Aunt in her 50s

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It happened in the summer of 2008, during the Olympics. During the day, TVs in restaurants and shopping malls were broadcasting various competitions live.

That noon, after lunch, I went out to buy cigarettes and then strolled along the tree-lined street. Turning into a residential area, I saw a newly opened "adult health products" store. The storefront was new, and the many trees in front made it quite discreet. A beaded curtain hung on the door. Seeing no one around, I went inside. There was only a woman in her fifties eating watermelon. Seeing me enter, she quickly stood up and greeted me softly, "Young man, what would you like?"

To be honest, I was a little reserved going into a store like that, but seeing that she was quite old, I relaxed a bit and pretended to be very worldly, saying, "Just browsing." The woman stood to the side without saying anything. Seeing me browsing aimlessly, she couldn't help but come over and point to the sex toys on the shelf, explaining them to me in a very soft voice, very close to me.

I secretly observed the woman. Although she was quite old, she had a good figure and fair skin, somewhat like a retired teacher or doctor. I couldn't help but feel a little... I pointed to one of those purple butterfly-shaped handheld devices on the shelf (the kind that attaches to a woman's genitals, with two heads, the longer one inserted into the vagina and the smaller, soft one used to stimulate the clitoris) and asked her, "Don't you have the wireless remote-controlled kind?" The auntie said, "This one is very useful. Although it's wired, you can just pull it up to your waist and put it in your pocket. It's very convenient to operate." She spoke as if she had used one herself. I looked directly into her eyes and said, "You've used one?" The auntie's face flushed red, and she laughed, saying, "These are for young people. I'm too old for that." I still looked directly into her face and said, "What do you mean 'old'? Besides, this doesn't discriminate between young and old. Does being old mean you don't want to play anymore?" The auntie shook her head, blushing and laughing.

I thought to myself, someone who can run a shop like this probably isn't that traditional, so I became bolder, moved closer to her, almost touching her body, and whispered, "You're not old at all, you're very beautiful, and you've maintained such a good figure." As I spoke, I raised my hand and brushed the back of my hand against her chest. She flinched back a little, but didn't get angry. I leaned closer, staring at her chest, and said, "Still so hard." Her face flushed, and she whispered, "You're so horny. Are you thinking of buying your lover a toy?" I didn't answer, leaned closer, and grabbed her hand. She gently pulled away, and I took the opportunity to let her hand touch my already bulging crotch. She chuckled and said, "So horny. You get hard just from talking." I glanced at the door, quickly unzipped my pants, and took out my penis. She was startled and turned to look at the door, saying, "What are you doing? Someone might see." But her eyes remained fixed on my penis. I pulled her hand back to my penis, and she didn't object, though I could feel her hand trembling. At first, she was stiff, but after a while, she took the initiative to hold my penis.

The room was small. Besides the shelves against the walls, there were only two chairs in the middle. We stood facing each other, glancing at the door out of the corner of our eyes. It was summer, and everyone was wearing light clothing; the aunt's clothes were loose. I first touched her breasts through her clothes—they were really firm, like a young woman's, not like those of a 50-year-old. She started breathing rapidly, her hand still on her penis, avoiding eye contact.

I reached down from above the top of her shirt, lifted her bra, and touched her nipple. It was large, really the size of a grape, and already hard.

She was very nervous, glancing at the door every now and then. I pinched and rubbed her nipple for a while; her whole body tensed up, and her hand holding my penis was sweating.

I took my hand out, unzipped her pants (the kind with an elastic waistband) with one hand, and touched her genitals directly with the other. It felt hot and wet. Excitedly, I caressed her there. Suddenly, she released her grip on my penis, pulled my hand out of her pants, and stepped aside, straightening her clothes as she said, "You're really bold. What if someone sees us?" I smiled, put my penis back in, and just as I zipped up my pants, a middle-aged man walked by.

The aunt quickly gave me a wink, I nodded, and left.

[The End]

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