When Ruth and Claire got Serious — Part 3
Ruth — “Continuing my Sunday Lunch D/s adventure with my Aunt Claire.”
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I was trying to hurry every task she gave me, but she deliberately kept giving me things to do to slow me down. I wanted to scream. I had to get dressed and quickly. Bob was walking around upstairs, he must be getting dressed.
Aunt Claire was smiling at me. She was enjoying my discomfort, watching me battle between wanting to get dressed and my need to obey and please her.
“One last thing,” she said while draining the vegetables. “Check the table would you, I don’t remember if I put salt and pepper out. After that, you can get dressed.”
I walked quickly to the dining room, my hand and arm now naturally covering and holding my breasts as I jogged, but that comfortable feeling of being naked had totally gone. I had to get dressed before Bob saw me.
I looked over the elegant looking dining table, saw the salt and pepper shakers, then quickly shuffled to the now bright sun filled living room. I could hear Bob coming down the stairs.
As I approached the chairs, I was trembling, shaking with fear. I hastily held the dress up and scrunched it ready to throw over my head. I was scrambling to find the label so that I had it the right way around. He was at the foot of the stairs, he would be here in seconds.
My back was to the door, the sun shining through the windows warming the front of my face and body. I slid my arms into the dress, adjusted it, always listening. The door was opening. I looked down, making sure the dress was hanging correctly. I stroked the material around my waist, when I heard his deep voice.
“Well, Good afternoon.” Bob said gleefully. I turned to greet him, with a smile on my face, and as I did, I noticed what he was wearing. The sun shone on his ironed cotton flannel cream coloured shirt and corduroy trousers, and I saw he too was bare footed. We looked at each other. But he was not only looking at my face. It was as if he was studying me. His eyes were looking at my dress, from my legs my hips, then my breasts, and then finally my face. I looked down at my dress to see what fascinated him, then into his eyes. I wondered what he was thinking.
“Good afternoon.” I replied sheepishly, giving him a welcoming smile as he approached me for a kiss.
He kissed each of my cheeks, and as he did, he breathed in through his nose, smelling me. He looked at me as a big grin filled his face. It suddenly occurred to me. My make-up, my lipstick, my hair, I hadn’t checked what I looked like. Oh no. I knew what he could smell on me. I pulled away from him, my face glowing red, I was suddenly feeling guilty and embarrassed.
“Oh, please excuse me.” I mumbled, then rushed to the hallway, to the downstairs toilet.
He didn’t say anything as I left him standing there with a big grin on his face.
In the hallway toilet, I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw that all my makeup was gone, but I didn’t look too bad. I looked at my hair, it was a little messed up, but it was tidy. My lips were a little dry, cheeks were glowing, but my eyes, well that was another matter. My mascara was gone.
After washing my face, I stepped back into the hall and retrieved my makeup from my handbag, then returned to the bathroom.
I made myself a little more presentable and then I looked down at my new comfortable dress. It looked great, hung well on my shoulders, showing a nice revealing large V, showing my cleavage, but then I was shocked. As I twirled feeling how loose and comfortable the dress was, the material was a little see through. Even though it was loose and flowing, I could clearly see the outline of my body. I felt sexy, yet I was also feeling a little worried. Had Bob just got an eyeful of me? I frowned. He must have seen me.
There was nothing else to do but to go back in and have lunch with them. I looked at myself one more time then walked off to the kitchen. Inside, Aunt Claire was busy filling warmed bowls with green vegetables and roast potatoes.
She was busy but looked at me as I entered. “Oh, there you are. Good. Take those bowls in will you, there’s a love. Careful they are hot. Use the gloves.”
I did as she asked and took the food filled bowls into the dining room. The sun shone on the table and made everything look so bright and extravagant. Bob wasn’t there so I guessed he was still in the living room. I placed the bowls on the table, then turned as I was quickly followed by Aunt Claire who brought in the large turkey on a large plate.
“BOB.” Aunt Claire shouted. “CARVE UP PLEASE.”
Bob entered with a glass in one hand and an opened bottle of red wine in the other. He looked at the table and then at the both of us.
“Wow, that looks so good. I think it was the lovely smell of your cooking that woke me up my love.” He smiled at us walking to the end of the table. He looked at the roast turkey. “Now that looks amazing.”
I looked görükle escort at Aunt Claire, smiling. She looked back at me and said to me. “Sit. I will just get the plates.”
She walked back to the kitchen as I sat down with the sun on my back, looking at the food filled table. This was a feast. I looked at the bottle of wine, then at Bob who had already started to carve up.
“Shall I pour?” I asked.
He looked up from his meticulous wafer-thin turkey carving. “Oh yes…….. of course, please do.”
My mouth was watering with all the smells of the food. I poured Bob’s glass first, then Aunt Claire’s then finally mine. Aunt Claire re-entered the dining room, with three plates in her gloved hands.
She walked around the table, placing a warm plate onto each place mat. “They are hot, be careful.” She commented.
I smiled at her as she walked next to me, and then I noticed that now I could see right through her dress as well. The sun was shining so brightly, I couldn’t help but stare as I could see everything. My jaw dropped open as I saw her breasts, hips and legs. Aunt Claire knew what I saw because she smiled at me then lifted and closed my mouth with her gloved hand, winking and blowing a small kiss at me. I swallowed nervously.
Bob was nearly finished carving, after which he moved the turkey plate into the centre of the table.
“Help yourself.” He said to me as Aunt Claire walked back to the kitchen. I used the two forks on the platter to put a couple of slices onto my plate, then watched Aunt Claire re-enter with a big jug of gravy.
She finally sat down opposite me and smiled at Bob saying. “Dig in everyone. Don’t let it get cold.”
I had to comment. “This looks and smells absolutely amazing Aunt Claire.” I helped myself to the roast potatoes as Bob took some vegetables.
Once our plates were full, and we passed the gravy around, I was just about to tuck in when Aunt Claire raised her wine glass.
“Cheers, everyone.”
We raised our glasses and touched them together gently, took a sip and dug into the meal.
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We made small talk during the meal, mostly about my studies and what plans I had for the future. Bob asked if I had eyes on any boys just yet, and I mentioned that I was swimming in the mornings, and made friends with a nice young man named Jim. I told him how we met and swam with each other and that things were looking good. I looked at Aunt Claire. She was staring at me, her eyes smiling because she knew that I had already had sex with Jim. I quickly changed the subject to holidays and what plans they had this year.
Over all, I think we were all enjoying the meal and especially the wine. So much so, that Bob had to get another bottle from the living room.
As soon as he was out of the room I looked into Aunt Claire’s eyes. I had to say something. All through the meal, she was staring at me, so I leaned over the table to whisper to her.
“I didn’t know the dress was so see through. Sorry, but I think Bob got a shock and saw through mine earlier.”
Thankfully, Aunt Claire smiled and giggled. “I am sure he did. And, knowing Bob,” she nodded, “Yes. I imagine he must have been a bit surprised.” Her eyes squinted. “But I bet he liked what he saw.”
I was glad she understood and wasn’t offended, but now it was me who was shocked by her answer.
“I, I……..I didn’t know. Sorry.” I continued as I leaned forward towards her trying to keep our conversation quiet.
She stared at me, swallowed, her face lost her smile slightly. I felt her foot touch and stroke my leg under the table.
“Did it turn you on? Are you wet thinking he saw your body?”
I leaned back and looked down at my crotch. I didn’t know what to say. No, I wasn’t turned on. In fact, I was quite alarmed knowing that he might have seen my body through the thin material. I looked at her. What should I say that wouldn’t upset her?
“I’m still wet thinking of you.” I cleverly replied, looking at her with puppy eyes.
Bob re-entered. “Here we go.” He said as he poured more wine into our glasses. Aunt Claire’s foot was till stroking my legs, pushing it’s way between my knees, but she was sat too far away to get her foot any closer to me.
She blew me a quick kiss just as Bob sat down again and we continued eating.
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We finished the meal and as I sat back, I could feel that I had eaten just a bit too much. I finished my wine and just as Aunt Claire was about to fill my glass once more, I had to say. “No more thank you. I am gonna pop.”
Bob finished and loudly blew out a big puff of air. We all laughed because we were all feeling exactly the same. I looked at Aunt Claire, then at Bob. The meal and the alcohol was having its effects on me. I felt stuffed with food, and sleepy but very happy.
Aunt Claire stood, then scraped and collected the plates together. I pushed my chair back and attempted to stand but immediately lost my balance and fell backwards into my seat. Bob bursa merkez escort and Aunt Claire gave out the biggest laugh as I sat there looking at them feeling a little dizzy. I looked at them then joined in with a ridiculous laughing fit.
I laughed so much, my sides were aching but I was eventually able to stand and help Aunt Claire take the plates and bowls to the kitchen. Bob remained seated, giggling, noticeably watching us both as we cleared the table.
In the kitchen, Aunt Claire was running hot water in the sink, so I placed the dirty plates next to her, and as I turned, I was just about to say something to Aunt Claire when she put a finger to her lips for me to be quiet.
I stood there, looking at her with a quizzical stare wondering what she was up to.
Aunt Claire wiped her hands on a towel and stood in front of me. She leant forward and kissed my forehead, her hands briefly cupping my breasts. I closed my eyes and offered my lips for her to kiss me. She kissed my eyes, nose and finally I felt her lips gently touch mine.
I opened my mouth slightly and stuck my tongue out to lick her lips. She in turn played with my tongue with hers and we kissed. My inhibitions were dropping once more, and it was my turn to reach up to cup her breasts. As I did, the heat in her kissing increased, and her tongue entered my mouth for me to suck on.
Then without any worry about her husband walking in and catching us, she lifted her dress, revealing her naked legs.
“Kiss me.” She whispered in my ear. “You know where. I want to feel your mouth on my pussy.”
I pulled away from her and looked at her in the eyes, frowning. “And use that tongue. I want to feel it wiggle inside me.”
Oh that was it. Together with the effects of the wine, that tingling was back between my legs and I was lost in the moment. I was tipsy and I was turned on. Without any thought, I immediately knelt down and was now looking at her gorgeous curvy hips and hairless pussy crease.
I leaned forward and kissed her soft mound as I felt her hand rest on my head. I then traced my tongue along the length of her labia, feeling just how smooth her skin felt. She bent her knees allowing me access to the inner folds of her pussy and pulled my head into her.
I kissed and licked her, and I was getting quite frenzied in doing it. I was enjoying everything about her pussy, feeling her soft skin and tasting her, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to please her with my mouth and tongue.
I heard her moan as her hips started to gently buck on my face, while her hand held me in place.
After a few seconds, she grabbed my hair, and pulled me away to look me in the eyes. My tongue was still sticking out, my nose and mouth soaking from my saliva and her wetness. I licked my lips.
“Enjoying my pussy?” She asked.
I swallowed and smiled, eagerly nodding my head.
“Good girl. It feels wonderful.” She pushed my face back in to her sex.
In my mind I was a little pre-teen girl again. Nodding, smiling, happy and content with a grown-up’s approval. I was being praised, and told I was doing a good thing, and that was everything to me. I secretly reached under my dress and touched my pussy. I was wet and open so I gently touched my clitoris.
With closed eyes, I continued licking her feeling her soft warm skin on my face. I flicked my tongue between her loose hanging lips and pushed into her as far as I could from my kneeling position. My jaw was getting a little tired, but I carried on regardless, lost in my erotic task.
Then I felt her tug on my hair once more. I pulled away to look up at her. She was smiling at me.
“Thank you, my little slave.” She said releasing my hair and then her dress, letting it fall to cover her legs.
I took that as a sign that I was finished. I stood looking at her, waiting to be told what to do next. She then leaned in and kissed my mouth, licking the outline of my lips tasting herself. With my eyes closed, I was loving her gentle touch because it made my stomach flutter and my pussy tingle.
She stopped and I opened my eyes again, she had an enormous grin on her face.
“You liked that didn’t you?”
I couldn’t help but smile back at her, and all I could do was giggle and nod like a drunk.
Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath, so without any thought, I bent down and kissed her material covered left nipple.
She reacted by gently holding my head in her hand as if I was a child nursing on her breast.
“I have two tits little one. Don’t forget the other one.” She said seductively, swallowing hard.
I moved my mouth to her other nipple and kissed it, feeling so turned on. I wanted to suck them. I wanted her dress out of the way so I had her naked breast in my mouth. I wanted to suck as if I was nursing. Oh God she had me so worked up.
BANG.
I was shocked and shaken by a noise coming from the dining room. Aunt Claire let go of my head as I stopped bursa sınırsız escort kissing and quickly looked round at the kitchen door.
“What was that?” I asked her, still looking at the door.
“I don’t know. It sounded like something fell over.” She said casually, turning, walking to the kitchen door. I followed her.
We entered the dining room to find Bob bending over a tipped over chair.
“Sorry.” He giggled. “I’m a bit sloshed. I just got up and lost my balance.” He giggled again.
I looked at Aunt Claire, a little relieved because so many thoughts were swimming around in my mind. She frowned quizzically at me and I relaxed. That was until I saw that the dining table was emptier than I last saw. I had only taken a couple of bowls into the kitchen but the roast turkey and gravy boat had now also gone. I quickly looked around to see if it was somewhere else in the room, then swallowed as I looked at Aunt Claire with wide eyes.
“Well, can you make it to the living room?” Aunt Claire turned and asked her husband.
He giggled again, acting very drunk, but I was still worried about where the turkey had gone.
“Yessssss.” He slurred. “Don’t worry about me.” He stood up straight, then wobbled off, carrying a full wine glass and an empty tumbler. As he turned, I couldn’t help notice an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers. I frowned, wondering if his cock was stiff or did he just have a big lunch box or whatever men called it.
Aunt Claire gathered up the remaining empty glasses from the table and I turned to help her.
“Get the place mats and serviettes please Ruth.” She asked as she walked back to the kitchen.
I did as she asked, also taking anything else that was left on the table. I followed her through the kitchen door.
And there it was. I stopped walking. On the kitchen table by the door. The remains of the roast turkey, and there next to it was the gravy boat.
That feeling of shock and alarm returned, my heart was racing. I put the place mats on the table, and stared at the turkey, wondering how it got there. But I knew. I wish I didn’t, but I did. There was no other explanation. Bob must have brought it in, but ……. when? He must have seen us. How could he not.
Aunt Claire saw me looking at the turkey. She stared at me, expressionless, flicking her thumb nails against her forefingers. She shook me out of my trance by saying. “Can you get some tin foil for the turkey please hun. It’s in that cupboard.” She pointed to a cupboard door next to the oven.
I wasn’t feeling too good. I looked into her eyes, searching for anything that would tell me that she knew her husband saw us. Still expressionless, she raised her eyebrows as if wanting me to ask a question.
I didn’t want to know. I was feeling a little bit betrayed. I thought that Aunt Claire and I had something special. She liked me and wanted me. I was her little submissive slave girl, but I was unsure if I liked the fact that her husband may have caught me with her. So, in total silence, I went to the cupboard, found the tin foil and placed it on the table next to the turkey. I looked at her and waited for her to say something.
Aunt Claire noticed the change in my demeanour. She stood in front of me and took my hands into hers, then looked into my eyes.
“What’s up?” she asked in a soft voice.
Now it was my turn. I raised my eyebrows, swallowed and asked. “He knows, doesn’t he?”
It was a few seconds before she answered, all the time looking into my eyes.
She nodded. “Yes, Bob came in earlier………He saw everything.”
I blew out a big puff of air. I was so embarrassed, mortified even humiliated. I could feel the heat emanating from my cheeks, but the look on Aunt Claire’s face was the icing on the cake. She acted like it didn’t seem bother her at all. I couldn’t believe it. In fact, her only concern seemed to be seeing my reaction
“Bob likes to watch girl on girl sex.” She added. “He watched you suck me. Do you think that weird?”
Oh no, don’t say that, I thought. No, not that. I opened and closed my mouth. I was going to say something but didn’t know what to say. I was about to say that I thought I saw a bulge in his trousers, but now, I knew it was because he saw us.
She continued, talking even more seductively. “He likes submissive bitch girls as much as I do.” She waited for her words to sink in. “He came in and saw you sucking my pussy.” My heart was racing. “You know when I pulled you closer?” I nodded. She paused. “He stayed to watch me feel your mouth.”
I wanted to sit down, but she didn’t let go of me. Instead, she pulled my hands, leaned in to me and said in a very lowered voice.
“Now, he wants to fuck me. This afternoon. Now.” I swallowed as she let go of my hands. “He wants to fuck me now, in the living room because he enjoyed seeing us.”
I was feeling dizzy, confused, embarrassed. I thought perhaps I ought to leave, but my feelings were now totally muddled. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay. Aunt Claire had shared so much with me and I thought she had feelings for me. I loved being with her and especially loved everything she had shown me today, her emotions, her inner feelings, but now, she was sharing a bit too much.