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When I turned seventeen I was sent out into the country to do yard work and house renovations for my aunt Miranda whose husband had been killed in a tragic car accident the previous winter.
When I arrived there I noticed that quite a few things needed to be worked on, not to mention the large garden she had that she needed help with weeding and cultivating. It was a large property she owned, but she wanted to hold on to it which was easy to I understand because it was so beautiful out there.
There was a calm, deep river that ran through the property that you could swim from that was large enough to canoe or fish on if you had a boat. Out back of the house was a swing that was tied to an old oak tree and both the tree and the swing were very sturdy as I found out when I tested it on my first day out there.
Miranda was an aunt I had not seen in many years and my heart beat faster when I first set eyes on her. She was in her early thirties at the time. Her long naturally curly chestnut hair, hung down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a sparkling hazel color, and her body was lithe, with lovely long legs and a tight bottom that accentuated itself when she wore her tight cutoff jeans as she often did during the hot afternoon hours.
Despite her slender body, she had full firm breasts that pressed up tight against her shirt, making my manhood thicken whenever I thought too much about how they must look naked, and what her nipples would feel like rolling about between my lips with me slowly sucking on them.
My imagination was all I had to go by as at this time I was still very much a virgin. Miranda's smile was a joy to behold, yet her full lips and sensuous mouth caused my mind to wander to other places that were inappropriate, but at night, alone in bed, I felt it impossible not to fantasize about how it would feel to french kiss her, or have my stiff cock cradled between her lush lips with her mouth sliding up and down on it.
The first few days were a little uncomfortable. I was shy around her, and I knew she must have picked up on this. I was hoping that she had not figured out that it was her beauty that made me tremble in her presence. When she stood close to me I often stammered like an idiot as she tried to make conversation, but after some time I began to manage to get it under control a little better, and our conversations became closer to what people could call normal.
All in all, I liked her very much, and I could tell that she was rather fond of me as well.
At supper I asked her on my 4th day there why she had no boyfriends, being as beautiful as she was. She said simply that she was not interested in any serious relationships at the moment as she simply didn't feel ready for one.
Our bedrooms were located on the second floor of the old house we lived in. The bathroom was at the top of the hall. Next came my bedroom, and farthest down the hall was Miranda's room.
My curiosity to see into her private bedroom became too strong, and one day, when I had to go to the washroom, while she was still outside tending to the garden, I crept up the hall and peered into her bedroom when the door was left open.
I could immediately smell the womanly scents that emminated from her room, and I could see the silky lingerie that hung from her bedposts.
She had a large antique vanity that stood at the foot of her bed on top of which were an assortment of body oils and lotions, along with her cosmetics, that I thought she needed very little of, as her beauty was so natural.
Her room was full of antique furniture, but one piece that really caught my eye was a rather large wooden horse that looked to have been taken from some old merry-go-round. It had been mounted on large springs rising up from the sturdy stand it had been placed on and I wondered, apart from the obvious beauty of the piece, what it might be used for, and why it was located where it was in the house, even though it did fit elegantly in her room.
That night I tossed and turned in my bed more than usual. I could not get Miranda's image out of my mind or the excitement I had felt at sneaking into her room for the first time. After tossing and turning for several hours, I eventually felt the urge to visit the bathroom and so I quietly slipped open my door and started down the carpeted hallway. Immediately I noticed the faint light that was coming from her bedroom. I also noticed how her bedroom door was open a crack.
It must have been about three A.M at the time, and she was no doubt assuming that I was sound asleep. It was a very hot night and as the house had no air conditioning, she had perhaps opened her door a little to allow the still air, to escape her room and out into the hall.
There was something about seeing her light on that set my body tingling with anticipation. What was she doing up at such an hour?
I went down on my knees and slowly crept toward her partially opened door. I could hear a steady creaking noise as I got closer that peaked my curiosity even further. I soon reached the foot of her bedroom door.
When I looked in, I could not see directly into her room, but reflected in the mirror of her vanity, I could see that Miranda was up on the old rocking horse with her nightie hiked up above her waist so that her full naked bottom, which projected out beyond the confines of the small saddle, was clearly visible sliding back and fourth on the wooden horse. She bounced up and down slowly and rhythmically, with the heavy springs below allowing her to ride almost silently at the pace she has chosen.
My heart was pounding. I could hear her breathing rapidly and I realized all too clearly, that she was masturbating by rubbing her wet cunt back and fourth on the saddle and pressing her clitoris into the saddlehorn as she bumped her upper private parts on and off of it with her movements.
A moan escaped her lips, and as she threw her head back in the throws of her orgasm her long hair swung back and fourth on her back as her contorted face became visible in the mirror along with the image of her full breasts that were visible through the all but transparent negligee she was wearing.
Miranda suddenly rocked harder and faster, making the springs creak as she bounced up and down riding faster and faster ,until at last she moaned an almost painful sound, and collapsed down along the neck of the old wooden horse, exhausted.
My mind was dizzy with excitement and my cock was rock hard and projecting out stiff from the top of my pajama bottoms.
I was suddenly afraid that she might catch me, and so I quietly back-tracked to my bedroom where I lay on my bed and began masturbating wildly to the images of what I had just seen that were still playing in my mind.
All that night I could not get the images of what I had seen out of my head. To make things worse, I kept imagining that I could hear the creaking of the old wooden horse coming from her bedroom at intervals throughout the night and early morning hours which was driving me crazy, because I could not be entirely sure that the sounds were real, or just a figment of my inflamed imagination.
Finally, I drifted off into a restless sleep, only to awaken at about ten the following morning. Breakfast was already on the table when I made it down the stairs apologizing to Miranda for sleeping in as I had, but she replied that she had risen late as well, so I needen't bother to worry about sleeping in a little later than usual.
It was then that I noticed the thin silk sleeping attire that she was wearing. It was not as thin as the transparent negligee I had seen her in the night before, but even so, it did little to hide the form and womanly perfection of her body beneath.
As I sat at the breakfast table, my cock was already hardening, in spite of all the exercise I had given it the night before.When she went to the stove to get my eggs from the frying pan, she stood directly before the kitchen window, and the light from it penetrated the silken material on her body allowing me to see right through it.
Her plump nipples were clearly visible atop her firm breasts, which pushed up hard against the thin material. Down below, I could detect a tuft of pubic hair just below her belly which did not continue down to cover her genitals. I strained to see the lips of her cunt where they protruded outward, but she turned quickly toward me moving away from the window light with my breakfast plate in hand.
Did she know that it was possible to see through her negligee when she stood in the light like that? I assumed she didn't, and I hoped she didn't notice the look of excitement and confusion on my face either.
"I was thinking we might go for a swim and take in a little down time today," she said. "We've been working pretty hard since you got here, and things are getting under control." She reached across the table touching my hand tenderly. "Thank you so much for all your help Clay. I don't know how I could have managed without you. We'll take the day off. You'd like that wouldn't you? We can just swim in the river out back and suntan. I just need to go into town for a bit to pick up some groceries and things. Is that a plan?"
I nodded my agreement, and after the dishes were done she jumped in her truck and was off for town leaving me alone at the house. I knew I had promised to water her garden, but the minute she was headed down the road I was on my way up the stairs and headed for her bedroom. My mind was alive with excitement at the prospect of sneaking a look at all her most intimate undergarments.
By the time I reached the enterance to her room my belt was unbuckled, and I slid my jeans off, the better to allow my stiff member the freedom it was demanding. I carefully began sliding open her dresser drawers until, at the bottom, I found where she kept her brassiers and panties.
I began with her panties, selecting the silkiest and most transparent ones, and rubbing my stiffness in the slippery material while reliving the image of her on the rocking horse from the night before.
I was close to coming into my favorite pair of panties only minutes after beginning my examination of her intimates. but I forced myself to hold off as I had so much exploring left to do.
I removed a black brassiere, examining the label which told me that her breast size was a thirty-six B. I smelt her bras and panties hoping to inhale her scent.
At the bottom of her drawer I came across something that peaked my curiosity. There were two silver balls lying together there, and I picked them up studying them and feeling the weight of them. Unsure of what they were for, I placed them back where they had been, and taking the panties I held in my hand I took them back to my bedroom, hiding them under the mattress so that I could use them to rub myself in at nifgt time when I was in my bed alone thinking of Miranda. I was also hoping that I could sneak them into the wash somehow without her noticing how they had gone missing.
The final thought that was on my mind was whether or not I would be able to resist the urge to sneak down the hall at night and see what I had seen the night before, and I prayed that she would always keep her door open a little as she had last night. Between all the memories I had of what I had seen, and the excitement of seeing right through her negligee for theat moment when she stood before the window, I was already as horny as could be, but I knew I had better get on with my garden chores before she got back or she might begin to suspect that something was going on.
I was close to finishing my garden tasks when her truck pulled into the drive.She got out of the truck cheerfully and did not seem to mind that I had not yet finished my job.
"Hurry up and get done," she chided. "I'm ready for some swimming and tanning."
She carried her bag of groceries up onto the porch speaking to me again as she entered the house.
"I'm going up to change into my bathing suit. Get up there and do the same as soon as you're done."
It didn't take me long to finish and as I was headed up to my room she met me coming out on the porch carrying a blanket and her towel. My jaw dropped at the vision of her in her skimpy bikini.
Her proud breasts poured out over the cups of her top and her nipples were visible where they pressed into the material. The bottoms of her suit were as brief as possible and as much of her smooth firm ass as was legal greeted my excited eyes. I would have eaten it out sideways if only she had let me.
She was already wet when I reached the river, having tested the water, and her damp bikini only served to make her intimate parts all the more visible. As she sat facing me directly to get the sun onto her front, I took a peek down between her thighs where her bikini bottom covered her crotch, noticing how the outline of her outer vulva lips pressed against her wet bikini bottom. From what I saw, they appeared large and thick.
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When I arrived there I noticed that quite a few things needed to be worked on, not to mention the large garden she had that she needed help with weeding and cultivating. It was a large property she owned, but she wanted to hold on to it which was easy to I understand because it was so beautiful out there.
There was a calm, deep river that ran through the property that you could swim from that was large enough to canoe or fish on if you had a boat. Out back of the house was a swing that was tied to an old oak tree and both the tree and the swing were very sturdy as I found out when I tested it on my first day out there.
Miranda was an aunt I had not seen in many years and my heart beat faster when I first set eyes on her. She was in her early thirties at the time. Her long naturally curly chestnut hair, hung down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a sparkling hazel color, and her body was lithe, with lovely long legs and a tight bottom that accentuated itself when she wore her tight cutoff jeans as she often did during the hot afternoon hours.
Despite her slender body, she had full firm breasts that pressed up tight against her shirt, making my manhood thicken whenever I thought too much about how they must look naked, and what her nipples would feel like rolling about between my lips with me slowly sucking on them.
My imagination was all I had to go by as at this time I was still very much a virgin. Miranda's smile was a joy to behold, yet her full lips and sensuous mouth caused my mind to wander to other places that were inappropriate, but at night, alone in bed, I felt it impossible not to fantasize about how it would feel to french kiss her, or have my stiff cock cradled between her lush lips with her mouth sliding up and down on it.
The first few days were a little uncomfortable. I was shy around her, and I knew she must have picked up on this. I was hoping that she had not figured out that it was her beauty that made me tremble in her presence. When she stood close to me I often stammered like an idiot as she tried to make conversation, but after some time I began to manage to get it under control a little better, and our conversations became closer to what people could call normal.
All in all, I liked her very much, and I could tell that she was rather fond of me as well.
At supper I asked her on my 4th day there why she had no boyfriends, being as beautiful as she was. She said simply that she was not interested in any serious relationships at the moment as she simply didn't feel ready for one.
Our bedrooms were located on the second floor of the old house we lived in. The bathroom was at the top of the hall. Next came my bedroom, and farthest down the hall was Miranda's room.
My curiosity to see into her private bedroom became too strong, and one day, when I had to go to the washroom, while she was still outside tending to the garden, I crept up the hall and peered into her bedroom when the door was left open.
I could immediately smell the womanly scents that emminated from her room, and I could see the silky lingerie that hung from her bedposts.
She had a large antique vanity that stood at the foot of her bed on top of which were an assortment of body oils and lotions, along with her cosmetics, that I thought she needed very little of, as her beauty was so natural.
Her room was full of antique furniture, but one piece that really caught my eye was a rather large wooden horse that looked to have been taken from some old merry-go-round. It had been mounted on large springs rising up from the sturdy stand it had been placed on and I wondered, apart from the obvious beauty of the piece, what it might be used for, and why it was located where it was in the house, even though it did fit elegantly in her room.
That night I tossed and turned in my bed more than usual. I could not get Miranda's image out of my mind or the excitement I had felt at sneaking into her room for the first time. After tossing and turning for several hours, I eventually felt the urge to visit the bathroom and so I quietly slipped open my door and started down the carpeted hallway. Immediately I noticed the faint light that was coming from her bedroom. I also noticed how her bedroom door was open a crack.
It must have been about three A.M at the time, and she was no doubt assuming that I was sound asleep. It was a very hot night and as the house had no air conditioning, she had perhaps opened her door a little to allow the still air, to escape her room and out into the hall.
There was something about seeing her light on that set my body tingling with anticipation. What was she doing up at such an hour?
I went down on my knees and slowly crept toward her partially opened door. I could hear a steady creaking noise as I got closer that peaked my curiosity even further. I soon reached the foot of her bedroom door.
When I looked in, I could not see directly into her room, but reflected in the mirror of her vanity, I could see that Miranda was up on the old rocking horse with her nightie hiked up above her waist so that her full naked bottom, which projected out beyond the confines of the small saddle, was clearly visible sliding back and fourth on the wooden horse. She bounced up and down slowly and rhythmically, with the heavy springs below allowing her to ride almost silently at the pace she has chosen.
My heart was pounding. I could hear her breathing rapidly and I realized all too clearly, that she was masturbating by rubbing her wet cunt back and fourth on the saddle and pressing her clitoris into the saddlehorn as she bumped her upper private parts on and off of it with her movements.
A moan escaped her lips, and as she threw her head back in the throws of her orgasm her long hair swung back and fourth on her back as her contorted face became visible in the mirror along with the image of her full breasts that were visible through the all but transparent negligee she was wearing.
Miranda suddenly rocked harder and faster, making the springs creak as she bounced up and down riding faster and faster ,until at last she moaned an almost painful sound, and collapsed down along the neck of the old wooden horse, exhausted.
My mind was dizzy with excitement and my cock was rock hard and projecting out stiff from the top of my pajama bottoms.
I was suddenly afraid that she might catch me, and so I quietly back-tracked to my bedroom where I lay on my bed and began masturbating wildly to the images of what I had just seen that were still playing in my mind.
All that night I could not get the images of what I had seen out of my head. To make things worse, I kept imagining that I could hear the creaking of the old wooden horse coming from her bedroom at intervals throughout the night and early morning hours which was driving me crazy, because I could not be entirely sure that the sounds were real, or just a figment of my inflamed imagination.
Finally, I drifted off into a restless sleep, only to awaken at about ten the following morning. Breakfast was already on the table when I made it down the stairs apologizing to Miranda for sleeping in as I had, but she replied that she had risen late as well, so I needen't bother to worry about sleeping in a little later than usual.
It was then that I noticed the thin silk sleeping attire that she was wearing. It was not as thin as the transparent negligee I had seen her in the night before, but even so, it did little to hide the form and womanly perfection of her body beneath.
As I sat at the breakfast table, my cock was already hardening, in spite of all the exercise I had given it the night before.When she went to the stove to get my eggs from the frying pan, she stood directly before the kitchen window, and the light from it penetrated the silken material on her body allowing me to see right through it.
Her plump nipples were clearly visible atop her firm breasts, which pushed up hard against the thin material. Down below, I could detect a tuft of pubic hair just below her belly which did not continue down to cover her genitals. I strained to see the lips of her cunt where they protruded outward, but she turned quickly toward me moving away from the window light with my breakfast plate in hand.
Did she know that it was possible to see through her negligee when she stood in the light like that? I assumed she didn't, and I hoped she didn't notice the look of excitement and confusion on my face either.
"I was thinking we might go for a swim and take in a little down time today," she said. "We've been working pretty hard since you got here, and things are getting under control." She reached across the table touching my hand tenderly. "Thank you so much for all your help Clay. I don't know how I could have managed without you. We'll take the day off. You'd like that wouldn't you? We can just swim in the river out back and suntan. I just need to go into town for a bit to pick up some groceries and things. Is that a plan?"
I nodded my agreement, and after the dishes were done she jumped in her truck and was off for town leaving me alone at the house. I knew I had promised to water her garden, but the minute she was headed down the road I was on my way up the stairs and headed for her bedroom. My mind was alive with excitement at the prospect of sneaking a look at all her most intimate undergarments.
By the time I reached the enterance to her room my belt was unbuckled, and I slid my jeans off, the better to allow my stiff member the freedom it was demanding. I carefully began sliding open her dresser drawers until, at the bottom, I found where she kept her brassiers and panties.
I began with her panties, selecting the silkiest and most transparent ones, and rubbing my stiffness in the slippery material while reliving the image of her on the rocking horse from the night before.
I was close to coming into my favorite pair of panties only minutes after beginning my examination of her intimates. but I forced myself to hold off as I had so much exploring left to do.
I removed a black brassiere, examining the label which told me that her breast size was a thirty-six B. I smelt her bras and panties hoping to inhale her scent.
At the bottom of her drawer I came across something that peaked my curiosity. There were two silver balls lying together there, and I picked them up studying them and feeling the weight of them. Unsure of what they were for, I placed them back where they had been, and taking the panties I held in my hand I took them back to my bedroom, hiding them under the mattress so that I could use them to rub myself in at nifgt time when I was in my bed alone thinking of Miranda. I was also hoping that I could sneak them into the wash somehow without her noticing how they had gone missing.
The final thought that was on my mind was whether or not I would be able to resist the urge to sneak down the hall at night and see what I had seen the night before, and I prayed that she would always keep her door open a little as she had last night. Between all the memories I had of what I had seen, and the excitement of seeing right through her negligee for theat moment when she stood before the window, I was already as horny as could be, but I knew I had better get on with my garden chores before she got back or she might begin to suspect that something was going on.
I was close to finishing my garden tasks when her truck pulled into the drive.She got out of the truck cheerfully and did not seem to mind that I had not yet finished my job.
"Hurry up and get done," she chided. "I'm ready for some swimming and tanning."
She carried her bag of groceries up onto the porch speaking to me again as she entered the house.
"I'm going up to change into my bathing suit. Get up there and do the same as soon as you're done."
It didn't take me long to finish and as I was headed up to my room she met me coming out on the porch carrying a blanket and her towel. My jaw dropped at the vision of her in her skimpy bikini.
Her proud breasts poured out over the cups of her top and her nipples were visible where they pressed into the material. The bottoms of her suit were as brief as possible and as much of her smooth firm ass as was legal greeted my excited eyes. I would have eaten it out sideways if only she had let me.
She was already wet when I reached the river, having tested the water, and her damp bikini only served to make her intimate parts all the more visible. As she sat facing me directly to get the sun onto her front, I took a peek down between her thighs where her bikini bottom covered her crotch, noticing how the outline of her outer vulva lips pressed against her wet bikini bottom. From what I saw, they appeared large and thick.
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