Very interesting

Even though it's a trade, becoming an electrician required taking classes at first. It was all pretty boring stuff so I won't bother you with the details, suffice it to say I was plugging away with it all day until it was quitting time. I road the city bus home, which was quite an experience for a country boy like me. Still, I'm a "live and let live" guy and nobody messed with me. Being 6'2" and in good shape helps with that, I'm sure. I mostly played games on my phone until we were at the university where half the bus got off, except I wasn't a student and just lived at the edge of campus.

A week went by without much new happening. I was on my own for breakfast but each evening Aunt Olivia cooked me dinner when we got home. And it wasn't tofu and salads, apparently the trendy urban groceries sell some real food since Aunt Olivia was able to cook me nice meat-based dinners every night. I sure wasn't perusing the "roommate wanted" listings, especially as Aunt Oblivia lived up to her nickname and never war a bra around the house or noticed me looking down her shirt. Darn near every night I managed to see her meaty nipples.

I felt guilty about it but she was so oblivious - where was the crime exactly? I had my fun and she never even noticed. In fact she was even more oblivious than we cousins had realized growing up. She would drone on about technical stuff from her job that I could never hope to understand, or sometimes she'd just stare out into space. If I asked what she was thinking about she'd explain it was some logic puzzle or word game (aside from her job that's all she seems interested in).

That Friday, I accidentally dropped my fork on the floor during dinner. Have you ever noticed how when you drop something it always takes some magical bounce into the absolute most inconvenient cranny? Well that had happened with my fork and I had to climb under the dining room table to get it. Aunt Olivia had been going out about difficult letter combinations in Wordle which had the most possible permutations of valid guesses, believe me it was riveting stuff, but as I crawled around under the table I noticed she was still talking as if I was up there listening to her. She didn't even care that I was under the table enough to notice it.

I looked over at her legs, then let my glance go up. She was wearing a black skirt and I could see right up it. I crossed my fingers but she had on grey cotton panties, the sort you get in five-packs at the store. I guess it wouldn't be realistic for a middle-aged sexually inactive woman like Olivia to have on sexy panties (or better yet no panties). Still, it was fun to stare up a woman's skirt with impunity. I kept looking and looking. it helped that she sat so immodestly with her legs spread wide, thank goodness she was too oblivious to observe the unwritten rules of feminine modesty.

I stared at her panties for a solid thirty seconds is testing how oblivious she was. Finally she said, "Mark?"

I came up quickly, thinking I was busted. "Uh, I was looking for my fork," I said sheepishly.

"Oh, well, wash it off first," she said, then went back to her lecture about Wordle. Did she really not notice I'd been under the table staring up her skirt? I was beginning to wonder just how oblivious my Aunt really was!