CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
It was not as same as Carman Electra in the movie “The Chosen One; The Legend of the Raven”,
which was released years later. But Aunt Hillary fed me milk off her Right foot
in her own way.
She was dipping her foot in the tray of milk and
raising it to my mouth; arching her foot and allowing the milk to drift along
her toes in to my mouth. I very greedily lapped and licked milk off her foot. I
felt the milk had of a special unique flavor once it came off Aunt Hillary’s
foot. Once I finished giving Aunt Hillary’s feet the milk bath, I collected the
remaining milk in the tray into a glass and savored it later that night. Just
sipping that milk gave me a hard-on.
Once I finished rinsing Aunt Hillary’s feet in milk
for some time I washed her feet well. I had to wash myself a bit as well as my
face and chest was also wet with milk. Next I asked Aunt Hillary to sit back
and close her eyes, and placed two slicers of cucumber over her eye lids. I
replaced the milk in the tray with warm water and placed her feet in it. I
added a few drops of foot-salt and lavender essence to the water and socked her
feet stirring the water with my fingers.
Aunt Hillary was so relaxed and enjoying herself. I
took the opportunity do a pencil sketch of her feet. Free-hand sketching was a
hobby of mine since schooling days that I always carried a small sketch book
and pencil with me. Drawing female faces and women in various imaginary
postures was my favorite. Drawing something live was a new experience for me. Aunt
Hillary was in the meantime telling me about the various mishaps happened to
her in spas and massage centers she has visited during her trips abroad. They
were all hilarious accidents.
After about ten minutes I dried Aunt Hillary’s feet
one by one and placed them on the foot-stool. I had placed a cushion over the
stool to make her feel comfortable. I wrapped a terry cloth face towel around
he Left foot to keep it warm and took her Right foot in my hands. I first
gently applied some moisturizing lotion on her foot and massaged it into her
skin from her shin downwards.
I cupped my Left hand under her heel and held her
foot with my Right hand. Then I gently rotated her foot, moved it up & down
and sideways giving it bit of exercise to her ankle joint. Next I concentrated
on her toes, taking one by one and rotating them gently. Once the workout of
moveable joints were over I gently squeezed her entire foot using both my
hands.
I started
with her toes I ran my fingers along her metatarsus bones up to the ankle and
back towards the toes but with less pressure applied. I circled around her
ankle with my fingers and ran my fingers up along her shin and calf, especially
along the crease of her calf muscle up to the knee.
Only once her lower leg and foot was well warmed-up
I began massaging her foot sole. I held her foot with both my hands first;
pressing my thumbs on to the balls of her toes. Then I crisscrossed my thumbs
hard across her foot sole, working down from the balls of her toes towards her
heel. Special attention was given to the balls of toes and the arch; where I
drew semi-circles over them. I used my knuckles hard along the curvy foot arch.
Soft ripples formed along it when I rubbed it.
I gave her each toe a special rub running my Right
thumb up and down them and then placing my index finger over the toe and gently
massaging every toe. Aunt Hillary moaned with pleasure when I inserted my
fingers in-between the gaps of her toes and gave those in between spaces a rub.
Once I finished with her Right foot, I wrapped it with the terry-cloth towel
and repeated the same steps on her Left foot. Aunt Hillary had fallen into a
peaceful sleep once I had finished massaging both her feet.
I took a break allowing her to sleep a bit and
tidied the place a bit. Then I freshened myself a bit and drank the glass of
‘foot-flavored’ milk. I sat on the bed and completed my sketch until Aunt
Hillary woke-up.
“Ah! Darling, Sorry I fell asleep. You treated me to
heaven” she said moving on from the easy chair to the bed, and sitting next to
me. We hugged each other and started to kiss each other. Soon my penis became rock-hard inside my
shorts.
“How do you like me to calm him down? Through a foot
job or hand job?” she asked seductively, grabbing my erect penis from over the
shorts I wore.
“Hm? Better a hand job I think?” I replied not
wanting to get her feet messy so soon after I had treated it to such a treat.
“Okay then lay here” she pulled me on to a side and made
me lay on the bed. Then she knelt on the bed and pulled my shorts down. I
raised my hips first, and then my legs in assisting her to get rid of my shorts.
Then Aunt Hillary jumped on to my Right side while I lay on my back. She lay
beside me in the opposite direction. She supported her torso on her Right elbow
and lay sideways, grabbing my penis with her Left hand. She made herself
comfortable by putting her Left leg over my chest. It was bent at the knee and
her toes were touching my chin.
She started stroking my penis gently. I couldn’t
resist grabbing her left foot with both my hands and kissing it. I licked her
foot sole and sucked her toes. Aunt Hillary became impatient and started to
moan in pleasure. I pulled my Right hand placed it on her buttocks. I started
to squeeze them gently. She pressed her lower body against mine. Her Monas Pubis
was glued on the Right side of my upper chest. She started to jerk her hips
while stroking me. Her panty covered pussy was rubbing on my chest just next to
my Right nipple.
Soon she couldn’t take it anymore she lifted
herself, and sat over my chest kneeling on either side of me. She was still jerking
my member with her hands and lubricating it with her saliva from time to time.
Her feet were now on either side on my face, touching my cheeks. I turned my face sideways and kissed her
feet. She playfully slapped my face with her feet demanding attention.
In the meantime Aunt Hillary got rid of her chemise,
and placed her naked breasts on my belly while placing her knees on either side
of my head. She started to rub her boobs
on me, while holding on to my balls and penis with both her hands. She
proceeded to drag her boobs, brushing them from my chest up to my groin,
supporting herself on her knees and elbows; as if swimming on my body in the ‘Breast-Stroke’
style.
Once she reached forward she smothered my crotch
with her breasts and played with my penis using her boobs. When she pulled
herself back her bottom was in the air just inches over my face. Though her wet
panty never touched my face, I clearly felt the sweet musky smell that it
emitted. I tried to hug to her bottom and pull her panty covered pussy to my
mouth; but she teasingly always pulled herself away. So I had to be contended
with merely kissing and licking her inner thighs.
I couldn’t take it anymore when Aunt Hillary started
to circle the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue while stroking my
shaft. Screamingly, I lifted my hips off the bed and ejaculated my load while
my whole body was vibrating. Aunt Hillary quickly cupped her breasts and
sandwiched my penis in between them. Strings of cum coated over her boobs.
Aunt Hillary dragged herself forward placing her
face on my thighs and supporting her knees on the bed either side of my head.
She hugged on to my lower legs and pressed her Mons pubis on my chest. Then she
slowly and rhythmically started to move her hip up and down as if fucking an imaginary
cock that protruded off my chest.
She from time to time inserted her Left hand’s
fingers in to her nicker and played with her pussy lips. She even scooped some
cum off her breasts and moisturized her pussy lips with them once. Aunt Hillary
was moaning and purring while trusting her pussy on my chest. I grabbed her
but-cheeks with my fingers and squeezed them hard. She loved it. I was not bold
enough to put my fingers in her pussy. She did it herself and made sure I got a close
view of it.
We had an agreement that we should never have sexual
intercourse during our dates. Aunt Hillary made me promise it after our first
night together; to never do it how much we get carried-away by the proceedings.
She told me that touching and kissing was okay but we should strictly limit
ourselves to “Foot-jobs, Hand-jobs and oral only” policy at all times. I agreed
and had no regrets about it. I was happening to get turned on by her pussy and
boobs alright; but just having her feet to fuck was more than enough for me. So
I didn’t want to meddle with her pussy very much at that time.
After a few minutes her thrusting became intense and
her pussy was dripping through her pantry. Aunt Hillary patted her pussy and
released all her love juices on my chest with a groan.
Aunt Hillary took a deep breath and fell sideways on
the bed. She raised her legs up and got rid of her soaked panty in a swift
move. She threw it on the bed and cuddled up herself back to me with her head
on my thighs and Left limbs across my body. Her Left leg was folder at her knee
and the foot sole was on my face. I took her left foot in my Left hand and started
to kiss and lick her foot sole. I placed my Right hand on her buttocks and
gently stroked her butt-cheeks, anus, perineum and even her pussy lips that
were still wet.
I had fallen asleep with my lips and nose glued on
to Aunt Hillary’s soft and smooth Left foot sole. We both slept naked cuddled
to each other’s bodies like two babies. It was almost dawn when I woke-up and
that was when Aunt Hillary gently pulled her foot off my face.
“Sh..!” she gestured me to go back to sleep. “I
better sneak back to the house before the milkman comes around. You sleep a bit
more darling. It was really wonderful last night. Thank you!” she whispered to
me kissing my cheeks and lips. She then collected her chemise in hand while
covering her nakedness with the house-coat and ran through the verandah like a
naughty little girl.
It all was as if a dream for me. It took a while for
me to come to my proper senses and be fully awake. It was Friday and I was
supposed to be going home for the weekend. I realized I wouldn’t be seen Aunt
Hillary till Monday, as I was planning to come straight to the institute, by
the early morning train from Kandy. I felt sad that I’m going to miss her for a
few days.
I couldn’t sleep anymore so I decided to get-up and pack
my bag. I was planning to leave home directly after class and had reserved a
seat in the evening Kandy intercity train. Father had promised to send the
driver to pick me up from the Peradeniya Railway station.
While I was arranging the bed I found Aunt Hillary’s
panty in the corner of the bed, stuck between the bed and wall. She had
forgotten to grab it on her way back. The panty was still wet with her juices.
I couldn’t resist sniffing it. It still had that sweet musky aroma that I felt
from Aunt Hillary’s cunt. I had an immediate hard-on but felt too tired to
masturbate. So I placed the panty inside a polythene bag to preserve its
fragrance and tucked it at the bottom of my bag.
Mother called Aunt Hillary after I came home but I
didn’t get the chance to speak to her. Mother asked me to remind her to call
Aunt Hillary the next evening to let her know whether we were coming to Colombo
on Sunday or not. Father had been invited for a meeting at the Tea development
board on Sunday, but the meeting had not being yet confirmed by the Minister;
she explained. If the meeting was on we
were all to go to Colombo on Sunday. Mom was eager to spend some time with Aunt
Hillary. Anyway, Aunt Hillary had wanted mom to confirm our visit, saying she
had been invited by her cousin to attend some business meetings and see whether
she could avoid it if our visit is definite.
At about six
in on the next evening I reminded mother to call Aunty and said that I too need
to speak to Aunty. Even then our visiting Colombo on the next day was not
hundred percent confirm. Yet, mother called aunty and gave me the phone after
they had a bit of chat.
“Hi, Aunty!” I said.
“Hi darling! How are you doing? Enjoying the book I
gave you” she asked.
“Ur, Yes Aunty. I did study till late last night. In
fact I have almost completed half of my course work by now” I mumbled an answer
as mother was still in the dining room closer to where the phone was. Then when
mother returned to the kitchen I continued.
“I have read almost halfway now. Xaviera has by now become the leading
Madam in New York. The book is marvelous aunty. I started to read it in the
train last evening and couldn’t stop reading it even before going to bed even
thought I was pretty tired last night” I said giggling. ‘The Happy Hooker’ book
had some three hundred and twenty pages and I by then I had read almost two
hundred pages. I never took the book out until my parents went to sleep, and
read till late in the previous night. I also told her about her panty I brought
with me and that how it turns me on every time I sniff it.
“You little brat!” she giggled. “I could supply you plenty
of my soiled undies only if you promise to wash and return them back to me. I’m
so tired of washing them” she said laughing. I agreed knowing she was making a
joke.
“Certainly, with pleasure!” I said with a laugh. “So,
what are your plans for tomorrow Aunty? Will you be at home if we plan to come
there tomorrow?” I asked.
“Oh! That’s what I was just telling your mother. How
unfortunate? My cousin David called me yesterday and said that we have to go to
Singapore for a couple of days for some business meetings. You know how much I hate those things. But, David
insists that I should come with him as I’m one of the leading shareholders of
the company. So I agreed. He has booked the tickets for me and will be coming
to pick me in another couple of hours. The Flight is past mid-night, at 1.10 am
tonight. We plan to leave home at around at about Nine from here after having
some dinner. So? I’m so sorry I won’t be here if you happen come. Anyway, I’ll
leave the front door key on your table. Open up the house and make you mom
comfortable if you come. Ask Madhu not to bother to cook lunch early morning.
There is enough stuff in the fridge. You know where things are in my pantry? So
help her and prepare some lunch once you get here. I’m so sorry that I’m going
to miss you guys” Aunt Hillary genuinely sounded sorry.
“Ah! How sad it is to hear. But it’s good for you
Aunty. Enjoy your visit and have a safe journey. The only thing is I’ll be
missing you for a few days. When is your return planned for Aunty?” I asked.
“It’s on Wednesday. David of cause plans to stay the
whole week there. I told him I need to come as early as possible. David said he
would arrange a vehicle to pick me up from the Airport on Wednesday. I was
wondering whether you might be able to pick me up? The flight is scheduled to
arrive around Seven thirty in the evening” she asked me.
“Sure Aunty. Absolutely Yes! Just call and let me know the day before you
leave. Who knows whether you’ll be required to say longer?” I said jokingly
“I wish I could have stayed longer if I had a travel
companion such as you. David is pretty boring to travel with. All he is
interested is in business” she said with a chuckle. “Anyway, I’ll call you and confirm
before I leave” she said.
“Okay aunty, and then have a happy journey. Enjoy
yourself” I told her.
“You are such a darling. Thank you Tom!” she said
before we hung up.
Finally, dad’s meeting was confirmed and we came to
Wattala on that Sunday around nine in the morning. Dad’s meeting was at ten
thirty in Colombo. Even though Aunt Hillary was not going to be at home, my
mother also came because she knew that I was going to be all alone in the house
during day and also because we decided that Aunt Hillary’s suggestion of
cooking lunch at Wattala was a good one.
Mother had prepared a few jars of pickles and stuff
that both I Aunt Hillary could keep and use. Father dropped us and left even
without coming into the house saying he preferred to be at the Ministry a bit
early.
I open door of my room and entered in first with my
bag. I was shocked of what I saw. On my pillow was a Red lace panty of Aunt
Hillary with a note that read; “Thank you for your lovely attentions darling.
Hope you would like to have a fresh one till I return”.
My mother was following right behind me in to the
room. I had no time to grab and hide the panty. So I just dropped my bag over
it and covered it and later tucked it inside the pillow. In the meantime mother
had gone up to my table and was reading another note left by Aunt Hillary.
Luckily it was a harmful one; with some instructions such as to check the
refrigerator, start the car engine and keep it running for a minute every
morning, to watch TV and to use the phone to call home whenever I want etc. She
had left the key to the main door along with it.
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