabbed my cock.

- I think that's much better… things are clearer between us this way.

With impatience, I passed one hand to her side towards her back at first and went downwards towards her buttocks. With the other, I caressed her neck, trying to lower the strap of her dress.

- Better, how do you mean?

Her experienced fingers were lifting my T-shirt, leaving me half-naked and ready to explode with lust.

- I mean it's preferable for you to 'take' me as a slut, rather than coming to my house and staining my underwear and pantyhose with your wonderful cum, my horny boy.
- So… so you had realized?

I had climbed on top of her and was kissing passionately and licking the entire part of her body from her neck down to the tan lines on the upper part of her chest. The dress had come down to her waist and the bra had opened, leaving her ample breasts exactly within breathing distance of my tongue.

- Yes, my boy, and I was particularly flattered when I realized you were checking me out. Besides, that's my job. But I want your seed, I want to feel it both on me and inside me.

With frenzy, I sucked on one nipple, which hardened almost immediately, and then I headed to suck the next one, licking the intermediate 'territory'. Simultaneously, I felt her fingers embracing my proud spear, and then I also heard her breath becoming slower and heavier.

(…to be continued…)