The Pilot's Wife—My Aunt [Full Text]

My third aunt is the most beautiful of my aunts. Due to her job, she fell in love with and married a handsome

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alone 　in her empty room, waiting by the door. At that time, she didn't have any children, so she often invited her sisters to stay at her house for a few days, and I often went to her house with my mother. 　　I remember I was very young then, probably not even in elementary school yet, or maybe in first grade! Once, we were invited to her dormitory. When we arrived, we found out that all four of her sisters were there, and they started playing mahjong that very night. A neighbor even came over to join in the fun—it was really lively! 　　I think anyone who has lived in a military dependents' village, especially in the early days, knows that the buildings were very simple. A corner of the kitchen, with just a curtain hanging up, was all it took! It was this curtain that gave me a glimpse into the austere life of . 　　That evening, while the adults were busy playing cards, I went to the guesthouse with some of the neighborhood kids to watch a movie. It was quite late when the movie . When I got back to my aunt's house, I wanted to pee in the bathroom. Unfortunately, my aunt was taking a shower. Through the thin curtain, I could see her scrubbing her shapely body under the 60W candlelight. 　　I hesitated, too afraid to go in. I ran to my mother, but she was engrossed in the game and impatiently led me to the bathroom. She yanked open the curtain and said to my aunt, "Help her pee, and help her take a bath too!" 　　I was very embarrassed and hid behind my mother. After saying that, my mother went back to the card table. 　　My aunt, also a little embarrassed, called me into the bathroom, then closed the curtain and told me to take off my pants to pee . I glanced at her; she was squatting down with her back to me, busy rinsing the soap suds off her hair. I saw that she was still covered in soap suds, running down her neck, shoulders, and back, all the way to the ends of her full, shapely buttocks, before dripping onto the floor. Deep in her cleft, there was a dark, mysterious area. I just stared blankly, almost forgetting I needed to pee! 　　The auntie's eyes were probably wet with shampoo; she closed them tightly, then stood up and turned to the wall on my side, fumbling for the showerhead switch. So, I was less than 20 centimeters away from her genitals! 　　This was the first time I'd seen a woman's private parts so closely. I remember her pubic hair, sticky and curled clockwise by the soap suds, allowing me to see her vulva from below: her labia majora weren't very large, and there was sparse pubic hair, but I remember the shape of her labia minora. They were slightly parted, and not the same size , with some dark pigmentation on the flesh, and thick soapy water dripping from them. 　　After she finished washing, I watched her dry herself with a towel: she tilted her head to the side to dry her ears and neck , and raised her arm to dry her armpits. She didn't have much hair there, but she dried it very carefully. 　　Then she started drying her breasts. What was her breast size? If I were to measure it , it would probably be a 34B! 　　She first wiped the lower edge of my breasts, then proceeded to wipe the entire breast in circular motions from the inside out. Afterward, she wrung out the towel and continued wiping my stomach. Then she stretched the towel into a strip, wrapped it around her back, and alternately wiped her back, crossing it left and right 　　swaying from side to side! How strange! She stopped wiping there, and I was startled, wondering what was wrong with her! 　　I think she only remembered me then! Then she coiled her hair in her hands and turned around to help me bathe . 　　How did she help me bathe? I can't remember anymore; I only remember her face was red, so beautiful! 　　At first, she was standing while washing me, so I only remember her breasts swaying back and forth. I curiously reached out and touched her breasts; they felt so soft! She giggled shyly, trying to block my little hands with her hands, and even threatened to tell her mother I was doing something naughty. 　　Then she sat on a small stool and continued washing me. At first, she was quite modest, keeping her legs together and covering her genitals with a towel, then using her legs to cover her breasts. But as she washed me, her legs spread wide, and the towel covering her genitals was now only hanging on one thigh. Therefore, I could already glimpse her breasts and the rosy part inside her labia minora. 　　When she was about to wash my feet, she lifted me up and sat me on her lap. Now, part of my body was against her soft breasts, and one of my feet was touching her pubic hair! 　　The feeling of touching a woman's pubic hair for the first time was truly profound—hairy and prickly, not as soft , nor as stiff as my father's beard. 　　After we were both finished washing, she started getting dressed. My feelings about dressing and undressing are different : watching a woman undress can arouse lust, but watching a woman dress is purely a pleasurable experience! 　　My aunt puts on her bra first, then her panties. Her bra-wearing technique is quite unique. She first fastens the clasp at the waist, then pulls the cups up to cover her breasts, then puts her arms through the shoulder straps, and then adjusts the cups and straps. I remember that while adjusting the cups and straps, she would stick her fingers inside the cups and manipulate her breast tissue, trying to create cleavage. Back then, there were no magic bras, so her efforts were in vain! 　　However, when she adjusted the straps, she made a "squeak! squeak!" sound, which made me enjoy flicking my girlfriend's shoulder straps later on. 　　Afterwards, she started washing her face carefully, but then I noticed: she didn't put on her panties right away, which felt strange ! Because her bra was white and her pubic hair was black, the contrast between the two was striking! Her movements deepened my arousal and impression.

You might be wondering why I didn't continue describing the whole scene of her putting on her underwear. Well, when she
was putting on her underwear, she'd only managed to slip one leg on before accidentally stepping on the other and dropping it to the floor
! She spat out a sound, perhaps because she was eager to get to the card table, and decided not to put it on at all. So she just threw on her pajamas and
rushed off to play cards.

I don't remember her having time to put her underwear back on during this time, because while she was playing cards, I deliberately
walked around her, even playing with building blocks on the floor opposite her, occasionally catching glimpses of the dark
area ! I have to admit, this is why I enjoy seeing my wife walking around naked from the waist down.

Dear readers: I sincerely suggest you have your girlfriends or wives try this too, it really
makes a difference!

While playing, I unknowingly fell asleep. The next day, I woke up very early, and the adults who had been playing cards
were all sprawled out around me, fast asleep. What I was concerned about was whether my aunt
had put on her underwear or not. I saw her lying on her side by the other bed, legs bent, still wearing the night before's pajamas,
completely uncovered. I boldly walked around her bed to her feet; perhaps she had turned over earlier?

I saw that her pajamas barely covered her lower body; I
could easily expose her buttocks by slightly lifting the hem, but that took immense courage for a small child!

I shifted around, pretending to play with something, slowly approaching her. I remember using some of my aunt
's toy airplanes to "fly" to her bedside, just in case the adults woke up and discovered my misdeeds, giving me an
excuse !

Once I was sure she was truly fast asleep, I cautiously lifted the hem of her pajamas, my head gradually tilting downwards with each slow
movement. Now her thighs were fully exposed, followed by her
buttocks; it was certain she wasn't wearing underwear!

But greed is human nature, and I wanted to touch her! Because I saw her exposed
genitals at the base of her thighs and buttocks—her anus, perineum, labia majora, and part of a circular opening—especially with
the scattered pubic hair in these areas, it compelled me to touch them.

My nervousness is indescribable. I remember using my right hand to lift the hem of her shirt, my left middle finger
touching the pubic hair on her labia majora, feeling her unusually soft labia minora, and touching her not-too-dark
anal sphincter. Finally, I touched the edge of her circular opening…

When I achieved my goal, I felt incredibly hot and was covered in sweat. Just then, perhaps
feeling a void in her lower body, she turned over and pulled her shirt down to cover her buttocks. As
she turned, I quickly slipped to the floor under the bed, because I didn't know if she had noticed.

If you have had similar experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? Looking at things with
empathy might help you find better memories and add some fun!

OP, this is a bit anticlimactic. I think it needs more content; it feels like it ended before it even started, not very exciting at all? The flavor is too bland? It leaves a feeling of unsatisfaction and discomfort. What kind of writing is this? I can't understand it. However, I still support your courage to write. I suggest adding more descriptions, especially psychological ones, so the reader will be more excited! This can't even be completely considered erotica; there's no substantial content. Maybe the OP just can't express themselves well, or maybe it's just wishful thinking, haha. Some parts of this article aren't subtle enough; it feels like something's missing. The explicit scenes are well-written. This can't even be completely considered erotica; there's no substantial content. The psychological descriptions are quite realistic. Pure fantasy is not easy. OP is really strong; you're a wolf in sheep's clothing! I admire you, but the ending is too weak.

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