Those days in my dream—Auntie

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I remember the first time we met, it was raining heavily. She showed up on a scooter wearing an ugly raincoat. I'm not averse to mature women, but she looked so disheveled that day that I almost blocked her number and left. It was those silky safety shorts that kept my penis hard for so long that made me unable to give up. I couldn't wait any longer; I wanted it now!

At that time, I hadn't let anyone know about this fetish. I thought black safety shorts looked no different from men's boxer shorts, but they offered the same warm, enveloping feel as women's underwear. What to do? I desperately wanted her to find out, but I was also terrified that my secret would be discovered by the first person!

"Ji Chi" seemed to be a ritual for the aunt. After entering the room, the aunt put down her big and small bags, immediately squatted down in front of me, unbuckled my belt, took off my jeans, and then pulled down my safety shorts, and put them in her mouth. It was so warm! The scene unfolded without shaving, with a clear beginning, development, climax, and resolution, and occasional deep throating. I didn't want to rush into wanting to enjoy it for a few more minutes, but...

just like the plot of "I'm Not Your Slave," this was merely foreplay. Then, the auntie brought out high heels, toys, and several outfits for me to choose from. I usually get excited watching AVs with this kind of plot, but at this moment my mind was blank. I randomly picked one and turned on the toy. In AVs, you play with it however the plot goes, but actually playing with it wasn't as exciting as in the story.

"I still prefer cows," I thought, and I guess I'll never see the auntie again! After that, I met several girls around my age. Their coquettishness almost made me swoon. I also met some "milk cow" women, who taught me about the "the bigger the breasts, the faster I go" phenomenon. I even went to a hotel room for three hours straight and had sex five times, getting more and more experienced.

As I became more skilled, I wanted to try more and more unusual tricks, but the girls were mostly afraid of weirdos, and one by one, the older women left the scene. Then I remembered the auntie who also had many tricks up her sleeve. Before meeting her this time, I told her, "When we meet, I hope you have a vibrating egg in your underwear." Perhaps the auntie only remembered it in the middle of the moment. I opened the car door, and the vibrating egg was still on the auntie's skirt.

"Is this what you wanted me to do?" The aunt spread her legs, pretending to play with the vibrator through her stockings and panties, but I said no. I should have seen her blushing yet lustful expression upon first meeting her, but that didn't happen. However, the matching lingerie she wore that day was my favorite taro-pink lace.

After entering the room, I asked her to stand up first, standing in front of her. I lifted her skirt, took off her stockings, and while admiring her beautiful panties, I inserted the vibrator. At the same time, the aunt took off my pants, stroking my penis through my panties, saying, "I remember your panties were a bit tight before." I was surprised. Did she notice but not say it, or did she really think it was men's underwear?

I think it's because AV cameras always focus on facial expressions. The aunt was so focused on stammering that she couldn't simultaneously portray the aroused expression of the vibrator stimulating her in her underwear; all she got was the noisy vibration. The toy was so boring...
After that, we went to the bathroom to shower. It's faster for guys to shower. The aunt told me to go watch TV while she ran a bath. I came out of the bathroom and saw the aunt's underwear lying there...

I glanced at the reflection in the vanity mirror to confirm she wasn't coming out yet. I picked up her underwear and sucked on it vigorously. It was amazing! Thanks to the vibrator, it was even wetter and smelled even better. At that moment, I really wanted to wear it and feel the aunt's wet underwear, smelling of her juices!

But I hesitated. This behavior was too inappropriate; I bet Auntie would be scared, so I decided against it. Until we parted that day, I had no interest in interacting with Auntie, my mind preoccupied with her underwear...

This was the third time I'd met Auntie. I bought a one-piece swimsuit, probably because I'd just finished watching "Mizuki Kanojo," and I planned to have Auntie wear it. After three meetings, we were quite familiar with each other, so I asked Auntie to drive to my house to pick me up. As soon as I got in the car, I pinched Auntie's breasts twice, and she made a couple of old-fashioned "oh ho oh ho" sounds. I guess only Auntie could give me that 90s-style sex experience!

On the way up the stairs, I playfully stroked Auntie's thigh from behind, and she made those old-fashioned sounds again. It was really funny.
This time, upon entering the room, instead of immediately touching her, the auntie called me to look at her. Then, she sat on the bed, spread her legs, and said, "I'm wearing a crotchless dress today," revealing her genitals completely.
"Yes! This is the kind of surprise I wanted," I thought, echoing what I had hoped for last time when I asked her to come to me with a vibrator inserted

. Thanks to the auntie's clever idea, this time we had a particularly good time. The auntie was even more lewd, and I didn't hold back, pressing the top of her head down and swallowing her. The auntie kept saying that the TV in this room could be switched to an in-room camera, allowing you to see yourself from a third-person perspective, like filming an adult film. The auntie kept wanting me to watch TV, but I quite enjoyed the first-person view.

Perhaps we were having too much fun, forgot that we had brought a one-piece swimsuit. But it didn't matter. I was genuinely reluctant to leave, and asked the auntie if she wanted to extend the time, but she seemed too old and lacked the energy. I suddenly realized this precious fun might not last much longer.

The days of playing with her might be numbered, and there were some things I really wanted to accomplish. Like letting her see me in women's clothing, vigorously sucking on her underwear in front of her and then putting it back on, or seeing her embarrassingly wet underwear—but those seemed too far-fetched. At least giving me her underwear from that day would be easier. So, I arranged to meet her early the next morning, and before I could, I went to a lingerie shop to get her a change of underwear.

I wasn't too comfortable going into an easy shop or a store to buy underwear as a gift, so choosing from a lingerie shop seemed more reasonable, right?
The scene was dazzling, and I started imagining what my aunt would look like in each outfit, completely forgetting that I only wanted to buy underwear. In the end, I actually bought two role-playing outfits for her.

When the appointed time arrived, as soon as I got into my aunt's car, I greeted her and then, while talking about what underwear I would wear today, lifted her skirt.
"I'm not wearing any, just like last time," my aunt said.
Although it was another sign that the plan was not going well, I was still happy to see my aunt. As she drove, I inserted my fingers into her wet vagina, and she moaned and groaned.

"Can we drive for three hours today?" I asked again, not giving up.
My aunt cleverly changed the subject, so I didn't press her any further.
Apart from having two more outfits for the final battle, the day was quite lonely, and I also deeply felt that my aunt's physical strength was really not good anymore; she was using her hands more than her mouth.

Later, I felt too embarrassed to contact Auntie again. But I did think of a script I wanted to complete with her. I hoped that one day, we could go for a drive together, and do some outdoor exhibitionism. We could go shopping together, and she could help me pick out women's clothes and give me a blowjob in the dressing room. We could eat together and play with a remote-controlled vibrator. After a day of playing together, we could exchange our underwear and sleep in it, exchanging our souls in our dreams to savor this fantastical day once more.

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