Giving Aunt Vanessa a hand

I was just 15, school was out for summer and my two best friends were away for a couple of weeks. I’d nothing else to do except bum around at home just playing computer games, visiting porn sites and jerking off three or four times a day. It wasn’t really surprising that mom eventually got mad at me and told me to stop mooching around the house and do something useful. “Get out from under my feet and go round to Aunt Vanessa’s and see if she can give you something to do.”

Aunt Vanessa was mom’s older sister aged about forty. She had come back to town a week or so ago after getting divorced and she was renting a house whilst she got things sorted. At least that’s what mom said. “You can help her fix things up or move furniture or do some painting. There must be something she can find you to do that’s better than playing on that computer all day. You are such a misery with your friends away.” A couple of minutes later she had phoned Aunt Vanessa and sent me on my way. Mom was really good looking but Aunt Vanessa was even better. She had brown hair down to her shoulders and deep brown eyes to match. She was also quite tall at about 5 foot 8 inches with a trim body which she worked at keeping that way by running a lot and using a gym. I sauntered along, not really wanting to help her out even though I would enjoy my usual ogling of her despite her being my auntie. She was always nice to me and I liked her Ok but I had better things to do. Eventually though I got to her house and rang the doorbell.

“If that’s you Jimmy, come on in, the door’s open” she called and I went through into the house. Ahead of me, near the end of the hall, was a tall set of ladders set up under a light fitting and Aunt Vanessa was trying to fix a new shade to the light. “Hi Jimmy,” she said, turning to look at me, “help me out will you? The ladder is a little unsteady so just hold it for me please.”

“Hi Aunt Vanessa,” I called back as I made my way over to the base of the ladder and took hold at either side.

“Oh, thanks Jimmy,” she said “just let me get this shade on and then I’ll fix us a cold drink, would you like that?”

“Yeah, sure,” I responded, looking up at her and feeling my throat go a little dry on me. She was stretching up to the light fitting and she had on a pair of cropped denim shorts and a snug fitting shirt tied in a knot at the front over a T shirt. Her hair was pulled up in a bunch but I was paying little attention to that as I gazed up her legs and eyed her from toe to head. I had always thought she was good looking, like mom, but now she looked fantastic to me. Her breasts were straining against the shirt as she reached up, but it was the join in her shorts that took most of my attention. Her feet were both on the same step of the ladder and her legs were slightly apart, allowing me to see the seam where I knew her pussy was just behind. Where her shorts met her thighs, they had a slight gap between skin and material and I could just glimpse a flash of pantie lace through that gap.

I was staring up at the gap, and my cock was hardening as fifteen year old cocks harden in fifteen year old dream worlds, when I suddenly realised she was looking down at me. I tried to pretend I was just day dreaming and looked around the room and up at the light fitting but I knew she had seen me staring up at her crotch. “Just hold on to the ladder whilst I come down” she said with a smile, “and concentrate on what you are doing or you are going to have me falling off here.” She then faced the ladder and began backing down towards me. I couldn’t resist and fixed my gaze on her swaying buttocks as they came nearer to me and then went past my eye level with her slim waist and taut back following. As she was safely down to about the fourth step I moved to one side to let her pass me and also to try and get a sneak view of her cleavage. I’d done it again! And there she was, looking at me looking at her. I could feel myself blush as she said, “My, my, you are in one of those moods today aren’t you?”

“What mood?” I asked grumpily, thinking I was about to be told off for peeking at her.

“One of those horny teenaged boy moods where you want to get an eyeful of anything in a skirt so you can think about what you would do if you had the chance.”

“What? I wasn’t! I flustered. I was just holding the ladder like you told me to. I wasn’t doing anything!”

“Oh, come on now.