A friend's aunt
It all started two weeks ago. I have a friend who lives in another city, and whenever she comes over and we have the opportunity, we meet up. I'm very close to her family. It was a Sunday afternoon, she was getting ready to go back to her work city, and I went to help her pack, and occasionally I went to her grandmother's house where some of her aunts and other family members were staying.
Let's look at the characters in this story: I, a 25-year-old man, 5'9", dad body; Ana, my friend, 24, 5'3", voluptuous curves, blue eyes and black hair, large breasts; and her aunt, Márcia, 52, brown hair, a thin nose, a little taller than Ana. She appears to be an extremely quiet person, even called "elderly" by some family members. She always wears loose dresses, her hair tied back, almost always without makeup, and until then, I had never imagined anything about her.
Ana was leaving in her own car. I said goodbye to her, and in the middle of our conversation, Márcia interrupted and asked if anyone was going near her house. I volunteered because, although I didn't live nearby, I was going to stop at a store almost next door. She accepted. Ana left, and I stayed at her grandmother's house. I grabbed Márcia's things, put them in my car, and she let me go. "For today, I don't have to worry anymore, with a strong man like that to help me." I smiled but ignored her. Here are some important details about Márcia: She's recently divorced, has a troubled relationship, and has had several cheating relationships with her husband. She has two adult children. She's extremely calm. She was wearing red lipstick that day, having attended a family event the night before.
She got into my car, thanked me for the ride, and her first comment was about my red lipstick: "Wow, that lipstick is so good! I put it on last night, had coffee, had lunch, and it still hasn't come off. That's good for kissing." At the time, I blushed, gave an involuntary laugh, and just nodded. But somehow, that sparked a question in me: what was she like behind those long, loose dresses? Little did I know I'd soon find out. We drove to her house—her new home, actually, because she'd moved after the divorce. She asked to park in the garage so it would be easier to unpack. I agreed and went inside. I started taking out my things, and with each item I left inside, she complimented me in some subtle way, but a compliment nonetheless. Until I took the last bag. When I turned around, she was smiling and getting ready to hug me goodbye.
She grabbed my neck, and I leaned in for a friendly kiss on the cheek, but in my confusion over which side to choose, I ended up kissing the corner of her mouth. She smiled and said, "It happens, at least the lipstick didn't rub off." I walked back to my car, about to leave, but I realized I'd left a pan. On the way back to the car, my dick, already imagining what was under that dress, started to get hard, even though I somehow couldn't imagine it. I grabbed the pan and went back. When I returned, she was standing, leaning against the wall, looking at her phone.
When she saw me, she said, "Have you come to kiss me again?" I jokingly replied that I wanted to, but that it was just a forgotten pan. It was a joke, but with a grain of truth, lol. We went to say goodbye again, but this time I decided to make a move. I grabbed her by the waist, I was going to kiss her goodbye, but she already kissed me. And what a kiss, she knew exactly what she was doing.
