CHAPTER
SEVEN:
Even before I could assist opening the door for her Aunt
Hillary took her place in the passenger seat. I crossed over to the driving
seat. For a spilt second I saw her dress slide up her thigh as she sat in the
car' She had made herself comfortable with the dress pulled down to her knees when
I got into driving seat. Still her legs from top of the knee down to her shin
and calves up to her gorgeous feet were visible to me. It was the first time I
had seen her going out in a dress that short. She did ware a pair of khaki short
when gardening but it was altogether a very different perception to this'
I had to try hard in keeping concentration on my
driving that evening as I was tempted to peek at her feet every now and then.
We parked the car in the fore-court of the hotel and walked up to the lobby.
Mr. Elbert Einstein, the president of the FKC society was just coming out of
the banquet hall while we were entering.
—My
Goodness Hillary! My little girl, you seem to be getting younger by the day!”
he exclaimed, hugged and kissed Aunt Hillary’s cheeks. Aunt Hillary thankfully
returned her compliments to him as we moved in. Uncle Edward was in his early
seventies; a retired diplomat and a jolly-good person who we all loved.
Aunt Hillary was very busy during the first few
events of the evening. But once the formal speeches, toasts and the raffle draws
were over she seemed to be more relaxed. The dance floor, the bar and buffet
were all functioning simultaneously. I hung around the younger crowd and danced
with them as a group. I saw Aunt Hillary dancing with a few gentlemen including
Uncle Edward when the couple dances began. I really wanted to ask her for a
dance but felt too shy to ask. Besides I didn’t know any such formal dancing
steps either.
At one point while I was walking across the hall, I
met Aunt Hillary with one of her best friends; Michelle. Aunt Michelle was in
about her sixties but still looked stunning. She was wearing a black and gold Salwar
suit and a pair of gold mesh mules. Her finger and toe nails were painted in
dark Maroon well in contrast with her fair skin. Both ladies were with glasses
of wine in their hands.
” Oh! There you’re young man? I was looking for you
everywhere. Tonight I’m going to get drunk a bit, okay? So you better stay
sober because you’ve got to drive me home my boy” Aunt Hillary said with a mocking
smile punching softly on my coat sleeve. She already seemed a bit tipsy.
I nodded in approval. I was not in a mood for alcohol
anyway. I picked a can of beverage and returned to my friends. By about eleven
o’clock the guests started to leave. I had dinner with the rest of my friends.
After dinner my friends too left and I wandered around looking for Aunt
Hillary.
She was at a table finishing her dinner with a few
friends around. They all were sipping wine while eating. They were cracking
jokes and laughing aloud. I excused myself, stood beside Aunt Hillary and
tapped on her shoulder, to let her know that I would wait for in the lobby.
“Ah! There you are? Good time you came. I was
waiting for someone to come and rescue me from here” She said pulling her chair
back a bit and placing the serviette back on the table.
“Now Michelle darling, I think I have had enough
tonight, don’t you think?” she said turning towards Aunt Michelle. “Folks! You’ll
all have to please excuse us now. If I have another sip of wine, I’m sure this
poor little boy will have to carry me out into the car” Aunt Hillary said
laughingly.
“Well? I’m sure he would not mind having to carry
you gorgeous. In fact he’ll be glad to do so. Wouldn’t you son? ” Aunt Michelle
asked me teasingly, winking at me and laughing. I blushed and kept silent.
“Oh! Michelle? Now stop teasing the poor kid will
you? Okay than, Good night everyone! Merry Christmas and have a Happy New
Year!” aunt Hillary said as she stood up. She was swaying a bit as she walked
pass me. I held my hand out for her and she held my arm and leaned against my
shoulder. I walked her to the car and held open the door for her. Due to the tipsiness
she lost balance and went crashing in on to the passenger seat.
In the process of regaining balance and positioning
herself in the passenger seat, Aunt Hillary had to widen her legs and lift one knee
up. Her short dress slid all the way up to her hips in the process, partly
exposing her black lace panty. I was not able to see much as we were in the car
park which was dimly illuminated with only a few garden-lights. But I saw
enough to have a quick released pre-cum off my penis. My penis was anyway in a
constant semi-erection mode all evening at the party, struggling to break lose
inside my under ware.
“Ooops! Sorry about that” Aunt Hillary said laughing
shyly, while making a clumsy effort to pull down her dress and sit straight. She
had managed to sit with her legs together and pulling her skirt hem to cover a
part of her thighs by the time I came to the driver’s seat. But yet the side of
her thigh towards me was fairly exposed. I drove the car trying not to look at it.
Thank god, there were only a few vehicles on the road at that time in the night
and driving become relatively easy as far as the road conditions were
considered.
Aunt Hillary was continuously talking, telling various
funny stories she had heard from her friends and laughed all the way home. As
we pulled into our drive-way she asked me; “Are you very tired to night
darling?”
“ Hum, No Aunty. Not much. Why?” I asked.
“I know you must be tired. But I just thought you
might be able to rub my feet for a little while. Just a little, may be five minutes
would do. After all the running around and dancing my feet are so sore right
now. Will you darling?” she pleaded. That was a request I couldn’t refuse. I
was tired alright, but not as tired as Aunt Hillary might have been because I
got the chance to have my afternoon nap early before going to the party. We got
off the car and came to the verandah.
“Shall I rub your feet right away Aunty?” I asked.
“Tell you what? Why don’t you go and change into
something more comfortable. I too would like to have a quick wash and get into
my pajamas. Then I can enjoy your foot massage more relaxingly. Just give me
ten-fifteen minutes okay? I’ll leave the front door open. You come in when you
are ready” saying she disappeared into the living room, swaying a bit on her
stiletto heels.
I had a quick wash and changed into a sarong and
t-shirt. I usually wore an under-ware when I went to give Aunt Hillary her foot
massages after that first experience where I had a patch of pre-cum on my sarong.
But on this particular day I opted to not ware one because I had been wearing
an under-wear the whole day and felt my testicles needed a bit of relief.
Besides, “it is only going to be a very brief foot rub tonight” I thought.
Aunt Hillary hadn’t come out of her room when I entered
the living room. I switched on the television but all the local transmissions
had ended by that time. There were no 24 hour TV channels operating locally at
that time. So I switched on the VCR player. The tape inside it was “Class”; a
1983 romantic comedy film casting Jacqueline
Bisset. Aunt Hillary had watched it halfway, may be for the second time.
I just let it pay from where she had stopped and sat on my usual spot on the
Kubus sofa.
Aunt Hillary came into the TV lobby shortly. Instead
of her usual loose cotton pajamas she was wearing a pair of salmon pink three
quarter length yoga-pant with a white loose-fit T- shirt. I couldn’t stop starring
at her with surprise.
“Silly Me! How un-thoughtful of me to have washed all
my pajamas in the morning and not put them to dry” she said even though I
didn’t ask her. She still showed a bit of tipsiness even though she was fresh after
a shower.
“You are such an angle. No need to of creaming. Just
rub my feet hard for about five minutes, which would be more than enough okay?”
She said as she came swaying and crashed on to the sofa prone.
Usually Aunt Hillary lay in a reclining position on
the sofa, leaving her feet on a cushion placed over my lap when she got her
feet rubbed by me. Then it was usually the insteps of her feet that were turned
towards me. On this day though as she threw herself prone on the sofa, her feet
landed direct on my lap with her heels and soles turned up towards me.
After wearing high-heeled sandals and dancing most
of the evening, Aunt Hillary’s feet soles looked very tired as sore that night.
Instead of its normal pale-pink color her foot soles were blood red on that day.
Yet, the soft wrinkles and folds were still very beautiful. The texture was smooth
and wet. Her feet were warm radiating heat out of them.
She hugged a cushion and rested her head on a
cushion placed against the arms-rest. She had her eyes closed as if fallen asleep.
I looked at her from her feet upwards. The stretchy material of her yoga pants
were as almost melted into the skin of her legs. The gentle curves and tendon of
her legs were clearly visible right up to her buttocks. Her T-shirt had gone
up, and the crease of her small of the back was clearly visible. I was having an
instant erection and no way to hide it without the usual cushion on my lap. I
quickly pulled a near-by cushion and placed it on my lap.
It was not difficult to raise aunt Hillary’s feet up
off my lap as they easily bent upwards from her knee joints. Once they were
placed back on the cushion on my lap, I had a better view of those beautiful
soles of her feet.
I took her Right foot which was the closest to me
with both my hands and started to rub my thumbs into the softness of its sole.
I held it with my left hand gave it a firm squeeze with my right hand. Due to
the tipsiness or tiredness or probably both, Aunt Hillary had fallen asleep soon.
She was breathing deep; fully relaxed. I even heard a slight snoring from her time
to time.
I raised her foot
a little bit more up to my chest area. There was no resistance from her. The
knee joint of hers bent freely. Now the sweet sole of her foot was just inches
away from my face. I was in an irresistible passion to lower my face and sniff
her beautiful feet.
I looked at her face once more to make sure she was well
asleep. Then I lowered my face lifting her foot a little bit closer. My lips
were now just an inch away from her soft foot sole. My lips could feel the heat
radiating from her foot. The sweet aroma of her foot filled my nostrils. I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
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