OVERNIGHT HANGOUT 😘 Episode 2

OVERNIGHT HANGOUT🔞

EPISODE 2

LIKE AND COMMENT

Stephanie had cooked home-made Italian food for dinner, and she had a bottle of lambrusco to go with it. She asked me if I drank red wine, and I told her I had some now and again, so we both had a couple of glasses each with our dinner. Over diner, we talked about her job, plans she had for her house and stuff like that, plus we joked around together, as we usually did. During the time she had stayed at our place, I had found that Stephanie and I were kind of on the same wavelength with our sense of humour, and we could bounce jokes and stupid remarks off each other, and have fun together, even though she was much older.

A few times over dinner, the image of Stephanie’s panties, pulled drum-tight over her pussy and buttocks would pop into my head, whether I wanted it there or not, and occasionally, I would look across at her and remember that underneath that pink top, a sexy black bra was holding those beautiful tits in place. The thought would make my cock harden under the table.

At one stage, she said, “Glen, have you got a girlfriend?”

“I used to have one, but she moved away,” I said, and I went on to tell her a bit about Sally. It wasn’t like I had a broken heart or anything, but she said, “I’m surprised a handsome young guy like you hasn’t got a new girl by now.” I was quite pleased with myself to hear her calling me a “handsome young guy,” but I thought she was just being nice, and although I knew nothing could ever happen between an aunt and her nephew, it still felt good.

I could feel the effects of the red wine, and I guess Stephanie could too, and at one stage, she spoke about her time in Brisbane. “Do you miss Brad?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” she answered, then went on with, “I miss having a man in my life, and that kind of thing.” I didn’t expect her to continue, but she said, “And sometimes I miss having a warm body in bed with me, and everything that goes with it.” She went silent for a moment, and smiled like she was thinking of something.

“I’m surprised you said that, to me, anyway,” I replied.

“Well, it’s part of life,” Stephanie said, “nothing to be ashamed of.”

I didn’t answer, but it occurred to me that it would be nice to help her with that problem. After dinner, Stephanie got up and started to wash the dishes, so I grabbed a dishtowel to help. When she saw me with the towel, she said, “Hmmm, tall, handsome, and helps with the dishes without being asked. You’re gonna have girls lined up for you when word gets out.”

“Well, I can’t just eat and let you do all the work,” I answered. As usual when we were together, we clowned around over the job, and at one stage, I slapped Stephanie across the bottom with the rolled up towel. In retaliation, she flicked suds from the sink on my face, but then she grabbed a hand towel from the rack and began to dab my face dry. Being about five inches shorter than me, she had to lean up to do it, and her soft breasts were pressed against my chest. I could feel the warmth from them, and I could smell Stephanie’s feminine scent, so my body responded. I hoped she didn’t notice what was happening in my pants, but I don’t think she did. Once again, her breasts were like magnets to my eyes, and I glanced down briefly, and then looked back in her eyes.

Stephanie looked down at herself, and saw her full breasts squeezed against me, looked back up with a smile, and said, “Oops! Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

She drew back slightly, so her breasts weren’t pressing on me, and kept dabbing my face. “You don’t have to keep apologising for having boobs, you know,” I said.

“You’re really sweet,” Stephanie said, giving my face one last dab, “You don’t realise how sweet you are sometimes.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but I thought, And I don’t think you realise how sexy you are sometimes. She grabbed my left sleeve near the shoulder, and pulled me over towards herself, so I could see my reflection in the window over the sink. “All gone,” she said, brightly, showing me the suds were gone from my face.

After we had done the dishes, Stephanie and I went to her lounge room, to watch a chick movie we had decided on from her DVD collection. While she was setting up her player, I saw some photo albums on the coffee table, that I hadn’t noticed earlier, and I started to look through one of them. Stephanie saw me looking, and said, “I haven’t found a place for those yet.” She sat down next to me on my right, on the two-seater couch, and started to show me some of the pictures in the album, and explain who was in them and when they were taken.

We were sitting quite close together, on her couch, because it was only a two-seater, and this was not lost on me, as I smelt her scent, and felt the warmth from her, and occasionally stole a glance down the front of her pink top, when she leaned over to show me who was who in the photographs. Some were of my parents, before I was born, and some of my mother when she was growing up, and Stephanie and I had a few laughs and giggles about the clothes, and things like that. Now and again, I would feel a wave of excitement going through me, as Stephanie leaned against me, to point out someone in the albums, or to explain something to me, especially if I smelt her hair, her skin, or even her breath.

After a while, I looked at Stephanie and I said, “I haven’t seen any of you when you were a teenager. Have you got any of those?”

“Why do you want to see that?” she answered, making eye contact, smiling sweetly.

“I just want to see what you looked like,” I said, smiling back. I was curious to see if she was always so sexy.

“Well, don’t laugh when you see them,” Stephanie said, “ I was pretty thin when I was young.”

I wasn’t sure if I should say this, in case Stephanie took it the wrong way, but I said, “So, all those curves are a relatively new thing?”

“I didn’t know you were taking notice,” she smiled back.

“Just because you’re my aunt, doesn’t mean I can’t look,”...