My real experience with the tour guide auntie 1-25

My Real Experience with a Tour Guide:
During my university years, my family became quite familiar with a tour guide. We met on a trip, and she led several tours afterward. Since we were from the same area, we naturally became acquainted. I almost never went on those trips with my parents. When I traveled with them, we usually just looked at the scenery and did some shopping, which didn't really interest me. Plus, they usually traveled on weekdays to avoid crowds. So, I only remember going with my family once, and meeting the tour guide only once. She was probably around 35-40 years old. I heard she had a child, probably in elementary school, and was divorced. She was raising her child alone and leading tours, and she seemed to be doing alright.
As we got to know each other better, we often returned to the departure point around 6 or 7 pm, sometimes even 8 or 9 pm. She lived in a more distant area, and since people from our village often asked her to lead tours, she would come here two or three times every few months. My family felt it was too tiring for her to travel for three or four days at a time, especially since she's a woman, to go back home every night. So, over time, she would occasionally stay overnight at my place and go back the next day.
I live on the second floor, and there's an empty room next to my room. I usually keep a wardrobe and some other things there, and it's used as a guest room when guests come. Because of this, I usually keep that room very clean, and it even has air conditioning. There's a window between my room and the guest room next door. The guest room is mostly closed when it's empty, but it's opened occasionally for ventilation when it gets too hot, but it's mostly kept closed. On the other side of the guest room is a door, and next to the door is another window. This window is usually open, otherwise the whole room would get stuffy and smelly.
It was my aunt's first time staying at my house. I was half asleep because she seemed to arrive in the middle of the night. I only heard people talking in my sleep, and then someone checked into the room next to mine. I didn't pay any attention to it because my relatives sometimes come to stay, and I assumed it was some kind of aunt, uncle, or child, so I continued to sleep soundly. It wasn't until the next day, when my aunt was chatting with my family at my house, that I learned that it had been too late the night before, and she had stayed overnight and was only going back later. This was the second time I had seen this tour guide aunt. Hmm, she was actually quite beautiful without makeup! Wow, the last time I went out with her, she was wearing makeup and dressed quite fashionably, so I thought she was a mature and charming woman, but I always assumed it was all makeup. I didn't expect to see her without makeup this time; her skin was definitely well-maintained, so hydrated.
She was wearing a large t-shirt and chatting with my mom. She probably hadn't woken up and wasn't really on guard, because it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were probably quite large, stretching the t-shirt open, and the thin material made her nipples very obvious. But because the shirt was yellow, it wasn't exactly revealing; besides the shape, it wasn't very clear. Her t-shirt was very long and large; I still find it strange how long a t-shirt could be. It wasn't quite a skirt, but it covered her buttocks and exposed her entire thigh. So I wondered, was she wearing pants or not?
I came downstairs, greeted them, and my mom went to get breakfast while I talked to the housekeeper. Young men usually have a hard penis when they first wake up. Although it had been a while, mine hadn't completely gone down; it was in a semi-erect state. Plus, I hadn't washed up yet and was wearing loose, thin boxer shorts. Seeing her dressed like that, she exuded a sexy and mature charm. After talking to her for a bit, I couldn't help but get even harder. She was sitting while I was standing, so she must have clearly seen the large bulge in my penis. I'm not usually shy or conservative, so I just let it stand there without trying to hide it. I noticed that she started glancing down occasionally while talking, but it was all very casual. A smile played on her lips, and then she lifted her chin, pointed at my penis, and said, "Do you have a girlfriend yet? You look great, huh?" Since she was so open, I didn't take it to heart and playfully replied, "Well, I guess that's what happens when you're so sexy, auntie." "Really?" She stood up with a smile, her breasts swaying quite a bit. As she walked past me, she gently hooked her hand up from under my erect penis. "Walking your bird, huh?" she said, giving me a smirk and a glare before going to help in the kitchen. My
second real-life experience with the tour guide auntie:
After taking care of myself, I washed up and went out for breakfast. As I approached the table, I saw the auntie give me another sidelong glance, then chatted happily with my mom, just as nonchalantly as ever. They were almost finished eating. I sat down at a long table, my mom and I each sat on one side facing each other, and my aunt sat on the shorter side of the table, which was diagonally to my left. After my mom finished eating, she went into the kitchen and started fiddling around. My aunt asked me how often I came back, and other random questions. While talking to me, she chatted with my mom in the kitchen, saying, "I hope my little one grows up to be like your son." I knew she liked me from the first time she saw me. On our first trip together, she led the tour and kept saying she wanted to be my godmother, but we're about ten years apart, so being a mother was a bit of a stretch, and being an older sister was a bit too much, so she didn't become either.
A little while later, she came back to talk to me. Suddenly, she bent over a lot. I thought she was going to pick something up, but she looked at my genitals and said, "It's gone down," then smiled happily, as if I had been caught doing something wrong. Although she only bent over for a moment, her neckline opened quite a bit, and due to the angle, I could only vaguely glimpse the bulge of her upper breasts. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts swayed quite a bit, looking soft and supple. After finishing her meal, she went upstairs first. My mother cleared the table and told me to take my things to the kitchen after I finished eating. Then she went to the living room to read the newspaper. I asked the auntie when she was leaving, and she said she'd probably leave shortly after tidying up. So I went upstairs too.
The auntie slept in the guest room next to mine last night. I would definitely pass that room when I went back to my room, but it wasn't a direct walk past the always-open window; I had to turn back into the hallway leading to the bathroom on the second floor to see the window directly. When I went upstairs, the guest room door was closed. I went to the bathroom to get hairspray, but as I passed the window, I suddenly realized it was still open? Could it be? I glanced over deliberately and saw the auntie tidying up. She had taken off her big t-shirt and changed into underwear, but hadn't put her clothes back on yet, just rummaging through things.
My heart skipped a beat. To be honest, the auntie had maintained her figure very well, only her waist and thighs were a little fleshy, but not to the point of being fat. For a woman almost 40, such a figure was truly amazing. I had already noticed that her bust was quite large, and even through her bra, a deep cleavage was still visible, probably a D cup. Her underwear was probably not a matching set because it was for home, but rather a light blue bra with black panties underneath, the part covering her buttocks slightly transparent, super sexy.
The auntie had probably finished tidying up when she suddenly turned to the window to get some clothes from the hanger. Our eyes met, and I, standing outside, panicked a little, pretending to have just come from the bathroom and was passing by. I said, "Auntie, do you need any help?" Then, feigning composure, I stood by the window and pretended to peek inside. Because of her earlier gesture and her funny, somewhat uninhibited way of speaking, I had a feeling she might have deliberately left the window open. But to my surprise, she didn't look surprised at all. She smiled at me, walked in through the window, and took the clothes from the hanger. "No need," she said, "I think I've already tidied everything up. Could you take my bag down for me?" "Okay." I went around to the door and knocked (a slightly funny gesture, since everyone's already seen everything, haha), then opened the door and went in. I saw her put on her top, straighten it, and then turn to get her skirt. "Thanks, I wonder when my little darling will be big enough to help me carry things, haha. But if he really gets that big, I think I'll be old by then," "No way, Auntie has a great figure, looks so young, doesn't look like she has a child at all. I'd even date her if you asked me to," "Really? Your figure has changed, hasn't it?" Although she had already put on her clothes on her upper body, she was only wearing underwear on her lower body. She looked at herself, then wiggled her legs and pinched her thighs and buttocks here and there. "Yeah, Auntie's figure is just as good as my classmate's, heh," she laughed.
I looked at her panties. Although there was lace trim in the front, I could still clearly see her pubic hair. It wasn't very obvious because the panties were also black, but I could still see a thick patch of hair wrapped in the thin fabric. As she moved around, trying to put on her skirt, I looked at her buttocks. Because the panties were very fitted, even a little tight, they constrained and made her full buttocks appear even fuller. From behind, her buttocks were almost completely transparent. The white flesh of her buttocks covered by the thin black fabric was incredibly alluring and sexy.
I waited until she was dressed and had fixed her hair in front of the mirror before we went downstairs together. Unexpectedly, as we went downstairs, she couldn't resist teasing me again, glancing at my crotch (which was already erect), "Still up to no good, huh?" She laughed and lightly teased "it," adding, "Be careful your mom sees it, won't you be embarrassed?" Then she deliberately walked ahead of me, intentionally shielding me downstairs. I, meanwhile, stood behind her with a huge, rock-hard erection, as hard as could be. I put down my bag and made an excuse to leave, "Auntie, come again next time! I need to use the restroom, Mom, I'll go upstairs first," and then stomped upstairs.
My mom took the aunt out and drove her home. I went to the bathroom and masturbated again. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, wondering what kind of person this aunt was. I was a little worried, afraid that if I said or "looked" too much, I'd be criticized, ruining our relationship and adding to the awkwardness. But then again, I felt she was so sexy, with a mature woman's openness, openness about sex.
I had absolutely no idea what to do. I just kept recalling her breasts swaying under her t-shirt, her black panties, the pubic hair they covered, and her buttocks exposed by the transparent material. I also remembered her half-smiling eyes, the sensation of her fingernails lightly brushing against my erect penis, then her increasing the pressure and speed of her right hand gripping my penis, clenching her buttocks, thrusting her lower abdomen forward, and ejaculating completely, almost to the point of exhaustion. Half an hour later, I reached another climax. (This is a separate, unrelated paragraph
about a tour guide's experience.)
Auntie's second stay at our house was several weeks later. Actually, it wasn't the second time, but rather that I happened to be staying at home that time, and that was the second time I encountered her staying at my house. She probably stayed a few more times in between. She arrived home around 9 a.m. that day, carrying several bags and wearing a super short, tight skirt (is that appropriate for a tour guide? Ah, maybe you should ask Chen Meifeng, ugh, it's cold). Her top wasn't anything special, and I don't remember much about it. She was wearing stockings, and her thighs exposed outside the tight skirt looked so voluptuous—truly the charm of a mature woman. I helped her carry the bags upstairs while she chatted with her family downstairs. I had a rather wicked thought about maybe opening the bags to see if there was anything good, but even though I'm a little perverted, I'm still quite upright (hey, no, I don't know why, I just didn't think that way at the time, you know, sometimes people just have that inexplicable bright side, like Maruko suddenly wanting to study hard). After putting her luggage away, I went into my room and turned off the TV (I had just been suddenly called downstairs to get some things), and then went downstairs too.
When we got downstairs, they were having a chat. I casually flipped through the TV, listening half-heartedly. My aunt talked about where she'd gone this time, how exhausted she was, and so on. My mom asked about the skincare products she'd recommended last time, and so on. It was basically a series of unrelated conversations. Because of my seat, I couldn't see my aunt's sexy panties (what a pity, oh dear, where did this evil angel come from? Hit her down! Hit her down!). My aunt was sitting diagonally opposite me, with my mom in the middle. But looking at my aunt's legs from the side, her short skirt was pulled up even higher, almost completely exposing her thighs. Wouldn't it be a bit too dangerous for her to be out like that? But then I immediately thought, maybe this is some kind of underworld tactic, like how we sometimes stamp students' names as "good students" or give them candy as gifts. Heh.
My aunt seemed quite happy to see me at home, and kept telling my mom to come over to her house next time, otherwise she'd get bored at home alone. She even said she was worried I'd be too bored. Of course, I replied, "No, Auntie! Maybe I should come over sometime. I want to see your little brother too!" My mom chimed in, "Yeah, let's set a time. We've never seen your son before." Then we had some more aimless chatting. During the conversation, my aunt would smile at me, and I would smile back. But there seemed to be something more to those smiles than just smiles. To me, it was a bit of a mystery—maybe there was nothing at all. But this feeling also added a layer of anticipation. After
sitting there for a while and seeing that nothing was really going on, I went upstairs. They chatted for about half an hour before my mom urged my aunt to take a shower. She said she'd been tired for days and should rest well, and we could talk after she finished showering. My aunt went upstairs to take a shower. One window in the two rooms was still closed, while the other was open. She was just tidying up inside. My bathroom doesn't have any special mechanisms, so all I could hear was the sound of running water and the strong scent of shower gel. That sound and smell actually gave me a strange, exciting feeling—a feeling I'd never experienced before.
When she came out, she looked like Venus made of foam, her skin white and smooth, her hair still wet, and her body still damp (my lower body was wet too, sigh). She slipped on her slippers and came to my room to talk to me. The auntie was visiting my room for the first time. As soon as she came in, she exclaimed, "So many books! Do you usually read here?" "No, most of them are just for decoration, and many are even made of cardboard, haha," the auntie laughed. She was still drying her hair with a large towel, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. This time, she wasn't wearing one of those weird, super-long jumpsuits, but women's pajamas—real women's pajamas. I say this because the pajamas were so short that her stomach would probably be exposed if she raised her arms. She wore something similarly silk, I couldn't tell if it was pants or a skirt, but it was all flowing and incredibly short. The whole set was light purple, and her braless breasts were clearly visible. Because the pajamas were thin, wide, and clingy, her D-cup breasts were obviously prominent. The front was cut open, revealing a large area below. If she bent over even slightly… Grandma would definitely run out to greet me, and with her hair drying, her breasts were swaying. When she came in, I turned around and saw her dressed like that, and I actually cursed in my mind (not that I was unhappy, but sometimes I do swear when I'm too excited). Then I couldn't take my eyes off her chest. Her pajamas were fluttering, and I felt like I was floating, my heart was pounding, and my blood was pumping hard, making a booming sound.
Those two simple sentences barely masked my anticipation, excitement, and unease. "How often do you come back? It's just Mom at home, you should come back more often. Don't forget your mom just because you have a girlfriend, you kids," she said. Then came the casual conversation. Her aunt kept inviting me to her house; she wanted to cook a nice meal for me and could even tutor her son. As she said this, I answered her, but the whole scene was dark. I could only see a pair of almost completely exposed legs, and occasionally, as she turned, the edge of her buttocks would peek out because her shorts were so short—so fleshy and tender (was she wearing underwear?). And then there were her constantly swaying breasts, slightly sagging, but that was probably due to their fullness, and the natural curve of her breasts without a bra. Her nipples were quite large; although the opaque fabric of her clothes made it hard to see clearly, their protruding shape made it even more captivating.
"Aren't you afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight?" Auntie smiled again, and I realized that I had really overreacted this time. But maybe it wasn't that I overreacted, but rather that with her clothes and actions, it was impossible for anyone not to lose control, especially since I was at the peak of my sexual desire. Auntie was too wicked! Wasn't she afraid that I would do something too embarrassing? I was now completely certain that she was doing it on purpose. She didn't object to me seeing such a sight, and even intentionally created opportunities, but could I take it a step further? Was she just using her age to tease me playfully, to gain some malicious pleasure related to sex and youth, and that was it, or was she encouraging me to take another step?
I smiled sheepishly, "Auntie, your figure is too good, I really can't handle this." "Hehe, just let me know if you need anything." Auntie was so mean, teasing me like that, making it hard to tell if she was telling the truth. The choice in this game was entirely hers; I could only follow her lead. If I guessed right, there was no loss—her age and position gave her considerable leeway in her choices. If I guessed wrong, the game was over. She was just being playful and open, teasing me, and I misunderstood, making things incredibly awkward.
My lower body felt like it was on fire; my erection was painfully uncomfortable. But on the other hand, I was incredibly excited. To some extent, at least my aunt had drawn a line that didn't object to me showing her body, so I was no longer awkward and could more freely indulge in this springtime experience. Her light purple nightgown was thin, wide, and form-fitting, both top and bottom extremely short, feeling so soft, smooth, and light. Seeing a mature woman's body through such "covering" was a different story. Although I already had sexual experience, I hadn't seen a beautiful body many times, let alone experienced this kind of sexual teasing. I felt my glans was incredibly sensitive; even the slightest friction brought immense pleasure. I had been secretly rubbing my hard penis against the inside of my thighs since earlier, and then my anus reflexively contracted, my penis throbbed intensely, and I ejaculated.
That night, my aunt chatted with me in my room for a while before going back to her room to rest. Although I had ejaculated, I couldn't get up to go to the bathroom because my aunt was there, so I just sat there. Later, when
I went to the bathroom to clean my underwear, the front of my underwear was wet, so I had to change into a new pair. When my aunt turned off the light to rest, the other window was still open, and since we usually keep the hallway connecting to the bathroom lit, we could see into the room. I turned off the room light as well, and about an hour later, I dared to sneak up and go around to the window to look at my aunt's room. At that time
, my aunt wasn't fully covered by the blanket, but was lying on her side hugging the blanket, with her back to the window, which allowed me to see her entire body clearly. She was still wearing that nightgown, but she was wearing underwear, because she had taken off her outer pajama bottoms, revealing a "half-underwear" that was entirely made of lace. The first time I saw this kind of underwear (I saw it a lot later, lol), how should I describe it? It wasn't a thong, it was more like boxer shorts, because the bottom edge was flat, but it only reached halfway up the buttocks. That is to say, it covered the upper part of the buttocks, but the lower part was completely exposed, incredibly sexy. Even through the dim light, I could still see that the lace underwear was white, no wonder the bottom edge was completely exposed when I was wearing pajama pants earlier. I was becoming more and more certain that Auntie was doing it on purpose, lol.
Just like last time, Auntie went home in the morning. After two consecutive teasing sessions, Auntie and I seemed to be getting more and more tacitly aware of each other, but neither of us would expose the other. This sneaky feeling was very exciting. But I still felt strange, maybe I was really lucky, but I still didn't dare to be too open, but she seemed quite open, not avoiding these things, and looking back, it even seemed like it was intentional. I even secretly hoped that maybe there would really be a chance to take things further with Auntie.
Finally, the opportunity came.
My real experience with the tour guide auntie, part 4:
About a month later, when I came home from school for vacation, my mom told me to get ready to go to the tour guide auntie's house. "The tour guide auntie's house?" "Yes, she's been inviting us over, and since everyone's free today, it'll be good to go." "Okay." I didn't think too much about it; guys don't really need to prepare much, so I just went. It was
my first time at the tour guide auntie's house. It wasn't a big place; it was an apartment in a building with a building manager downstairs. The tour guide auntie lived on the sixth floor, and she was raising a child by herself. The child was in second grade, I don't remember very clearly, but I saw the child that day, and they played for a bit, but then the cleaning lady took the child away, so I don't remember much about it.
My aunt was dressed very casually that day, in sweatpants and a large white t-shirt. Underneath the t-shirt, her nipples were faintly visible. She wasn't wearing a bra; I'd noticed it as soon as she walked in. Her breasts swayed naturally as she walked by, a very alluring movement that made me stare at them. She let me look; we seemed to have a tacit understanding. I could tell from her eyes, haha.
While chatting with my mom, I wandered around. The apartment wasn't big, three bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen. One of the rooms was a suite; the door was open, presumably my aunt's room, because there was a bra casually tossed on the bed. My heart suddenly started racing, and I went inside. It was a dark blue, almost black bra with many light blue floral patterns embroidered on the cups. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent, but not very strong, mixed with a slight body odor, so it must have been worn before. I glanced at the back of the straps and confirmed for the first time that my aunt's bra size was 75D (but I've seen her with D-cups and even E-cups since, so I'm still not entirely sure). I looked around casually; my aunt's room was simply furnished: a large wooden wardrobe, a TV, a clothes rack, a large bed, and a small dressing table. That was about it. I looked at the other two rooms, one a child's room, and the other probably a guest room with an electronic keyboard. It seemed rather boring. (Actually, I had wanted to open the wardrobe to see if my aunt had any other sexy bras, but I felt it wasn't very discreet, so I left it at that. But that bra was openly displayed on the bed; otherwise, it would have been hard to miss.) This isn't my fault, lol. I just happened to wander out. My mom and aunt were going out to buy groceries together, and it wouldn't be right for me to stay at their house alone, so I had to go with them.
My aunt went into her room for a bit, I guessed she was going to put on her bra. Since my mom was there, I couldn't follow her in, but then I suddenly had an idea. I pretended to go to the bathroom. The layout of my aunt's house is such that her suite is on the left, the two small rooms are on the right, and there's a bathroom at the end of the hallway. So if I went to the bathroom and my aunt didn't close the door, I'd have a chance to see something good.
I pretended to go to the bathroom and passed by my aunt's room. Of course, she hadn't closed the door (lol), and she really was putting on her bra. As I passed by, she was turned to the side, having already taken off her large t-shirt and thrown it on the bed. She was holding the dark blue bra she had just worn, and her breasts were completely exposed—large and firm. This was the first time my aunt had fully revealed her breasts to me, and I was stunned for a moment; the impact was quite significant. I only remember that her areolas were quite large and dark brown. She saw me through the slightly ajar door (actually, it was quite open), smiled, glared at me, and then slowly put the bra on. I deliberately closed the bathroom door and pretended to go in, but I was actually peeping (or maybe it wasn't just peeping anymore, lol). Then she turned around and took off her sweatpants, which were a set of dark indigo underwear that matched the bra. They had lace embellishments in the front and the buttocks were made of sheer mesh. Then she changed into jeans and took off the large t-shirt she had just worn. I put on my T-shirt, straightened myself, and went out.
I'd been standing at the door the whole time, but this time I didn't bother to hide anymore. "Have you had enough of looking at me?" Auntie chuckled lewdly. "Auntie's figure is absolutely amazing." I got bolder and bolder. "Auntie's butt is so round and perky, it would look amazing in a thong." (Actually, it's just that I like looking, haha.) "There'll be a chance." At that moment, Auntie deliberately knocked on the bathroom door. "Hurry up!" (She's so cunning!). I responded with an "Okay," and then went out to buy groceries with my mom and auntie. (A guide to Auntie's real experience 5)
I followed my mom and auntie to the nearby evening market, wandering around. I don't know much about this stuff, and I'm not picky about what I eat. They asked me what I wanted to eat, and I just said whatever. I was looking around on my own. Of course, there were some nice sights too, like some mature women bending over to pick vegetables, because they were all wearing low-cut T-shirts. I was wearing a T-shirt, so my eyes got a lot of ice cream (which made me feel full, lol). I was bored for about an hour (girls really take a long time to shop). Then I went back to my aunt's house. Asang and my aunt's precious son had also come home.
The two girls went in to cook and prepare the food. Asang, whom my aunt had invited, left. My brother and I were left in the living room. We just flipped through the TV and watched whatever we could find. After a long time (I'm an impatient person), the delicious food was finally served. My mom, aunt, brother, and I ate dinner together. To be honest, my aunt's cooking was really good. We were all stuffed. After dinner, I helped my brother with his homework (that's my job, after all). My mom and aunt cleaned up the table and then went to chat in the living room. While I was helping my younger brother with his homework (actually, he did most of the work; I went to 7-Eleven to buy a drink, took out the trash for my aunt, and then went to her room again. This time, only the jeans I'd been wearing were on the bed; my aunt hadn't taken off her bra since coming home and was bored, so she came back to check on my brother's homework).
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside. My aunt ran back to her room, closed the door, and then it was quiet. My mom continued watching TV outside. I came out and asked my mom if she was going out. "Oh, right, I'm going out for a walk with your aunt. She's changing clothes. Do you want to come?" "No, I'll just watch TV here. Will it take a long time?" "No, it'll be fine. Just watch for a bit." My aunt changed her clothes, put on a skirt and a top, and went out in slightly heeled sandals.
A long time passed. I finished helping my brother with his homework and watched TV with him, since my aunt had told me to... My younger brother has to go to bed no later than 9:30, so I had to urge him to go to sleep, but I still managed to get him to fall asleep around 10:00.
My mom and the others didn't get home until almost 10:30. As soon as they came in, my aunt asked, "Is my younger brother asleep yet?" (Is this really that important? Why do kids have to go to bed so early? Can't there be kids who are depressed and like to stay up late?) "He just went to sleep. What did you buy?" Then came bags and bags of things. They took out clothes one by one, and then the two women went into my aunt's room, probably to try on some clothes.
A moment later, Mom suddenly screamed from her room, "Go take a shower first, we're staying here tonight." Huh? I didn't bring any clothes. Mom threw out a change of clothes from her room, "Auntie has some here, just change into whatever you like." Anyway, I don't know why there were men's clothes, but the pants and shirt looked really cheap, so they were probably old-fashioned men's clothes. There was also a pack of tissue underwear. I went in and took a shower. After I finished, I saw Mom come out; she must have showered in Auntie's room too, wearing Auntie's clothes, and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. After exchanging a few words and telling me not to stay up too late at someone else's house (please, I'm a night owl anyway), I went into my aunt's room.
My mom and I are complete opposites; she's an early bird, once falling asleep by 9:30 PM – I really admire her. While I was watching TV in the living room, my aunt came out and chatted with me casually, talking about my younger brother, just rambling. She had changed back into her sweatpants and a large t-shirt, but this time she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were naturally swaying. "Did you like the food tonight? I cooked it a bit salty, huh?" (She likes salty food, huh?) "No, Auntie's cooking is amazing. I want a wife like you someday." She chuckled, and her chest bounced violently again. "Auntie, don't laugh like that. With such a great figure, I can't handle it!"
I decided to be bold and test the waters. "You're so horny! You've been staring at my chest ever since you came in today." "I like curvy girls, but unfortunately, I can't find any. Every girlfriend I've had is a B-cup." "Cup size, huh?" "Boys like big breasts, because big breasts sag." "No, I think Auntie's are beautiful, perfect curves." Auntie laughed again, "You can tell so clearly just by looking at her?" Auntie really left the door open on purpose so I could see, hehe. "I'm going to take a shower, I'm all sweaty, you watch TV first." Ah, that's it. My heart was already pounding, hoping to see something better, but it seems hopeless. My
real experience with the tour guide auntie:
Auntie went into the room to get her clothes. Because my mom slept in Auntie's room, she went to the other room to shower. This shower was quite something! I was actually already hard, but that splash of water gradually made me go softer. My mind was racing, and suddenly my libido surged. I wanted to take care of myself while the aunt was showering, but it wasn't convenient since we were in her house. Then, the incredibly fragrant scent of shower gel wafted from the bathroom, alternating between quiet and the sound of running water, becoming increasingly arousing. I turned the TV down and listened intently to the sounds from the bathroom, but the alternating silence and running water, along with the ever-present fragrance, continued.
The aunt's shower took forever—over half an hour! During that time, I occasionally got up and wandered to the bathroom, not knowing what to do. I went to the kitchen to get a drink, tidied up the guest room for later, and went to the balcony (which is next to the living room) to look at the other apartments. There wasn't much of a view, since the aunt's building is sandwiched between other apartments. I couldn't see any scenery, so I circled back to the TV. There hadn't been any water in the bathroom for a while; the auntie must have finished showering, maybe doing some skincare or something (pooping?). Ugh, why did this ridiculous thought suddenly pop into my head again? Anyway, after fiddling around for a bit, I finally heard a click—the doorknob turned. I'd completely forgotten about the TV. Would the auntie be wearing that same nightgown again, like last time? If so, I'd really have to call her three times tonight.
The auntie stood at the bathroom door, paused for a while, then took off her shoes and went into the room. But I didn't hear the door close. A moment later, she came out again, locked the door, went back into the bathroom, and then walked from the bathroom to the living room. Even though it was only a short half-minute, I was so excited to see that flowing nightgown from last time that every sound was like thunder, and every movement made me slow my breathing to hear it more clearly.
"Are you hungry?" the aunt asked as she walked. "No, I ate so much tonight," she replied. "Would you like a drink or something?" Before I could answer, she was already in the living room, standing to my left. I noticed she had changed into a lace nightgown. The entire nightgown was made of lace, with what looked like sheer mesh between the lace pieces. Because only the pendant light above the dining table was on, I couldn't see clearly. The nightgown was very short, probably covering her navel, and it was incredibly form-fitting. I was about to say I wanted a drink, but I immediately stopped myself. At the same time, I still managed to say, "I'm a little thirsty, I'd like a drink," though I stammered a bit. I was just trying to appear calm. The nightgown the aunt was wearing was truly indecent, wasn't it? Her entire chest was practically bare. What could all that white lace possibly cover? Her areolas were clearly visible. When I turned around and first saw her, the sofa on the left had been covering her lower body. As I said I wanted a drink, she went straight into the kitchen, looking relaxed. But when her lower body emerged from the sofa
, I was stunned. Her underwear (I couldn't tell if it was underwear or pajamas) was incredibly sexy. She walked into the kitchen, and her lower body, previously hidden by the sofa, was now revealed. She was wearing a complete set of pajamas—or rather, sexy lingerie. The underwear was entirely made of lace, with elastic mesh between the lace pieces. It clung tightly to her full hips, but because it was small, it didn't completely cover them. From behind, about a third of her buttocks were exposed, but the part covered by the lace underwear was also fully visible, as the underwear was completely transparent.
She walked over carrying a bottle of soda. Her pubic hair was clearly visible from the front; she was practically half-naked. Although she was wearing pajamas and underwear, the entire outfit was made of incredibly fine mesh and lace, clinging completely to her body. My erection was rock hard. Watching her approach, I tried to remain calm. "Auntie, this dress is so pretty," I'll always remember saying that—a statement I don't know if it was stupid or just plain stupid.
The living room lights weren't actually on, but the pendant lights in the kitchen and on the dining table made the room dimly lit. Auntie was sitting to my left, so her body wasn't very noticeable, but my heart had practically stopped the moment I walked from the hallway to the kitchen. Auntie didn't say anything, just smiled slightly. She poured me a soda and casually watched TV. "What are you watching?" I felt a chill, then realized she was asking what I was watching. "Nothing, just browsing randomly, nothing interesting." "Then why are you watching? Aren't you going to sleep?" "I'm used to staying up late (how can I sleep?), I don't want to sleep at all right now." The aunt took a sip of her drink, then suddenly sat down next to me. She bent over and sat back down next to me in less than a second, and I saw her full breasts sway slightly, and her pubic hair peeking out from under her underwear. I was completely frozen.
"Seeing you like this, okay, I'll stop teasing you," the aunt smiled seductively and flirtatiously, leaving me completely wondering what she was going to do.
(Real Experience with a Tour Guide Aunt 7)
"Only you and I know this, can you promise me?" I couldn't think straight, staring at my aunt's nearly bare breasts under her pajamas. But I knew I had to stay calm. "I know," I replied with a smile, "It's a secret between us, it won't hurt anyone, it'll help each other." (I avoided using the phrase "mutual benefit" which sounded ridiculous.) "Help each other?" My aunt laughed again. "You're such a pervert, why are you pretending?" Without another word, she took off my shirt and started kissing me from the chest. I patted her back, and she straddled me. Suddenly, she bumped into my erect penis (I almost ejaculated). "Ouch, that hurts!" Auntie chuckled, pulling down my outer pants as well. "Here it is." I was a little scared; she was being too bold. "Here for now, hurry up." Auntie turned to the sofa on the left where she had been sitting, kneeling on the armrest with one leg and standing on the other, presenting her entire buttocks to me. I was completely out of my mind, not caring about anything else. I pulled off my paper panties, my penis so hard it hurt. I rolled down Auntie's lace panties and threw them on the sofa. I touched her vulva; it was completely wet. I didn't even rub it against her genitals. I adjusted the position and thrust it in completely.
We both groaned; it felt so good. Auntie probably hadn't done it in a while, but she didn't tell me to slow down, probably because she was already wet enough. "Hurry up," I said, supporting my waist, finding the right spot to thrust, and started pumping. I'd been holding back for so long. Looking at Auntie's buttocks, so big and full, I felt an incredible sensation down there. I pulled her lace top up a little and touched her D-cup breasts a few times. They were so bouncy! But because she was wearing a rather tight nightgown, they didn't sway much. So I simply pulled the top off completely. Auntie's hair got messed up by the clothes. She brushed it aside with one hand and supported her body with her elbow. I was actually close to ejaculating just now, and now that I was actually penetrating her, I really wanted to hold back, but that tingling feeling was unbearable. I thrust hard a few more times, and from the side, I could see her two big breasts shaking violently. Suddenly, my lower body seemed to convulse, and I ejaculated completely, in less than half a minute. (Sigh, I don't want to ramble on anymore, haha). After I ejaculated, I kept rubbing those breasts. Auntie was panting, her buttocks still swaying slightly. She hadn't even had her fill yet. I thought, I don't know what to say. Auntie turned her head and must have found my expression hilarious.
I pulled out my hand and gave her a few sheets of toilet paper from the table. "It's okay, it felt so good." She wiped her vagina a few times, pulled me onto the sofa, straddled me, and put her two big breasts up to me. Even an idiot would know to suck them. "Be gentle." I brushed her nipples back and forth with my tongue. Because my tongue is quite good, Auntie felt very comfortable. "You're good at sucking." Her waist kept swaying, and her buttocks kept circling between my legs. I held her breasts with one hand and wrapped the other around Auntie's waist, teasing her anus and labia from behind. Auntie was a little dry at first, but because my tongue was licking her lower body while my hand was gently rubbing her, she started to get wet again.
My penis always gets hard very quickly (at least this is a good thing, haha), she rubbed her buttocks a few times, and then it was fully inside me again. She started to shake, her two big breasts swaying back and forth in front of me, it was such a great stimulation, but because I had just ejaculated once, this time it was better. I held her waist, stroked her buttocks (so smooth, oh my), and brushed her nipples, even gently biting them a few times. I could tell she really wanted it, her expression was like she was being relieved, although she was moaning very softly, the deep breaths she exhaled from her chest were very heavy and loud. She hugged me very tightly, I rested my head on her shoulder, letting her breasts press tightly against my chest, The massage below was like grinding soybeans, deep and powerful. Auntie finally cried out, her voice incredibly seductive (she probably wanted to scream but had to hold back, so it only made her more seductive). "So comfortable," "So good," "Oh, so good," Auntie kept saying, each sentence ending with a breathy sound of uncontrollable pleasure. I kept taking deep breaths, matching her hip movements. She moved faster and slower, always in control. Because the sofa would sink deeper and become uncomfortable, I moved her a little, half-lying down, my buttocks on the edge of the sofa, my thighs stretched out over the edge. Auntie straddled me, her hands gripping the back of the sofa and the wall, and started rocking even more violently.
Because it was dark, I couldn't really see her expression clearly, but looking up from below, her breasts were really firm, and the shape of them swaying was beautiful. The auntie was actually moaning quite loudly (so lewd!), and I was really afraid my mom would suddenly open the door. Damn, that would be really... Of course, I wasn't completely letting loose, it was just that my anxiety, plus it was almost midnight, made it sound really loud. But the auntie probably thought the TV sound would drown it out a little, and it was really pleasurable (I really didn't give up, and she probably felt the same way, haha), so she kept moaning and groaning. "I'm going to cum," I told the auntie, and suddenly another wave of pleasure came over me. Hearing this, the auntie suddenly sped up, letting me penetrate very, very deep. Finally, when she twisted her hips, her waist arched to an exaggerated degree, truly an S-shape, her whole buttocks pressed back, her waist thrusting towards me, her two breasts raised high. A gush of hot, wet fluid shot out from below me. I ejaculated, and I slapped Auntie's buttocks. It was really loud, super loud. With that last thrust, I felt like I had gone as deep as I could. Then I got up and hugged Auntie. We both gasped for breath. "You were moaning so loudly!" "I don't care, it felt so good, so good." She kept swallowing. I was listening to the sounds coming from the room the whole time.
The auntie kept me inside her for a long time, just holding me like that. She held me really tight, and I held her really tight too. A strange feeling came over me. I smelled her scent, touched her smooth body, and kissed her shoulder. It felt like a girlfriend or wife, a kind of happiness, not just simple sex. My penis gradually softened, and then it seemed to slip out on its own. I didn't notice. After a while, the auntie got up. There was a lot of fluid on my pubic hair. She took some tissues and wiped it off for me and herself, then sat on top of me again, kissing me. I kissed her back. Of course, I also kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples. I'm a member of the dairy association, huh? We didn't talk much, just chatted about this and that. "You really did it?" the auntie suddenly blurted out. "I'm sorry." I felt like every word I said was stupid. The auntie laughed again, as if it was strange for me to apologize to her. "You can't get carried away." "You've leaked the secret, be careful next time." "That was so good, Auntie, your ass is amazing, your breasts are so full, your waist is so good at twisting, and your moans are so lewd." She slapped my head and glared at me, then got up and went into the bathroom naked. When she came out, she had changed into a more normal nightgown, the very long one I saw last time, with nothing underneath. Because I touched her butt when she came over, she followed suit.
She put away her nightgown, and I took the opportunity to ask her, "Auntie, do you have a lot of sexy lingerie? They look so good on." "I'll wear them for you to see slowly," she said in a flat voice, a little overwhelmed by my feelings. Haha, we watched TV for a bit, then she said she was going to sleep and told me to go to sleep too. "Let's do it again tomorrow," Auntie whispered in my ear as she got up. "But I have time. Everyone's here during the day," Auntie said casually, glancing at me slyly. "Auntie, do you have any thongs? I want to see." "Yes, I do. I'll wear them for you to see when I have a chance," she replied, and then went into her room. I flipped through the TV, still reliving the memory of Auntie's butt. Soon after, I went to my room to sleep, but I didn't sleep a wink all night. I kept getting up to drink water, my eyes wide open, listening for any sounds outside, but nothing came out. I just kept thinking about what would happen tomorrow, how long I could stay with Auntie like this. Would she suddenly get upset, and the whole thing become awkward? Oh well, today was a real relief. My life has turned around this time.
My Real Experience with the Tour Guide Auntie (8):
The next day, I slept until past ten o'clock. I probably hadn't slept much the night before, thinking about all sorts of things. My heart was pounding, my temples were throbbing, and my head felt heavy and dizzy. After drifting off to sleep, I opened my eyes to find it incredibly noisy outside.
I got up, without thinking too much, and went out in my boxer shorts. My younger brother was watching TV, and my auntie was bustling around, doing something I couldn't tell what she was doing. My mother was nowhere to be seen. "Get up, were you too tired yesterday?" my auntie said with a teasing smile. I was rock hard; waking up early usually makes you sexually aroused. If my younger brother hadn't been in the living room, and I wasn't sure where my mother was, I would have dragged my auntie over and taken her right there.
"Mom?" "Going to buy something, will be back in a bit," Auntie said, wearing casual home clothes, super tight thin pants, the kind made of milk silk, which made her round buttocks look even fuller. Her plump buttocks swayed as she walked, so fleshy, and my penis was incredibly hard. Auntie walked over, and I was standing in the hallway from the bathroom when I opened the bedroom door. I couldn't see her from the living room angle, so I couldn't help but reach out and grab her buttocks, kneading them. They were super full and bouncy, but this time Auntie was wearing a bra. She squatted down and pulled down my pants, ready to give me a blowjob, completely unaware that my little brother was watching TV in the living room just five meters away. My penis sprang out as Auntie pulled down her pants, and just as she was about to suck it, the doorbell suddenly rang. We both jumped up in fright. I quickly pulled my pants back up, and she got up to open the door. Oh my god, Mom had to come back from buying something right now.
"You're up?" I replied casually, turning to walk towards the bathroom. I splashed water on my face and rinsed my mouth, then closed the door to use the toilet. My penis was so hard it almost exploded when I first grabbed Auntie's butt, but the doorbell startled me and it immediately went soft. I had originally planned to masturbate while using the toilet, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Remembering that Auntie said last night she wanted to do it again today, I thought I'd wait for the right opportunity to sleep with her again.
After squatting on the toilet for a bit, I came out. My mom said she was going back after lunch. She hadn't cooked, so she bought a bento box on her way back. I was sleepy, so it seemed like there wouldn't be a chance to talk about it. Oh well, I glanced at Auntie. She didn't seem to react much. What the heck? Wasn't she incredibly horny yesterday? Why didn't she make an excuse to keep us a little longer today since we couldn't do it?
After dinner, Mom and the others chatted for a bit more before saying they had to go back. Auntie had a trip planned for next week, and it wasn't convenient for my brother to stay at home. Mom drove us back. My heart was pounding in my chest, suddenly soaring to the sky and then crashing to the ground. I felt completely exhausted. Although I've had a few girlfriends, this was the first time I'd been with a woman nearing forty whom I knew. Even though it only lasted a couple of rounds, somehow, I felt completely drained, and it felt like a hundred years had passed.
Because I was studying in another city, I went back to school the next day (I travel back and forth between home and school, and I only came back when I was single and had no classes). I hadn't heard from Auntie for a while. Damn, I thought, "Could it be like this? I've been so hopeful, masturbating every day, thinking about how sexy Auntie was that night. It can't be a dream, right?" But why did I also feel like I'd been played? But thinking about it carefully, it seems there's really no chance of meeting her, except maybe when my aunt goes on a tour and stays at my house, or sometime during the Republic of China era when I have the chance to visit her again. Damn, considering all that, it really feels like a dream.
That day, I didn't have class and ran home without telling my mom. Suddenly, I saw my aunt. My mom said she was going on a tour tomorrow and was staying overnight. My heart started pounding again. It had been almost a week. I knew she had a tour this week, but I didn't expect her to stay at my house first. I was wondering if she would pretend nothing happened and deny everything. While I was lost in thought, I glanced at another girl. Huh, what's this? Someone I don't recognize. "Call me Aunt Pingyu," I said. It turned out Aunt Pingyu was my aunt's best friend, and she was going on the tour with me. Because there were two of them, she was staying at my house a day early. What a shock! So, my dream of seeing my aunt again is ruined?
Aunt Pingyu is a year younger than my aunt, thirty-seven years old. She has a family and two children, but her husband is a businessman who often travels between mainland China and Taiwan. She doesn't have to worry about food or clothing. The children are taken care of by a nanny, so she usually spends her time visiting friends, shopping, and getting beauty treatments and plastic surgery. She really has plastic surgery, because I overheard them talking about these things with my mother without any hesitation, and they kept encouraging my mother to try it too. Aunt Pingyu said she had liposuction and breast augmentation (of course, I overheard them talking while I was squatting at the bottom of the stairs). No wonder, because Aunt Pingyu's figure is really amazing. When I saw her, I was too embarrassed to be too exaggerated since it was our first meeting, so I quickly greeted her and went upstairs.
But just one glance was enough to tell that her chest was indeed full. Aunt Pingyu was wearing a white t-shirt that day, a deep V-neck, and the t-shirt was loose, only reaching her arms, so the bra straps on both shoulders were exposed. They were dark purple, and I was too embarrassed to look before, but now I could see them clearly. The deep V-neck would occasionally reveal the purple bra, and her breasts were big and soft. Although my aunt already had a D cup, Aunt Pingyu's breasts seemed even bigger than my aunt's, much bigger, almost bursting out, probably no bigger than an E cup, maybe even an F cup. I was thinking randomly, and listening to their conversation, I felt my heart pounding, like I had a fever, and my face was hot and burning.
The three women were chatting happily. Because I had just returned and acted very tired, saying I needed to take a nap, they probably didn't think much of it. Suddenly, Aunt Pingyu asked Aunt Pingyu to take off her top so that Mom could see it. Mom was also very interested, after all, she had never directly seen or touched breasts before. When I heard this, the air froze, and I could hardly breathe. I held my breath, afraid that I might accidentally ruin this good thing. I was so excited that I almost fainted.
In less than a second, Aunt Pingyu clasped her hands together, flipped up her t-shirt from her waist, and pulled it off completely. A dark purple bra covered two soft, large, firm, and, most importantly, beautifully shaped breasts. Because of the movement of taking off her clothes, her breasts were slightly caught on the fabric, so they practically bounced out. Although they were tightly covered, they still jiggled quite a bit.
The bra straps were much thicker than usual, more than twice the width of normal bras, and there was extra fabric below the underwire. The dark purple bra was also slightly V-shaped, cutting diagonally deep between her breasts. I was almost overwhelmed; my breathing was slow and shallow, afraid of being discovered. I wanted to see more!
Aunt Pingyu let Mom reach out and touch it. Mom first touched it with her fingers, "It feels quite natural." Then she used her palm to gently touch it from below, and then grabbed it with her hand, "The shape is so beautiful, and the feel is so good. It's not hard, it's different from what I imagined. Although it's not as soft, it seems to be more elastic." The three women then started touching, looking, and talking all at once. Aunt Pingyu kept moving her body, waving her hands, and her breasts swayed back and forth. Damn, is there an earthquake? What's going on? I thank my ancestors for eighteen generations of good deeds in my past life. What am I doing now? I'm actually experiencing this kind of pleasure.
Perhaps because it was our first meeting, Aunt Pingyu didn't ask her to take off her bra (damn, otherwise I really would have pulled it out on the stairs and sprayed it on her). Aunt Pingyu probably spends a lot of money on skincare, her skin is very radiant, and more importantly, she's like a young girl, she has a belly button piercing, two shiny metal beads, one big and one small, shining there. Although her waist isn't as thin as a young hot girl's (many hot girls aren't thin these days, sleepy), it still shows off her curves. Maybe it's because her breasts are large, which makes her waist look thinner. Aunt Pingyu was wearing jeans, and because she was sitting, you couldn't see the shape of her buttocks, but looking at her thighs and the proportions of her legs, which can be considered beautiful, combined with her overall figure, she is definitely a super beauty, and even a super slut. Who would normally dress like that, especially since she's going on a tour tomorrow, she must be showing off. Compared to Aunt Pingyu, my aunt is nothing, so conservative. But maybe it's because we have such close girlfriends, so Aunt Pingyu's previous behavior is understandable.
Suddenly, it occurred to me, "Damn, could Mom be led astray?" I shook my head violently. That's terrifying! Although Mom isn't an ugly old lady, she's far less attractive than the two aunties. But Mom has a very easygoing personality and a very open-minded lifestyle, so she shouldn't cause any trouble, right? The more I thought about it, the more nauseous I felt. Forget it. But then it suddenly occurred to me that Aunt Pingyu is staying here tonight, and she'll definitely be sleeping in the room next to mine with my auntie. They're best friends, so it's not like we're... Auntie already said it. Damn, could it be that she brought Aunt Pingyu along to "play"? Damn, is that really possible? But the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. But maybe my auntie didn't say anything, since saying something like that is a big risk.
Anyway, with Aunt Pingyu sleeping next to my auntie tonight, I should have a good look at her, right? Or will my auntie be more reserved because of Aunt Pingyu? My mind wandered, and when I came back, Aunt Pingyu had already put her shirt back on. I waited a bit longer, but the topic was making me sleepy, so I sneaked back to my room, stripped naked, and tried to recall what had just happened. I started masturbating frantically, ejaculating a wad of toilet paper in less than thirty seconds. My
real experience with the tour guide aunt:
My dad is a businessman. Those years were bad; the economy was bad, and he closed down his companies in the south. He was being transferred back to the headquarters in Taipei, so he was constantly traveling between the south and Taipei. That week, he was almost always in the north. Our family was small, and my mom didn't want to cook, so for dinner, we suggested eating out.
There were four of us, and the restaurant wasn't far from home, so we decided to walk. My mom and Aunt Pingyu seemed to hit it off immediately; they had so much to talk about. They walked ahead, and my aunt and I walked behind.
"Have you been having any inappropriate thoughts about your Aunt Pingyu?" Auntie's sudden question caught me off guard. "Her husband is in mainland China, and she often travels. Several times she's been on tours with me, and a bunch of people were secretly watching her. She's daring and revealing, so whenever she's on a tour, it's a real treat for the guys." Hearing this, I suddenly realized, could it be that Auntie deliberately asked Aunt Pingyu to take off her clothes this afternoon? "I knew you were peeping, I was worried it might be too much for you to handle," Damn, that's exactly how she's been fantasizing. Auntie
probably felt caught out, and suddenly laughed, raising her voice, "Sigh, how did you actually dare to do it that day, being so timid?" I really couldn't figure out what Auntie was up to. Was Aunt Pingyu doing it on purpose too? "You told her everything about us?" "No, we're really good friends, we've done a lot of things that would scare you to death if I told you, but I've never had experience with a young boy. Although I know she's interested too, it's better not to tell her yet, it's more fun that way," the aunt said with a suggestive smile, as if she had some big secret.
I was getting more and more confused, I had no idea what the aunt was up to. "You don't seem that innocent, you're obviously very horny, yet you look so timid, no wonder you're so easily provoked," the aunt took the opportunity to tease me about my performance that day. Damn it, she just had to go this far. "You won't do anything, okay?" Auntie looked like she was about to faint. "Can't we just do it directly next time? Why ask so many questions? Don't you know that saying a lot of things will backfire?"
Auntie glared at me, and I saw three lines on my face. "Really, I can do 'that' with Aunt Pingyu?" Auntie was both amused and exasperated. She scolded me, "Didn't I tell you not to ask? Who knows about these things?" "Why don't you try to find out her attitude first? Otherwise, you'll really be in trouble." "You're such a typical case of being bold but cowardly. How did you dare to do it with me that day?" "You seem more approachable." Auntie seemed a little reluctant to talk to me but said meaningfully, "Your Aunt Pingyu is more...approachable." We
had a casual dinner and ordered a table full of dishes. During the meal, Auntie was perfectly normal. She asked about my school life, my internship next year (that year I was a senior), my dad's business, and some other random, unrelated topics. However, I noticed that since there were four of us sitting at a square table, Aunt Pingyu was sitting right across from me. In addition, she was wearing a deep V-neck top, and several times when she turned slightly to stand up to pick up food, although the neckline was low, I couldn't see it very clearly because of the angle. I noticed that several times when Aunt Pingyu stood up, my aunt's eyes seemed a little strange, a half-smile. Once, Aunt Pingyu was about to take some food from my plate, so she simply stood up, her buttocks off the chair, bending over so she was right in front of me, her neckline wide open, her two round breasts hanging down, super sexy. Although it was only for a second, my eyes met hers. In the past, I would have felt very embarrassed and awkward, but tonight I stared at her breasts for a moment, then moved my eyes from her breasts to her eyes, and casually continued my mother and aunt's conversation, then moved the plate in front of Aunt Pingyu, all relaxed and natural. The moment our eyes met, I smiled at her generously. She must have known that I saw her "glamour." The way she suddenly realized she had exposed herself but immediately let things continue naturally, from the way she smiled at me, I wonder how many things we both thought, haha.
When she sat back down, she glanced at her aunt and gave a sly smile, as if to tell her aunt that she had just done something wrong. Her aunt pretended not to know anything and continued talking to her even more outspoken mother. It seemed that Aunt Pingyu did not know that my aunt and I had slept together. The way she looked at her aunt just now seemed like both of them were expecting something.
When we got home, Aunt Pingyu said she was going to take a shower first. My mom told me not to disturb them, as they were leaving early the next morning, and to keep the TV down and go to bed early if I had nothing to do. I mumbled some answers and helped Aunt Pingyu carry her bags upstairs. I briefly explained how to use the bathroom to Aunt Pingyu. She came in with her change of clothes, and while I was showing her where things were in the bathroom, I noticed that the change of clothes she was carrying didn't have a bra (I'm in for a treat later), but she seemed to be deliberately showing me her light blue panties. She placed them on top, not even folding them properly. There was a small white bead hanging from the elastic band at the front of the panties, and the bottom had a carved, openwork design. When she put the clothes on the hanger, she deliberately unfolded the panties, as if checking something. The part of the panties covering her buttocks was made of transparent, elastic, sheer fabric.
She then turned the faucet and asked which side was hot and which was cold. As she turned the water tap, which was only close to her thighs, she bent over, her bra and breasts practically exposed. I adjusted the water for her and waited for it to heat up. During that half-minute, we chatted idly about random things. I don't know if she was doing it on purpose, but Aunt Pingyu definitely knew I was looking at her breasts, though she didn't confront me or straighten her clothes. She acted as if nothing was wrong and continued with her actions. However, she kept smiling suggestively as she spoke. I don't know if I was overthinking it or if her suggestive behavior was making me think more and more. When the water was hot, I ran out of things to say. I seized the opportunity to take one last look at that beautiful "scenery." "Be careful not to look too much, it might hurt your health," Aunt Pingyu said with a smile. My penis immediately became erect. "Auntie, you have a great figure," I replied generously.
"You're too fat. Okay, okay, I'm going to shower now. Do you want to shower with me?" Aunt Pingyu asked me, half-teasingly and half-jokingly. "Oh, no," I smiled and walked out.
After Aunt Pingyu went to take a shower, I went to the middle guest room. Aunt Pingyu wasn't there; she'd gone downstairs to talk to my mom again. I thought to myself, could I take advantage of this little bit of time to have sex? I was really pent up. I waited for another ten minutes or so, but Aunt Pingyu still hadn't come up. So I started masturbating. A few minutes later, Aunt Pingyu came up. I didn't even put on my pants anymore. She was startled when she came in. "Why aren't you making a sound?" she asked. "Waiting for you to scream for me.
Let me fuck you once, I can't take it anymore," Aunt Pingyu laughed, squatting down and taking my throbbing, red-hot glans into her mouth, sucking and swallowing. As the auntie was blowing on me, I lifted her clothes. She was wearing a white bra today, nothing special. While blowing on me, she took off her jeans. When she unbuckled her pants and pulled them down, damn, she was wearing a matching thong underneath. Then she turned around and leaned over the edge of the bed, sticking her butt out. Her butt was really perky and fleshy, and the thong made her look even sexier. "That ass is amazing," I thought. I pulled the bow tied around her waist, and the thong came off. I held my already rock-hard glans, aimed it at her vagina, and let it go inside.
Having endured for so long, I couldn't slowly thrust in and out. Plus, I was worried Aunt Pingyu might suddenly finish showering and come out. Aunt Pingyu's knees were slightly bent, her elbows braced against the edge of the bed. I held her waist, positioning her against her plump buttocks, and began to thrust wildly. Aunt Pingyu tried not to cry out, but she was still panting and moaning. She didn't want to change positions. We continued in this position for several minutes. As I continued, Aunt Pingyu's legs bent lower and lower, and she felt her legs going weak. As I continued, I helped her up, got her into position, and continued. Auntie's panting grew louder. She grabbed the blanket and bit it, and because the blanket was stuffed in, she started moaning loudly. Luckily, her voice was muffled and only I could hear it. I couldn't take it anymore. Since I couldn't make her buttocks slap loudly, I was afraid of being heard, so I just rubbed my glans inside her vagina, making circles. I stopped and started for a few minutes, and then I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed Auntie's breasts, my anus contracted, and I was about to ejaculate. "Your turn, oh!"
Damn, we were both startled by the sound and we both trembled. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Auntie Pingyu came out after washing. I released my semen and immediately pulled my glans out, trembling as I pulled, and ejaculated all over Auntie's buttocks. We were both incredibly flustered. I grabbed my pants and clothes from the floor and quickly put them on. Guys get dressed faster, and Auntie, who had just been penetrated and pulled out, collapsed to the floor. But there was no time for pleasure now. She hurriedly put on her clothes, wiping the semen I had ejaculated on her buttocks as she did so, leaving her bra aside. Plus, this thong required ties, so in her frantic movements, there was no time to put her jeans back on. Aunt Pingyu had already walked into the room. As soon as she turned the doorway, I said, "Now you should have a pillow and a blanket." Aunt Pingyu didn't expect me to be in the room and was a little surprised when she saw us, but she calmly pretended to talk to me, and I pretended to be nonchalant as well. However, Auntie was wearing a t-shirt on top and only a thong on the bottom. At that time, Auntie was facing Auntie Pingyu, and I saw that when Auntie Pingyu saw that Auntie was only wearing underwear, her eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly concealed it and then generously said, "It's your turn now," with a sly smile in her eyes. Aunt Pingyu seemed perfectly at ease, as if wearing only underwear in front of me wasn't a big deal.
Judging from the way Aunt Pingyu looked at Aunt Pingyu, there seemed to be a tacit understanding between us. However, Aunt Pingyu didn't know that what Aunt Pingyu and I had done wasn't just flirting, but that we had just finished.
The whole thing took less than three seconds. But Aunt Pingyu probably didn't expect that she was standing facing Aunt Pingyu. Although Aunt Pingyu knew that Aunt Pingyu was only wearing underwear and saw that the belt around her waist was slightly exposed, she thought it was just a sexy pair of underwear. But when Aunt Pingyu casually turned around to get a change of clothes, her round buttocks were revealed as she bent over. Only then did Aunt Pingyu realize that Aunt Pingyu was actually wearing a thong. I glanced at Aunt Pingyu's eyes, and her eyes seemed to be a mix of jealousy, surprise, and excitement. In short, she looked like a total slut. We continued chatting casually. I helped them tidy up the blankets and the room. Aunt Pingyu sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair while chatting with the other women about tomorrow's itinerary. The other woman was wearing a thong and walking around. No one really focused on the other woman's thong, but actually, the thong and the barely visible round buttocks made our hearts almost jump out of our chests.
My real experience with the tour guide aunt 10
After "tidying up" the blankets and the room (of course, that's a lie, I should say I made the room even messier, lol)
, I didn't seem to have any reason to stay there any longer. I told the other woman that I was going to take a shower first and to call me if I needed anything (actually, it was because I hadn't wiped off the semen I had just ejaculated, and since I wasn't wearing underwear, it kept dripping down). The other woman needed to use the bathroom upstairs, so I went downstairs to shower.
As a guy, I quickly took a shower and ran upstairs. Aunt Pingyu was still in the bathroom; she hadn't closed the door and was organizing her clothes for tomorrow. I usually just wear baggy pants at home, and after showering, I wore the same. As I walked past Aunt Pingyu's room, I casually mentioned that I could help her if she didn't know where anything was. Aunt Pingyu smiled and agreed, then started chatting with me. I stopped at the doorway and chatted with her.
Just now, because everyone's attention was on Aunt Pingyu (I believe Aunt Pingyu was too; although they're so close, seeing Aunt Pingyu so openly exposed in front of me probably startled her, though she pretended nothing was wrong), I didn't see that Aunt Pingyu was wearing a large t-shirt after her shower, covering her entire backside. However, since I saw her take her underwear inside, she must have been wearing something underneath, but it was covered by the t-shirt, making it look like she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Of course, Aunt Pingyu wasn't wearing a bra, because she hadn't taken one out at all. So I tried to stare at her chest, but because her t-shirt was so loose and she kept bending over to adjust her clothes, I couldn't see much. I stood at the door chatting with Aunt Pingyu, waiting for her to turn towards me. With that large t-shirt, her breasts would definitely be fully exposed, and then I'd get a good look. However, the aunt stood sideways while I was tidying her clothes on the bed. Occasionally she would stand up to get something, and although I could clearly feel her breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, jiggling a lot, I still couldn't see anything.
A while later, Aunt Pingyu came out after showering and told me to go to bed early because we had to meet at seven the next morning. I couldn't find any excuse to join in the fun, so I went back to the next room to watch TV. They fiddled around for half an hour, then turned off the lights and went to sleep. My room and the guest room were separated by a window, but of course, it was closed. I listened quietly to see if they were chatting and what they were talking about, but they didn't say anything private before falling into a deep sleep. I, on the other hand, got up to go to the bathroom, lay down and got up again, and didn't sleep well all night. I don't know when I finally drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, everything was quiet. The summer morning sun was particularly bright, shining through the window and stinging my eyes. I got up, and the next room was empty. Aunt Pingyu had packed her things and left long ago. My first thought upon waking was of the image of Aunt Pingyu lifting her clothes to reveal her entire breast yesterday, and of three people in the room with Aunt Pingyu walking around in a thong, her buttocks barely visible. I felt extremely excited, yet also a sense of loss.
After a quick brushing of my teeth and washing my face, and wandering around the house a bit, I went back to school in the afternoon.
At that time, I had met a new girl at school, so I didn't see Aunt Pingyu for a while (it seemed like I'd even lost touch with her). Because I had other (physical) comforts, it wasn't too bad, but that's another matter. The next time I heard from Aunt Pingyu was when my mom called, asking if I was free to help Aunt Pingyu's kids with their homework occasionally when I came home. Her youngest son was in fifth grade and her daughter was in eighth grade, and she said I could tutor them when I came home. Aunt Pingyu had already set a price, so it was considered tutoring. I said yes, but Aunt Pingyu's house was near my mom's, which was a bit far from ours, so it would be a hassle to drive there. My mom insisted it didn't matter, and that she could occasionally drop by, just like a trip. When I heard "just like a trip," a wicked thought crossed my mind—who knows, maybe I could actually have some fun—so I just casually agreed.
My mom came with me the first time I visited Aunt Pingyu's house (oh my god, she was such a nuisance, but it seems so disrespectful to my own mother, haha). Aunt Pingyu's house wasn't a single-story apartment like hers, but a four-story townhouse, which felt quite luxurious. She usually hired a housekeeper to clean, so the house was spotless. The first floor was the living room, the children's rooms were all on the second floor, Aunt Pingyu lived on the third floor, and the fourth floor was the guest room. My mom and Aunt Pingyu were talking on the first floor, and after a while I could hear Aunt Pingyu's voice too, probably because I was brought over. I was on the second floor teaching the children their homework. It was more like tutoring than teaching; after I finished the lesson, they could ask me questions, so most of the time I would pretend to walk around, actually just observing the layout. Suddenly, a wicked thought arose. My mom and the others were talking and laughing downstairs. My aunt's room was on the third floor, so why not go up and peek to see if there was anything lewd (I'd actually done this several times before; I'd peeked at my classmates' mothers' and sisters' underwear, and even some tutors' mothers, lol)? Thinking this, I quietly went upstairs. Since no one was around, I looked for a light switch and went into my aunt's room.
As soon as I entered, I was greeted by a fragrance, the kind unique to mature women. The room was large, with a spring mattress, a dressing table, a huge LCD TV, and curtains drawn. There was also a bathroom, and the whole room had a very high-class feel. What was special was that two walls were made of custom-made sliding door wardrobes, which my aunt Pingyu really had. It seemed she was quite extravagant, with her spoils everywhere. There was even a small dressing room with mirrors, and clothes racks were piled high with clothes, and several bras and panties were casually hanging on them. I don't know much about clothes, but just looking at those bras and panties, you could tell how slutty and wanton my aunt was. Almost none of the underwear was casual loungewear; they were all brand-name, and each piece was incredibly sexy, mostly in dark colors. More importantly, among these casually hung items, three or four were thongs, and they were definitely matching bra sets.
My heart raced. I was afraid my aunt would suddenly come upstairs, and explaining why I was on the third floor would be a problem. But with all these sexy clothes right in front of me, I knew I'd regret it if I didn't pick them up and admire them. I could just say I came up to use the restroom—my brother was in the bathroom and I was in a hurry, so I had to run up. What if he just happened to be there and said he hadn't used the restroom? Anyway, I didn't care. My hands trembled with guilt as I unfolded one piece of underwear after another.
Because I have a particular fondness for thongs, I naturally picked up the little thong hanging on the wooden nail first. Actually, I initially thought it was a headband or some kind of decoration, because the thong hanging there only showed the thong strap at the waist, making it impossible to tell it was underwear. It was because they were hanging together with bras that I immediately thought they might be thongs, and I instantly felt like I'd struck gold. In my vague memory, one was black with a white lace-trimmed petticoat-like decoration in the front, kind of like a maid outfit. Another was a black and pink thong with lace trim, the small triangle covering the private parts was made of lace, and the small triangle at the back was made of black satin. The thong waistbands were pink satin ribbons that had to be tied. I can't remember the other two; one was a white cotton thong with various small polka dots, and the other was also pink. I didn't dare look at them for too long, just picking them up and unfolding them to look at them from the front and back, and checking the cotton lining around the private parts—some had stains, some were clean like new—before quickly hanging them back up. The clothes in the small changing room were a complete mess, it felt like the auntie changed clothes many times a day, or that she changed slippers here, always trying on several outfits before deciding what to wear out.
I need to make the most of this time. Although there are still a few bras and panties left, I can't pick them up one by one to admire them. They're too dazzling to look at. I'm thinking that there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, and I should be able to sneak a peek. I went out again and opened the sliding doors of the wardrobe. These wardrobe doors were a bit heavy, and since it was on the third floor, I didn't dare to open them all at once for fear of making noise. I could only peek open them a crack. My goal was just to find the section where I kept my underwear. After opening a few doors, I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Haha, luck was on my side! As soon as I opened it, a special fragrance wafted out, a scent that was a mixture of laundry detergent and cosmetic powder. All the underwear was neatly folded and placed in a four- or five-tiered, pull-out semi-transparent plastic box (like the kind of storage boxes sold at Carrefour, only smaller). It was a dazzling array of items. The bras were placed next to it, folded one by one, a pile of various colors and styles, all going for a mature and sexy look. I was worried that someone might come upstairs, and I couldn't decide whether to take a few items (I was afraid that if I messed up the order, I would be discovered. Who knows if there was any order or way to put them?). Then, it suddenly occurred to me, "Damn, could there be a hidden camera or some kind of hidden camera?" I glanced around furtively. Even if there were pinhole cameras, I wouldn't be able to see anything. Damn it, I was getting more and more panicked. But there were sexy, mature bras and panties right in front of me. I could faintly hear the aunt's voice downstairs. The woman wearing these bras and panties was a mature woman I knew. The thrill of peeping was insane. I gently pushed the box back, closed the door, and thought about going back to that little changing room to sneak a peep on the aunt's thong (I don't understand why I had this thought. It's not about cross-dressing, but I just had this urge to have the aunt's thong on my glans). I wonder what it would feel like? Just as I was about to go back, oh no, I couldn't be that unlucky. I heard footsteps clattering down the stairs. The aunt was coming up, and it seemed like she wasn't alone, because they were talking as they walked down the stairs. My adrenaline surged through my body immediately. I felt a tightness in my back, and I was really on edge. Without thinking, I immediately followed the plan I had just made. I quickly and quietly (actually, I was holding my breath, my heart was pounding, and I didn't even dare to breathe) left the room. I even deliberately turned on the hallway light, went around to the bathroom next door, turned on the light, and slipped inside.
"Hey, why is the light upstairs on? Sister, did you forget to turn it off again?" Aunt Pingyu shouted downstairs. I knocked on the bathroom door and said, "I'm in there. Someone was using the bathroom downstairs, so I came up to find the toilet." Aunt Pingyu probably noticed the bathroom light was on too. "Oh, I thought they didn't turn the light off again," she said, and then went into the room with my mom and aunt, completely ignoring me. Phew, when facing a crisis, you have to act naturally, until even you believe it, then no one will suspect you, hehehe. I had no idea what my mom and aunt were doing upstairs. Maybe my aunt wanted to show them something. Anyway, when women get together, they always talk about clothes and skincare products. I went out, glancing at the door as I passed (they completely ignored me). The door was only slightly ajar, and they were pacing back and forth, doing who-knows-what. My heart was pounding. I figured I'd better get out of there quickly, but then I immediately thought, "What if they're changing clothes inside? That would be great!" I glanced around again. Hmm, even if my aunt was changing, it wouldn't be easy to peek. The door blocked most of the room from the second floor; I could only see the mirror on the dressing table and a small area in front of it. I couldn't pretend to go to the bathroom and just walk past the door, since there was a bathroom on the second floor. Lost in thought, I walked downstairs, but my ears and heart were constantly watching everything happening on the third floor. "Wow, that's great! No wonder you maintain such a good figure." Mom said something, followed by a chaotic jumble of indistinct replies: "You can too!", "No, I do!", "I exercise!" My
real experience with the tour guide auntie, part 11.
Back on the second floor, I checked the kids' homework and questions again. I heard footsteps pattering down the stairs outside the door (which was closed). I pretended to go wash my hands and opened the door to see Aunt Pingyu coming down.
When she arrived, Aunt Pingyu was wearing a t-shirt and a sweater. Perhaps she had changed clothes upstairs, because when she came down from the third floor, she was still wearing the same t-shirt, but it was obvious she had taken off her bra, as her breasts swayed quite a bit with each step. The t-shirt was a bit like a tank top, so if she tilted her head up slightly, her belly button would be exposed. Although her waist wasn't as slim as a young woman's, Aunt Pingyu still maintained a great figure, and with her belly button piercing, she looked even more alluring.
But what was truly alluring wasn't her top; she'd changed out of her hot pants and into a pair of incredibly tight, thin milk-silk trousers. I seriously doubted whether such trousers were even suitable for going out. They were practically transparent under the hallway lights; in sunlight, they would be crystal clear. My aunt saw me too. "They're alright, aren't they? If they misbehave, just tell me," I smiled and said they were both very well-behaved, closing the door behind me. "Mom and your aunt are upstairs looking at clothes. I have enough for them. I'll come down and get some fruit. You don't need to go to so much trouble. If they're okay, you can go watch TV in the living room." "Okay, fine, I'll go down and help," I said, agreeing with Aunt Pingyu. I noticed that as she spoke to me, she deliberately straightened her back, lifted her chest, and constantly revealed her belly button beneath her t-shirt. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, and with her deliberately thrusting her chest forward, her nipples were very prominent. "Auntie, you're so young, that belly button ring is so pretty!" We went downstairs together. Women love to hear compliments, and the auntie seemed very happy. "Really? I like it too!" she said, and then she lifted her shirt so I could see it clearly. Because the t-shirt was short, she lifted her shirt again, and the curve of her E-cup breasts was clearly revealed. I immediately felt a jolt of pleasure. It was
so good, even though it was only for a moment, but the teardrop-shaped, full, and drooping shape made me gasp.
The auntie said I could touch it, so I reached out and touched it (it was the belly button ring). "Wow, this must hurt a lot, but it's so sexy, super sexy, so pretty. It must be expensive!" I kept praising her, and the auntie seemed very satisfied. She said she was going to get a tattoo soon, on her waist near her butt crack (it must feel so good when you're doing it from behind, haha), so it could show when she wore low-rise pants, and it would look even better with a thong. The aunt kept talking as she bustled in and out of the kitchen. I said, "Oh, Auntie wears thongs too! That's so trendy! I thought only young, sexy girls wore them." The aunt came out and said, "No way! Who says only young girls can wear them? It has to match the clothes. Some clothes just require thongs, otherwise the panty lines will show and look bad."
She walked towards me, turning her back to me while swaying her hips as she said, "Like this outfit I'm wearing now, I definitely need to wear a thong." Because we were in the living room, the fluorescent lights were bright, and I noticed that Aunt Pingyu was wearing a small thong under her very tight white milk-silk pants. Through the fabric, I could see it was a pink lace thong. Because it was pink, it wasn't very noticeable, but if you looked closely... The thong was clearly visible, a small triangle at the back, the thong tape sinking into Aunt Pingyu's plump buttocks. Her buttocks were practically glued to the ultra-thin trousers, completely exposed. These trousers had a bell-bottom feel, so only those with fleshy buttocks would look good in them.
Aunt Pingyu turned her back to me, twisting her waist as she spoke, "Look, if you wore briefs underneath, wouldn't your buttocks look huge and ugly?" As she spoke, she pulled the trousers even tighter, making the thong mark on her buttocks clearly visible, her buttocks almost completely naked in front of me (I really wanted to grab them). "This thong is so pretty, it must be expensive," I said casually. "It's alright. I don't buy from roadside stalls because they're uncomfortable and the quality is much worse. I always buy brand names
," Aunt Pingyu said, pulling down one side of her trousers to reveal the thong tape around her waist. "These satin ones with a bit of lace are both pretty and comfortable to wear, very soft and comfortable." She pulled out the thong strap to show me. Because of the pulling, the waistband went down a little further, so at that point, almost her butt crack was exposed, and the small triangle of the thong was completely visible. While I was chatting, I also pulled out the thong strap, but I was staring intently at the thong strap that was embedded in her plump butt crack. Her two snow-white buttocks were right in front of me. With her occasional twisting movements, her buttocks would contract and relax. The thong strap was embedded so deeply (damn, it's so painful, I'm almost losing my mind). I could feel the arteries in my neck and temples throbbing.
"That's because Auntie takes good care of her figure. Her butt is full and perky, otherwise she wouldn't be able to fill out these pants. Besides, thongs only look good if you have a bit of flesh on your butt," I replied, still maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor. "Alright, stop talking so sweetly, or you'll get ants on your mouth." Auntie said, pulling her pants back up and stroking her buttocks with her palm. "Very bouncy," she said, patting her buttocks again. I could tell from her eyes that she was testing whether I dared to take another step forward, so I generously patted her buttocks back, then lifted them from the bottom and squeezed and kneaded Auntie Pingyu's two full buttocks a few times with my whole palm. "So sexy, so soft and so firm, Auntie must be practicing leg raises," I said, looking into Auntie Pingyu's eyes. She smiled back, and we both pretended nothing was wrong and went to the kitchen to get fruit and cut things. I helped from the side, but my penis was as hard as steel. Auntie looked completely natural, but she deliberately exaggerated every movement. Her two breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, swayed back and forth inside her short t-shirt, constantly being exposed as she bent over, squatted, and tiptoed to get things.
My real experience with the tour guide auntie, part 12:
The auntie wandered around the kitchen, and I followed her in. My newly erect penis wasn't too noticeable in my jeans, but with the friction from my movements, plus the auntie's voluptuous body swaying in front of me, waves of pleasure came one after another. At that moment, I really wanted to grab her buttocks and slowly move my hands up to her breasts, but I managed to suppress it with incredible rationality.
The auntie spoke to me naturally, and I didn't care anymore, greedily raping her with my eyes.
The thong, barely visible, became exceptionally prominent, drawing my gaze. With each movement of the aunt, its presence became even more undeniable. Through the white silk trousers, it appeared as a small pink thong, but when the aunt pulled back the thong to reveal a small triangle in her buttocks, I realized it wasn't pink at all, but a deeper peach-red. Now, as the aunt moved around, the thong's band naturally peeked out. Occasionally, when she squatted down to open the refrigerator, the entire thong would be fully exposed. I was so aroused I couldn't control myself, and while talking to the aunt, I openly and generously "admired" the magnificent view before me.
Seeing my reaction, the aunt, perhaps sensing my reaction, turned to face me one day and opened the sliding door under the sink, as if to retrieve something. She bent over at a ninety-degree angle. The aunt wasn't wearing a bra, and her loose t-shirt left her breasts completely exposed before my eyes, swaying with her movements. This was the first time I had ever seen the aunt's entire breasts. Last time at home, she wore a bra, but this time she wasn't wearing anything at all. Although her nipples were already quite erect, their full display was still incredibly shocking. Aunt Pingyu's nipples were probably also erect from excitement, her areolas were a deep brown, but her breasts were large and white, with what appeared to be a few blue veins. Aunt Pingyu maintained this pose for about ten seconds, then stood up, holding a razor in her hand. From the look in her eyes, it seemed like she had achieved something, as if she were saying to me, "Here's something to feast your eyes on."
When Aunt Pingyu stood up, my heart was pounding, like I was being pounded in the chest. I could feel my face turning red and my neck thickening, as if there was an air pump pumping air into my body. "Auntie, you have such a great figure. How can your husband leave you home alone?" I didn't care anymore and decided to take the initiative. "I've heard that kind of talk too many times. Aren't they all up to something? You wouldn't be like that either, would you?" Aunt Pingyu glanced at me sideways, gave me a flirtatious glare, and then looked away.
"Normal guys like to look at pretty girls, there's nothing wrong with that. I'm a normal guy. Auntie, you're so hot, anyone who doesn't appreciate you must be abnormal," I said, while my eyes were practically licking Auntie's body. Auntie washed her hands, turned around, and looked at me with a foxy gaze. "You've been staring at my butt since just now, and I've already let you see my thong, aren't you satisfied? Do you want to see my body when I take off my pants?" Auntie spoke slowly, softly and seductively. I felt my penis, which hadn't subsided since then, was about to ejaculate. If it were before, I would have backed down and dared not continue, but this time I actually smiled and said to Auntie, "Slow down, be sexy, okay?" Auntie smiled with her lips pursed, glanced at me sideways, and turned around. As she turned around, she also grabbed the waistband of her pants and slowly started to pull them down.
Because Auntie's buttocks were very full, there was a moment when the thong got stuck on her plump buttocks as it was pulled down. I saw that the thong was completely exposed, a triangle made of peach-pink lace, tightly pressed against her buttocks, the strap disappearing into her butt crack. The waistband on both sides tied her full waist, slightly sinking into her skin. Half of Auntie's snow-white buttocks were exposed. The pants stuck on her buttocks, making her buttocks appear even fuller. Then Auntie pushed down with both hands, and the entire pair of pants came off. Auntie's two round buttocks were fully exposed in front of me. The pants were already on the ground. I was so excited that my vision went black. If Auntie held my glans with her hand now, I would definitely ejaculate immediately. Aunt Pingyu took a step forward, stepping out of the pants that had fallen to the ground. She bent down to pick them up and threw them directly at me. I immediately took a few puffs of my breath, then moved to another spot and took a few more large puffs, all the while watching the half-naked Aunt Pingyu, who was only wearing a small thong with a T
-shirt over it, carrying a plate and walking out of the living room. Aunt Pingyu carried the prepared fruit and walked back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, naturally and nonchalantly. Occasionally, when she bent over, her whole buttocks would stick out, making me want to grab her waist and push her up. "Compared to your aunt, whose buttocks are perkier?" Aunt Pingyu asked. "They're both perkier, but Aunt Pingyu's buttocks are more fleshy, so sexy," I paused for a moment, then said directly, "If I were to do it to Aunt Pingyu from behind, probably very few people could last more than three minutes." As I said this, I wondered how Aunt Pingyu would react. Although this kind of teasing was very enjoyable, if I wasn't careful, the pleasure in front of me might disappear without a trace. But Aunt Pingyu didn't seem to turn from smiling to angry. Instead, she said, "It'll make a loud noise when it hits your butt during that."
I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't care anymore. I just unzipped my pants and was about to rush upstairs. My aunt saw my movement and was slightly startled. Then she pursed her lips and smiled provocatively, as if she was ready to wait for me to pull out my red-hot iron rod. But just as I unzipped my jeans and pulled down my underwear, I heard from upstairs, "Pingyu, why did you take so long?" My mom and aunt came downstairs. Their voices went from the third floor to the second floor in an instant. "Just finished. Come down and eat, everyone." Aunt Pingyu replied. I was fine. I just buttoned up my jeans, which I hadn't completely taken off yet. But Aunt Pingyu had to hurry up and put her pants back on. I watched as Aunt Pingyu pulled up her pants, her abdomen contracted, and with a tug, her thong and plump buttocks were stuffed inside. Without a word, I went over and grabbed her buttocks, kneading them forcefully a few times. Then, I reached up and slipped my hand inside her t-shirt, grabbing her entire breast in my hand (oh, it felt amazing!). I shook it a few times before quickly letting go, using all my remaining senses. Aunt Pingyu tidied her hair and clothes, and just then, my mom and aunt came downstairs.
Aunt Pingyu called two kids to come down and eat fruit too. A bunch of people gathered in the living room chatting. I ate a few pieces, then pretended to go to the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I pulled down my pants and underwear, arched my back, spread my legs wide, pulled out my incredibly hard penis, and started thrusting. In less than ten seconds, I ejaculated all over the toilet bowl.
My Real Experience with the Tour Guide Auntie 13:
I hurriedly came out of the bathroom and went to the living room to join everyone. Auntie Pingyu acted as usual, as if nothing had happened. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking. But I kept thinking about the soft, cottony feel of her two large breasts in my hands, and I kept secretly glancing at the faint outline of her thong. My penis quietly hardened again.
My tour guide auntie's eyes were strange, half-smiling, looking at Auntie Pingyu and me, especially me. From her eyes, I felt that she must know what had just happened. Looking at Auntie Pingyu's alluring clothes, and seeing me wander into the bathroom for some unknown reason, Auntie Pingyu ate fruit and chatted while glancing at me sideways, and then secretly glancing at my crotch a few times, smiling mysteriously and knowingly.
It was almost ten o'clock by the time we finished, and Mom said we had to leave so as not to bother them too late. My excitement plummeted from heaven to hell. I tried to come up with an excuse to stall for time, but seeing so many people and the lateness of the hour, I figured I had no choice but to go back with Mom. At that moment, I noticed something lurking in Aunt Pingyu's and Auntie's eyes, but they both pretended nothing was wrong, their conversation flowing as usual
. That secretive tension was really tantalizing. I came back this time because one of my classes was canceled this week due to a professor's absence, giving me a five-day holiday. I didn't have to rush back and could just relax at home. Mom said that since I was back these few days, Aunt Pingyu's tutoring job should be increased. It's flexible, so there's no fixed schedule; the more tutoring she can provide, the better. But I didn't mention it to Aunt Pingyu yesterday, so I don't know if they can go to class today. But the daily routines of elementary and junior high school students should be normal, right? Aunt Pingyu usually doesn't have anything to do, so it's unlikely that she can't go to class.
That evening, I called her to say I could come to class that day and catch up on my studies while I was back. It was a small thing, but Aunt Pingyu didn't agree immediately. She hesitated for a while, as if she was considering something. I was a little surprised, but I didn't think too much about it. I was just looking forward to the night when no one was around to give this slut a good time. Aunt Pingyu finally agreed, but during the phone call, she seemed to be distracted and thinking about something.
Because university life is very flexible, I've developed a habit that I don't know if it's a bad one: I eat dinner very early, around 5 pm. So, after I finished eating, I went straight to Aunt Pingyu's house before 5:30 pm (of course, I was thinking about whether I could take advantage of this free time to have some fun, hehe).
When I got to Aunt Pingyu's house, I rang the doorbell, but no one answered after several rings. I clearly told Aunt Pingyu that she wasn't home. Was she out picking up her child and hadn't come back yet? I checked my watch; it was almost 6 pm. She shouldn't be out so late with class.
I pressed the doorbell a few more times, and finally someone came running over. It was my younger brother, his hair completely wet and his clothes a mess – he'd apparently run out of the shower halfway through. "Hey, you open the door, where's Mom?" "I don't know, just oh, right there," I replied, not thinking much of it, and casually asked, "Where's my older sister?" "Maybe she's tired,"
she said, running into the bathroom.
I sat down in the living room. The table was covered in documents, and a coat was draped over the chair – clearly someone had just been there. Strangely, it didn't seem like my aunt was alone, because there was an open laptop on the table, and the L-shaped sofa arrangement suggested someone had sat on each side, as a suit jacket was draped over the back of the separate armchair.
"A guest?" That was my first thought. But where is she? It seems she was just here, as my brother said. Suddenly, my heart started pounding wildly; in less than a second, my heart and temples throbbed with the rush of blood. Damn, it can't really be that good, right? I have a gut feeling there's something good coming. I don't know why, I didn't think in the normal direction at all, I just had a gut feeling there was something good coming. As soon as I thought about it, my usually carefree actions suddenly became cautious, like my throat was being choked, my heart was pounding twice as big as usual. I came in wearing socks, and I immediately put my keys, phone, and other things that might make noise on the table. My breathing was controlled to be slower and slower, almost stopping. I moved my feet and crept upstairs.
Every second of the inch made me feel that my intuition was right, something was definitely going to happen, I kept thinking to myself. I passed my sister's room on the second floor, the door was closed, and my brother's room, which was also the one we tutored, was open. I walked towards my aunt's room on the third floor. As I walked, I kept thinking about what excuse I would use if I was caught "stolen". My breathing became lower and lower, and my movements became more careful, as if I was afraid that my aunt would suddenly appear from somewhere. I would have to explain myself, and even a thousand reasons wouldn't be enough to convince her.
I went up to the third floor and confirmed that Auntie was in her room because the lights were on, but the hallway lights weren't. So, as soon as I turned onto the stairs from the second floor to the third, I knew she was in the room. The door wasn't completely closed; it was slightly ajar, as if it had been casually closed. Damn it, I've never been this lucky with lottery tickets before. This kind of thing just happened to me. My heart was probably pounding over 200 beats per minute. I didn't dare go any further up the stairs, so I just grabbed the handrail at the corner and got a clear view of Auntie's slutty appearance in the room. I
had done a little research on the layout before; there was a dressing table next to the door of Auntie's room, and the large mirror reflected the "scenery" on the other side of the room. So, even though the door was slightly closed, the angle was perfect, and I could see directly into the room through the reflection in the mirror. Aunt Pingyu stood bent over, her hands gripping the wall, her beautiful legs spread wide, her buttocks pushed back. Her white pleated skirt was completely lifted, revealing her full, white buttocks. The strap of her black thong was pulled askew to one side. A man who looked to be in his early forties was approaching her from behind. The man's suit trousers were on the ground, but he hadn't taken them off; they were still standing upright at his feet. He was still wearing a shirt. Aunt Pingyu was also "well-dressed" on the upper body, except that her lake-green, super-tight-fitting top was lifted up to below her collarbone, revealing her two breasts, which were still covered by a black bra with a large silver-gray knitted floral pattern. The man, who must have done a lot of good deeds and donated a lot of money in his past life, was holding Aunt Pingyu's slender waist and thrusting into her quickly and roughly.
"Hurry up, the tutor is coming soon, and Ah Kai (the younger brother's name is Xin Kai) will be out soon," the aunt said, turning her head as her legs were spread wider and wider, bending with pleasure. Although she was holding onto the wall, she felt weaker and weaker, and her whole body was in a half-squatting position. The two seemed to have exchanged a few words, but they were too indistinct to understand. Although the aunt tried her best to keep her mouth tightly closed and suppress her breathing, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she kept looking back. Her chest heaving exaggeratedly due to holding her breath made it seem like she was in heaven. In less than ten seconds, the aunt's slender waist was completely gripped, and the man's genitals pressed against her buttocks. He stopped moving, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that his abdomen was forcefully pressing forward, gripping her plump buttocks tightly. He was convulsing intensely, deeply, and tightly, and both of them climaxed. The aunt's legs went limp, but there was no time to savor the moment. The man quickly pulled up his underwear and pulled his pants back up, and the aunt also quickly straightened her clothes, but it was still clear that she was breathing heavily.
As soon as I saw the aunt go limp, and after watching for a second or two longer, as they started dressing, I gritted my teeth and quickly slipped downstairs, afraid of being seen from any angle. This amazing display lasted less than three minutes. The aunt and the man probably hadn't been upstairs for long either; it seemed they were in a hurry, and both of them couldn't hold back any longer, so they boldly took the risk and had their quick pleasure. When I went downstairs, my younger brother hadn't finished showering yet. I was already frantically trying to come up with an explanation so that my aunt wouldn't suspect that I'd witnessed her sudden surge of lust. Or would it be better to let her know unintentionally that I'd seen it? Thinking about how my aunt had just been taken advantage of, I desperately wanted to take over immediately. My lust was aroused to the extreme. Maybe my aunt would feel the same way; having her private matters exposed would only make her more horny and wanton.
I remembered how hesitant she sounded on the phone earlier. Did they suddenly change their plans and rush to have some fun? Did my younger brother and older sister know about this? They probably didn't. Looking at the computer and pile of documents on the table, coming over to talk business was probably just a pretext. But to be so quick and wanton was a bit too reckless. This couldn't be the first time, but each time they had to avoid two "kids" (one in the second year of junior high and the other in the fifth year of elementary school). Walking the dark side too often will eventually lead to trouble, but maybe it also makes the thrill even stronger. I've experienced that kind of thrill before; once you start, you're addicted and don't care about anything else.
My brother was still taking a shower when I went downstairs. Should I let Aunt Pingyu know or pretend I knew nothing? Before I could figure it out, I turned around and ran up the stairs, shouting, "Aunt Pingyu, I'm here!" I pretended that I had just entered the house and no one was downstairs, so I came up to check. Of course, I happened to bump into Aunt Pingyu and "that investment advisor" (I "immediately" knew he was Aunt Pingyu's investment advisor, as she was involved in stocks) walking down quickly. Aunt Pingyu was startled, but only for a moment. In less than a second, she smiled easily and told me that this was her investment advisor. Then, while telling me I could go to my room to prepare, she called out to her sister, "Wake up, the teacher is here!" and went downstairs to knock on the bathroom door, telling Akai to hurry up. She didn't explain why a man was walking downstairs with her, and she had an expression that said, "I just wanted you to know," without making any attempt to hide it.
My real experience with the tour guide auntie: 14
After the auntie came downstairs, the older sister had already gotten up, and the younger brother had also washed up. The two of them were eating the lunchbox they had bought together. The auntie chatted for a few words with the man she had just finished with, and then he picked up his coat, packed up the computer and documents on the table, and left.
Since I had already eaten, I went upstairs to my room to prepare for class, but my heart was still pounding wildly, and my legs were weak. It was strange; I hadn't been the one having fun, so why were my legs weak? Damn it, my mind was racing and I couldn't calm down.
I wondered what Aunt Pingyu was doing downstairs. Last time, she had teased me so much in the living room that I was really aroused. I had originally planned to come early today to see if I could actually sleep with her. I never expected to stumble upon such a wonderful thing that I might not even get into ten lifetimes. Now that I had a free moment, I was really looking forward to Aunt Pingyu coming upstairs so I could just "take her down." But after waiting for ages, I still couldn't see what she was doing downstairs. She probably had just finished having fun. It was really frustrating; my heart was pounding like crazy.
"You two hurry up, don't keep the teacher waiting too long," Aunt Pingyu called out as she came upstairs. I immediately opened the door, but I couldn't show the expression of having just witnessed everything. Aunt Pingyu, whether she had noticed me peeking or not, said with a smile, "They'll be here in a bit. I'm so busy today. I went to yoga this afternoon and had an appointment to talk about insurance. I didn't even have time to cook dinner, my hair is all messed up."
Aunt Pingyu spoke as if it were nothing. An appointment to talk about insurance? So busy? Wow, she's busy being taken advantage of, isn't she? Aunt Pingyu seemed to have completely forgotten about what happened last time, and that distant feeling she had when she spoke returned.
I nodded politely, leering at the aunt's attire. I remembered her body, which had just been stripped and exposed; she was wearing a black thong and a matching bra, and her vagina probably still had some semen left from her hasty attempt to wipe it clean. She stood before me, her cheeks flushed from the excitement, the flush still lingering. I breathed heavily, unsure how long I could control myself.
Just then, two children came upstairs, jingling. "Hurry up! The teacher's here so early, and you didn't even tell me!" "I was taking a shower, and I didn't see you when I opened the door," the younger brother replied casually, while the older sister remained sleepy. "Okay, okay, you're so picky," she said. "You went upstairs yourself and didn't hear the doorbell. I was only halfway through my shower when I came out to open the door!" Yes, Aunt Pingyu was probably too excited to hear anything at that moment.
I went into the room with the two children. The auntie went upstairs and into the room; I guessed she was going to take a shower. Her legs must be weaker than mine, and she had been talking non-stop as she walked upstairs, as if she was in a hurry. When I turned to go into the room, she was already walking upstairs. From below, I could see her white miniskirt was partially exposed; I guess if she bent over even slightly, her entire buttocks would be exposed.
I felt my underwear was already sticky. My glans, which had been hard and soft, had already leaked some pre-ejaculate, and my foreskin felt sticky and wet. The children were asking questions, but I couldn't concentrate at all. I really wanted to tell them to read the book themselves; I had absolutely no ability to organize my thoughts or explain, my mind was completely elsewhere. There's nothing more uncomfortable than this.
After dawdling for about half an hour, my emotions gradually calmed down. I figured there was probably no hope this time, and it was better not to "make things worse." It seemed that Aunt Pingyu, if she didn't have a regular hookup, probably wasn't short of penises. I wondered if that guy in the afternoon was someone she already had a regular partner for, or just a spontaneous encounter?
Every time after extreme excitement, I would have a slight stomachache, or a complete loss of appetite, or even feel a little nauseous—a really inexplicable phenomenon. I felt like I was a little anemic; even though the fluorescent light was bright, my vision felt blurry.
Suddenly, someone knocked lightly on the door. My intuition told me it was Aunt Pingyu, because the door was right next to the table, so I could easily open it by standing up slightly to the side. Aunt Pingyu peeked in, looking like she needed something. The little girl looked up at us. "Check if you have any other questions, and ask me later," I said, turning back to explain. I wondered what Aunt Pingyu wanted from me (maybe she wanted my tutoring fees, that's what I was thinking at the time), and then I opened the door.
The second-floor corridor was unlit, but the first-floor lights were on, shining directly up towards the stairwell. Aunt Pingyu had just come down from the third floor, so the third-floor corridor was also lit. Therefore, even though the corridor was unlit when I opened the door, I could still see clearly, though it was slightly dim.
Aunt Pingyu had just showered, as she smelled strongly of shower gel. Because the corridor was narrow, I was very close to her when I opened the door, basically looking at her face and smelling her strong fragrance. But when she took a few steps back and I closed the door, my heart suddenly pounded like a taut drum in a tenth of a second.
Aunt Pingyu was wearing a white, cropped t-shirt that only covered her upper buttocks. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, as her breasts swayed quite dramatically as she walked. But that's not the point. The point is, Aunt Pingyu wasn't wearing any pants on her lower body. She wasn't wearing thin, breathable trousers, nor athletic shorts or hot pants, and certainly no skirt. She was only wearing a black, transparent lace panty with large, revealing floral patterns that provocatively exposed her body, clearly showing her pubic hair. The panty wasn't a thong, but it didn't seem to be a triangle either, because it was very wide at the waist, somewhat like a corset (though much sexier). Her top couldn't cover her sexy panty at all. I was stunned. Aunt Pingyu had just come to knock on the door dressed like that!
If the door had been opened even a little wider, the two children would have seen her. Does Aunt Pingyu often dress like this at home? Probably not. These scenes lasted only a few seconds, from when I turned around, opened the door, and closed it again, smelled the fragrance, until I saw Aunt Pingyu wearing sexy black panties and a pair of beautiful legs that were fleshy but not too thick. Aunt Pingyu didn't say a word, but her eyes were fixed on me, a half-smile on her face. Then she turned around, and when she turned her back to me and exposed her buttocks, I realized, damn, these panties looked like boxer shorts but weren't. The whole thing was only half-length, the bottom was flat, and the whole thing was almost completely transparent with black lace. Her full buttocks swayed with her movements, all the way to the top of the stairs.
Now, to my right was a closed room, to my left was the second-floor bathroom, and directly in front of me was the top of the stairs. A little to the left of the top of the stairs was a handrail that extended to each floor. Aunt Pingyu walked to the top of the stairs, gently gripped the handrail with both hands, spread her legs wide, pressed her chest down to her waist, and pushed her buttocks out. The white t-shirt had slipped down to her waist, and through the loose fabric, her two breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, were faintly visible. The black lace panties, which looked like they would tear at any moment, were stretched even wider by her exposed buttocks, making them even more transparent, with large lace patterns printed on her snow-white buttocks.
Aunt Pingyu swayed her hips, gently wiggling her buttocks in circles, and looked back at me, looking like a cat in heat, completely wanton.
Looking back now, I think I must have been crazy back then (it's hard not to be, given how little experience I had). Seeing Aunt Pingyu's posture, her buttocks, adorned with large black lace transparent panties, were raised high. I didn't care that there was only a wall separating us, two children studying inside, and the bathroom/toilet right next to us, where the children might run out to use the toilet at any moment. I actually took off my jeans, my hands trembling. As I took off my jeans, I also pulled down my underwear. That wasn't enough. I walked towards Aunt Pingyu's buttocks with my hard penis in my hand, while also taking off my shirt (I really don't know why I took it all off; it was like I had a desperate urge to have a complete and satisfying experience). As I walked, my legs felt weak, and I was so excited that I might uncontrollably ejaculate if my glans touched anything, let alone when I was about to penetrate Aunt Pingyu's vagina. The only thing I was thinking about was whether I would ejaculate before I was fully inside her. That would be incredibly embarrassing, and I would be seen as a young man with premature ejaculation in the eyes of an older woman. Oh well, I shouldn't even think about having another chance.
My mind was in a complete panic. It only took less than ten seconds. I carelessly tossed my clothes onto the hallway, and as soon as I reached Aunt Pingyu, I squatted down, pressing my face against her buttocks. I ran my hands up her legs, from her calves, then onto her buttocks, cupping them in my hands and kneading and squeezing them. I touched her vulva; it was wet, not sticky, but a clear, watery wetness. I buried my face in her buttocks and inhaled deeply. She must have just showered; her buttocks smelled of shower gel, and her private parts didn't smell much. Instinctively, I stuck out my tongue and started swirling it around her vulva through her lace panties. Aunt Pingyu couldn't make a sound, only able to release her urges with deep, heavy breathing. Her buttocks were shaking violently, and she kept thrusting backward. I felt like I was about to ejaculate even without penetration.
I stood up and flipped up Auntie's entire top, revealing her beautiful back. I was completely out of my mind. Not satisfied with that, I pulled off her whole top and tossed it aside. Now, Auntie was completely naked except for the sheer lace panties covering her buttocks. I was flustered, wanting to touch and kiss every part of her body, wanting to have my way with everything. First, I reached for her two drooping breasts. Oh my god, even knowing they were fake, they were so realistic, so tactile, so huge, so soft—did I even care if they were real? While rubbing and kneading her breasts, I tried to quickly take off her panties, but they were stretched wide by her buttocks, and the lace panties were very form-fitting. They didn't come off immediately. I held her waist to help her stand up straight, and forcefully pulled the panties down with both hands. I heard a few tearing sounds. I didn't care anymore; once the panties were off her buttocks, they loosened and fell down. She hooked them aside with her foot. I touched her vulva a few times; it was incredibly wet. I casually inserted my fingers and poked around a few times. Her face contorted in pain. I stood up, lowered my waist, and slid my penis inside. Because it was so wet and slippery , it went all the way in at once.
It felt like being swallowed tightly by something. Holding Aunt Pingyu's waist, I didn't care about flirting. At that time, I didn't know anything about the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, and even if I did, I probably wouldn't have the sense to count the depths. I just started thrusting hard. Aunt Pingyu and I both tried our best to suppress our moans, even suppressing the intense pleasure we were experiencing through heavy breathing. The room wall was right next to us, so close that I could touch it with my right hand. The stimulation was like hell. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't properly appreciate or enjoy anything. I only remember Aunt Pingyu turning her head back, but not to look at me; she was looking at the door behind us from my waist (she must have been scared too). Because she was so excited, she couldn't keep looking back at the door, so she lowered her head again to stifle her moans.
I wanted to ejaculate even before penetration, and now that I was inside, seeing Aunt Pingyu's tense yet incredibly pleasurable, almost flying position, and because I couldn't pull out while thrusting in forcefully, which would make a slapping sound as her buttocks hit the ground, I could only vigorously stir my penis inside her. I actually wanted to ejaculate as soon as I entered, but I couldn't stop. I knew that if my penis stopped inside her, seeing this scene, it would immediately cum. So, as soon as I inserted, I gripped Aunt Pingyu's buttocks with both hands, even digging my fingers into her anus to make my penis feel tightly sucked by her vagina. Actually, I only held back for thirty seconds, or maybe just a dozen seconds, before my anus contracted sharply, and my semen gushed out. But even knowing I had ejaculated, I kept thrusting in and out of Aunt Pingyu's vagina for another dozen seconds.
Suddenly, I went limp. Damn, I had really gritted my teeth and held back, but I still ejaculated in half a minute. I couldn't help it; my mind went blank. I wanted to explain something to Aunt Pingyu, but that would seem ridiculous, and I didn't know how to react. I paused for a moment, letting my penis empty completely inside her vagina. I played with her breasts a few more times, then continued to stroke her waist and back. She seemed to swallow a few times, her heels even standing on end, her legs slightly bent in an X-shape, her hands gripping the stair railing tightly while rubbing them.
She turned back to look at the door and nodded. I roughly knew she was asking me to go to the bathroom to get some toilet paper. I pulled out my penis, which was still rock hard and showed no signs of softening. I tiptoed into the bathroom, grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper, and returned to hand them to her. The semen that had just been ejaculated into her vagina kept flowing out, covering her entire thigh. I wiped my glans a few times, quickly put on my pants and clothes, turned her shirt right side up, picked up her underwear, and she quickly finished wiping herself and threw the toilet paper into the bathroom. She was completely naked in the hallway. Then she took the shirt I had given her, put it on, and then put on her underwear. "Hard as a rock, are you trying to kill me?" (Actually, my aunt usually speaks a mix of Mandarin and Taiwanese, but I wrote it in Mandarin for everyone to understand. However, in more important conversations, you really can't express that kind of slutty vibe without using Taiwanese.) My aunt said in a breathy voice, "You're really something else, you're hard enough." But because I felt it wasn't long enough, or even premature ejaculation, I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I just smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, I'll let you do better next time." My aunt seemed to know what I was thinking and said with a smile, "Your legs are weak today." After saying that, Aunt Pingyu looked at me lewdly. On the surface, she seemed to be comforting me, but it also seemed to let me know that she had almost had her fun that afternoon, so it was enough for her.
"Fen-ah, you've had your fun before, haven't you?" (Fen-ah is my tour guide aunt) Aunt Pingyu suddenly said this, and I didn't know how to respond, so I could only nod and agree. Upon closer inspection, Aunt Pingyu actually had a few crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She said casually, "You don't need to be so embarrassed. There was a time when I went on a tour with her and she even hung out with two guys. Fen almost fainted that time, and her legs were weak the next day." Aunt Pingyu laughed as she spoke, "It wasn't just once. One of them brought a girl along. There was a time when Fen took those women out shopping, and I stayed in her husband's room for a couple of times. Fen doesn't even know about this." Aunt Pingyu said as she walked downstairs (wasn't she going to put on pants? She was still only wearing lace underwear). I followed behind, feeling a very, very strange sensation. My mind was completely blank, unable to think straight. "It's alright if you know, but don't go around telling everyone. We all have our own lives, and we just like to have fun when we need to," Aunt Pingyu said, suddenly turning around and looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You'll be in for a treat later." I was still too stunned to react and just kept nodding in agreement. Suddenly, a sharp phone rang, and both Aunt Pingyu and I jumped slightly. Aunt
Pingyu
ran to answer the phone, while I went to get some water. I was incredibly thirsty, probably from being so anxious earlier. Aunt Pingyu's black lace panties had been slightly torn by me, leaving a hole on her right buttock, revealing her white buttocks. Every time she moved, the tear would widen, making it look quite funny. Aunt Pingyu pointed to herself, probably thirsty too, so I poured her a glass of water.
Aunt Pingyu didn't say much, just mumbled "uh-huh," and I didn't know who was calling. After I got the water for Aunt Pingyu, she turned around and faced the wall again. I kept looking at her buttocks, which were exposed by her torn underwear, and it felt absurd.
My legs were a little weak, and my whole body was still trembling slightly. I wanted to sit on the sofa for a while to admire Aunt Pingyu's plump buttocks a little longer (damn, I'm hard again). Just as I was about to sit down, *tap tap tap tap tap tap*, eh, that's a familiar sound, because I just heard it. The doorbell suddenly rang again. Who could it be? I didn't know whether to open the door or not. Aunt Pingyu turned around and said, "Go and see, it should be Fen A-lai." Huh? What's Aunt Pingyu doing here?
I didn't think too much and just got up and went to open the door. Aunt Pingyu's house has a door chain. As I opened the door and pulled the chain, I saw through the crack that it was indeed Aunt Pingyu. She was startled when she saw me, probably because she didn't expect me to be there. Then she immediately looked at me suspiciously, with the kind of look that suspected I had just done something bad.
I opened the door to let my aunt in. Only when the door was fully open did I see that there was a boy named Cha Fu standing next to my aunt, wearing slippers and cheap shorts.
"I was here to collect my money from A-Ping, I just ran into her at the intersection and stopped by," the tour guide auntie said. She was a regular visitor, and the neighbors all knew her. "I'm the kids' tutor," I added with a nod and a smile. The auntie came in, and the man seemed a little uncomfortable, standing at the door. But the auntie didn't think he was a complete stranger, so she let him in. What happened
next was unexpected. The first thing I noticed was that the tour guide auntie's shoulders twitched slightly. Following her gaze, I immediately realized—Holy crap, Auntie Ou Pingyu was only wearing sexy underwear, and because she was on the phone with her back to the living room, her sexy buttocks were completely exposed.
The auntie immediately gave me a sly look, with an expression that said, "I know everything," but she didn't react much afterwards, probably because this was something she had already anticipated. I immediately thought that Aunt Pingyu had come downstairs dressed like that after her encounter, she didn't go upstairs to put on her pants first. I found it strange, but when the doorbell rang, I knew it was Fen'er. It must have been pre-arranged. I wondered what she was up to, but it was obvious that Aunt Pingyu deliberately wanted me to see her dressed like that.
Aunt Pingyu thought everything was going as planned, so she continued her phone call without turning around. However, she didn't expect that a man collecting money would follow her in.
Because the man was standing at the door and didn't come directly into the living room, and my guide and I were in front of him, our view was completely blocked, so I saw my guide's reaction first. But what happened next? If we took a few more steps, the best thing in the world would happen. All of this happened in less than a second. After giving me a sidelong glance, my guide immediately knew everything. But she wasn't in a hurry. Aunt Pingyu, wearing only sexy underwear, continued walking forward and casually said, "Ah Ping, your neighbor is just passing by to collect money."
Then I saw the man's reaction. The tour guide and I walked into the living room. His view, which had been blocked by us, suddenly brightened. At that very moment, his eyes also lit up, because Aunt Pingyu's buttocks were so dazzling, her beautiful legs so dazzling, and her almost transparent black lace panties, torn open, so dazzling. The man looked like he'd won the lottery, yet he tried very, very hard to hide it.
Aunt Pingyu called out to Aunt Pingyu that someone had come to collect the money, almost at the same moment the man's eyes were dazzled by Aunt Pingyu's sexy, full buttocks. Aunt Pingyu turned around and saw another man. I clearly saw Aunt Pingyu's eyes widen slightly, and she gasped. The tour guide looked at Aunt Pingyu with an excited expression; the two of them seemed to have instantly reached some kind of tacit understanding.
Aunt Pingyu nodded and smiled at the man, then casually moved the microphone away slightly with one hand and said to the tour guide, "Fen, could you give him the money first, 1500?" Then Aunt Pingyu gestured to the man with her hand, indicating that she wanted to confirm the amount as 1500. At this point, Aunt Pingyu had turned around. Because her underwear was extremely transparent, with only large lace flowers covering it, and the living room was bright, I'm sure the man could see even her pubic hair.
The man was probably a little startled and initially at a loss, but later he openly let his eyes feast on her. After confirming the amount, Aunt Pingyu turned back to make a phone call. As the tour guide Aunt Pingyu took out and counted the money, I noticed that the man's eyes never left her underwear. When Aunt Pingyu handed him the money, he nodded and chatted casually, seemingly reluctant to leave, while secretly glancing at Aunt Pingyu's white buttocks out of the corner of his eye.
Finally, unable to say anything more, the man turned to leave, saying goodbye to Aunt Pingyu before openly and thoroughly enjoying himself from head to toe.
After the man left, Aunt Pingyu also hung up the phone. "You'll make the wolf's nose bleed!" the tour guide said, laughing. Aunt Pingyu didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with her outfit. She chatted with the tour guide while taking fruit from the refrigerator, seemingly trying to let the tour guide know something. But the tour guide didn't ask many questions. She deliberately inquired about Aunt Pingyu's underwear brand, where she bought it, how sexy and pretty it was, and whether there were other colors, etc., mentioning that they hadn't gone underwear shopping together in a while and were planning to go.
I felt a little awkward there, so I went upstairs to check on the children. After a while, it was past 9:30, so I let the children go home. The children yelled "Yay!" and ran downstairs to watch TV. I followed. The two women were still talking, but Aunt Pingyu had already put on a pair of hot pants (actually, they were quite short, revealing her buttocks). I said goodbye and prepared to leave. The two women didn't seem to try to keep me; they just said a few more words and I left. I don't know why, although I almost always lost my mind during the moment of pleasure, that sense of distance would always return afterward, as if I just couldn't handle it easily or naturally. During
that period, whenever I went home, I would stop by Aunt Pingyu's house to see the kids, and of course, there would almost always be some goodies. Once, Aunt Pingyu even joked, "I'll pay your tutoring fees by letting you 'cross over' (instead of crossing over)." (At first, I didn't understand, but later I found out that the aunties and their friends called having sex "cross over," which is actually Taiwanese for "crossing over." I guess girls say "riding over" or "driving over" because it's too obvious, so they say "crossing over,"
meaning being crossed over or ridden over. Aunt Pingyu said that my tutoring fees were all paid by letting me ride over.)
Thinking about it, I think I had more opportunities to do this with Aunt Pingyu. She also told me a lot about the tour guide aunties, and about her or their experiences of being crossed over. But because Aunt Pingyu often speaks in a rather unserious way, I often wondered if she embellished her stories when she told them—could it really be that dramatic?
However, I later discovered it was true. With a heart full of love, I simply smiled at it. >)
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