Case of the Mondays

"I need to find an actual gym around here," you said to yourself as you put the five kilo dumbbell back into the collection of insufficient workout equipment your aunt had in the corner of her apartment. You would just finish out your morning routine with another set of push-ups then, you decided. But before you could get down your aunt walked into the room, heels clicking on the wooden floor. "Wow," you blurted before you could stop yourself. Your aunt just raised an eyebrow at you and smiled as she checked her make up on the selfie camera of her phone.

Aunt Les was dressed in formal black business attire today, though due to how tight fitting it all was she had a femme fatale look to her. She had styled her hair a little, her short pixie cut sleek and well kempt, and she wore rather simple and elegant gold studs in her ears. Under her dark jacket, which seemed a size too small to button up comfortably, she had on a crisp white shirt. Her skirt seemed too short, ending more than halfway up her thighs, and it hugged her curves with silky smoothness. You supposed that her black pantyhose were meant to make up for how much leg she was showing but the silhouette they created just accentuated her figure even more. She also had her glasses on now, which she rarely wore because her eyesight really wasn't that bad otherwise (in fact it's like she was wearing them the first time you arrived, took them off, then forgot about them completely for the next two days or something.) But she did look a lot more professional with those dark frames on. And sexier. Her whole outfit screamed sex appeal and you realised you had no idea what your aunt actually did for work these days.

"So I have this meeting to go to," she said briefly, before you could ask. She slipped her phone into her small matching black handbag then highheeled her way over to her shoe rack, picking up a pair of flats and stuffing them in as well. The way those heels made your aunt's butt curve made you swallow.

"For work?" you wondered dimly.

"Well yeah," she said. "I can't take that many days off in a row... though I'm still taking a half day today. I'll be back after the meeting." There wasn't really much input you had to offer on that front so you just nodded. She raised an arm and jangled the loose watch on her wrist to look at the time. "And I'm running late," she sighed, then pointed to your crotch. "Alright, pants down."

You blinked dumbly at her for a moment then realised that she needed her morning load. Putting her handbag onto the kitchen counter your aunt considerately asked "do you need to use the laptop?" You tried not to make it too obvious that you were just staring at her up and down and shook your head.

"No I should be good," you said, taking your hardening cock out.

"Alright then," your aunt said, trying very hard to sound casual about the whole thing but you could see beads of sweat forming on her forehead. When she got down to her knees in front of you it was hard not succumb to your jellying legs. She wasn't looking at your dick of course, just sort of glancing over at the fridge and occasionally licking her lips as she thought of other things. She seemed so formal and no-nonsense dressed like this, while patiently waiting for your cum, you found yourself raging hard in a matter of seconds. Absently your aunt adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, then realising how it might be an issue she took them off. She quickly stood and placed them next to her handbag on the counter then resumed her kneeling in front of your furious masturbating. You breathed and swallowed, so turned on at the scene of it that you took a step towards your aunt subconsciously. She noted your movement and looked up, eyes landing on your cock and staying there.

You felt a throb watching her watch you, and you saw her lips move as if she wanted to speak. How could a fully dressed woman look this incredibly sexy? She tilted her head as if to get a different view of your cock.

"What is... is that precum?" asked your aunt, sounding surprised. A bead of it was steadily growing from the tiny slit of your throbbing penis.

"Yeah," you said, keeping your voice from shaking. "Also called Cowper's fluid. Or Pre-ejaculate. Etcetera." Your aunt made a face at that.

"Cowper's fluid? Sounds unpleasant..." she noted.

"I think it's named after a dude," you guessed. Snorting at that your aunt just smiled again and kept watching your precum, fascinated. When gravity finally had it's way and the bead slid down your shaft and onto your fingers she almost gasped. You kept leaking more and more Cowper's fluid as your strokes got faster.

"So that's like a dude's natural lube," she said, her interest in biology apparently renewed. Since she was a lesbian you couldn't fault her for her ignorance in things penis related.

"One of it's uses," you answered, which only raised more eyebrows. "I mean the fluid has other properties too." You didn't really feel like explaining everything about precum and your aunt just nodded her head. There were a few seconds of silence as thoughts played across your aunt's face.

"What does it taste like?" she said, straight faced. Fuck. "Er I mean, does it taste different to your cum?" she added quickly. You sucked in a breath through your teeth and shrugged.

"I've never tried," you said, and you clenched your butt cheeks seeing your aunt swallow her saliva build up. "I'm close," you warned. At that Aunt Les just opened her mouth, dropping her jaw for you and leaning forward but stopping short of touching you. You kept stroking, looking down at your aunt with her tongue out, her warm breath on you, her eyes not closed this time and looking up right at you. "I... I don't want to get it on your clothes..." you breathed. She glanced down at your cock and possibly at her skirt, then, gaze finding yours again, she engulfed the head of your cock in her mouth. You groaned, the hot wetness past her lips making you shiver all over. For a bout three seconds she sucked gently on you, tongue tasting the precum off the tip of your dick. As you started to cum your aunt moved forward a bit, drawing more of your cock into her mouth and you grunted, almost sounding frightened at how unexpected and amazing that was. You let go of yourself. She had taken about a third of you, and you could feel her tongue lapping at the underside of your head this time, coaxing out the hot load spurting out of your cock without you needing to stroke. Your aunt couldn't quiet her own moan as she felt you pulsing around her soft lips. Daring a little, you moved your hips just slightly, almost imperceptible, but the small amount of friction was like tiny explosions running along your shaft. A little caught up in the sensations your final few spurts had you thrust a little more noticeably but your aunt didn't seem bothered.

Finally spent you stepped back, your aunt slurping as your cock was removed from her mouth. She tilted her head back and seemed to hold her mouthful of your cum for a few seconds before swallowing the load. She gently stroked a hand on her neck then stood, gently gnawing on her lower lip.

"It's saltier," she noted, picking up her glasses and wrapping them onto her face. "The precum I mean. Compared to the cum." Picking up her handbag she slung it over a shoulder and turned to the door. "I should be back by 2?" she guessed, giving you a slight wave with two fingers up like a peace sign. You just nodded and waved back.

"Have a good meeting!" you added as she closed the door.

For a few moments you just stood there, a bit dazed and bit trying to recall every detail of the last couple of minutes to commit them to memory. You pulled your pants up then went to file some research.