Pre-Date Nerves

Your aunt was stunning in her figure hugging evening dress, black and classy with a deep plunging neckline.

"How's it look?" she asked you, turning slightly and showing a shoulder while raising a foot up behind her daintily. She knew he looked amazing. The thin fabric showed off her hypnotic curves and tantalising crevices. She'd been poured into the dress... or it had been painted onto her. Sexy didn't begin to describe it.

"Not bad," you shrugged, your aunt smirking at your aloof act. She walked up to you, invading your your personal space but not touching you with anything other than her perfume. She noticed you throbbing and had seen the outline of your erection before closing in.

"Not bad, huh?" she said, sliding her hand over the front of your shorts and feeling your hardness. You studied your aunt's carefully made up face, a dark shade of eyeshadow smoking her sultry gaze, her lips an inviting ruby red. Her hair looked more blonde than it naturally did, like golden straw that was still a little shiny and wet. She styled her pixie cut in such a way that it curve around her ears, where she wore small golden studs that glittered prettily, the simple and elegant gold chain necklace matching them.

She suddenly pulled away from you, hands clutching at her jewellery. "Oh my god I'm so nervous," she said, finally cracking at the prospect of going on her first proper date in months. She marched over to the drinks cabinet in the kitchen, pulling down a bottle of something clear in a stout glass bottle. She needed a shot of courage to calm her nerves. You joined her in solidarity and watched as she poured herself a shotglass full of something, offering it to you first. You leaned in just to smell it and shook your head. She downed the tequila in a gulp and closed her eyes feeling the frisson.

"Better?" you asked her after a beat. She shook her head and wanted to go for a second shot but then stopped herself with the bottle poised.
"I think I need a shot of something else," she said, smiling at you and sticking the cork back into the tequila. It was that time anyway. You watched her hike up her dress slightly as to not scuff the fabric as she got down on her knees in front of you then pulled down your shorts. The weight of your erection met her hand and you mmm'd. Getting hard was so easy... but you worried about if you could come down again without using the gel. Worry might be too strong a word... "You'll need to cum down my throat," said your aunt, already gently pulling up and down your shaft. "I don't want you to get any on my dress." A reasonable if unnecessary request... you nodded.

She smiled and went to work, taking the head of your cock and letting your feel how wet her tongue was as you slid past her glossy lips. She bobbed on the head a few times then put more of you into her mouth, sucking air and spit, generally making her beautiful obscene noises. You didn't know what to do with your hands, not wanting to mess up her hair and make up, so kept your arms to your side and enjoyed your aunt's pleasing suction on your cock. She pulled back, popping you out wetly to take a breath. "Guess I'll need to redo my lipstick," she said, making you look down at the series of red marks she had left along your shaft when she had squeezed her lips around you. They were like progress markers for how deep she was getting, the lines fading and wet nearer the tip of your dick. She seemed to like how the colour looked on you and turned your member this way and that to get a better view of her handiwork. She leaned in then and kissed you above the crotch, leaving an imprint in the shape of her lips on your skin, perfect if not a little faded. "Very pretty," she remarked with a smile before taking your cock again in full, plunging you all the way to the back of her head. She had a reaction, spluttered once around you, spit flicking down your balls, but she held firmly.

As the tightness of her twitching throat closed in you swore. This glamorous, short haired lesbian in her twinkling jewellery, pristine make up (save for slightly smudged lipstick) was deep throating you so needily. She stared up to you, eyes glistening, threatening to ruin her eyeliner and run her mascara. Your dick felt strained, stretched. Her long tongue was pressing your cock and familiar sensation began to tremble through you.

"I'm gonna cum down your throat," you said, shoving your hips forward a bit and pushing in deeper. Your aunt moaned and gripped onto your thighs. All you needed was a little bit more movement, your cock hardening and bulging as you thrust again. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum Aunt Les... right down... your throa..." you ran out of air and wheezed as you erupted. She felt your swell then your heat as you unloaded. You were pulsing around her lips, no doubt smearing more lipstick around your crotch. Her nails dug into your skin as you filled her from the throat up. She was doing remarkably well, her neck undulating as your cum poured down straight to her stomach. You wished you could somehow see through her and get an image of how much hot cum you were pumping into the lesbian, this load feeling like the biggest yet.

You were done but not flagging, your aunt unsheathing you slowly. So much sticky, bubbly spit came along with your twitching meat that she had to lean forward to make sure nothing dripped onto her dress. She gasped when you were finally free, stiff cock a dripping mess. Her legs were unsteady as Leslie got up but her smile was blissful. She rubbed her chest, mainly caressing her sternum, enjoying what she felt of you still sliding through her.

"I feel much better now," she said, taking a step towards you and giving you a quick peck on the lips before pulling a tissue from her purse to wipe off her smudged lipstick. You definitely caught a whiff of yourself on her breath. You helped yourself to a tissue to dry off your cock and put your erection away as your aunt fixed up her makeup then slipped her heels on.

"Come home before curfew," you called to your aunt as you opened the fridge and she opened the apartment door.

"If things go right I won't come home at all," she joked, because she definitely needed to come home in a few hours. The door shut and you flipped open your laptop to go over some data.