A Intimate Affair

[LordLuck]

(closed for melodie69)

Arthur had been walking back home.

He lived on a quiet suburb of a large enough city. Even though he had moved recently to his uncle's home in order to attent to College classes, he was still getting used to the agitated life in the big city. However, he tried to spend most of his time in the city's calmer whereabouts. The neighbourhood was quite tranquil, and his classes would only begin in three weeks.

He had plenty of time to kill until then. And much, much to learn.

He was muscled, even though slightly thinner than most of his friends. Arthur wasn't the tallest of then, either. Some called him the Rod, because of such complexion. Nowadays, he lived with his aunt and his uncle, who was always - always working, spending days not coming back home.

And he was kinda timid. But that wasn't bad, was it? It was in that day, however, that things started to get different in his house...

 

[melodie69]

Isabelle wiped her brow gently and sighed. Working in her garden had always calmed her down before, but today...it just wasn't helping. She'd been outside for hours, planting and positioning, trying to clear her head and yet it hadn't worked. Not in the slightest. Her emerald green eyes stared off into space for a moment. If her husband was around, she wouldn't have to worry about...problems like this. He would take care of it, take care of her in a jiffy if he wasn't such a work-a-holic. Once upon a time, they were so happy and he...he was so passionate not just about work, but about her. Belle felt...isolated, especially at times like this. Was it her? Sure she had put on a few pound since they married. What had he expected? She was nearly 35 but she at least had nice smooth curves. Isabelle was a knock out, weight or no weight, with her deep emerald eyes and those gorgeous brunette locks that hung down along her shoulders. Today she had them tied back into a makeshift pony tail and she adjusted it, before sliding her hands down her sides slowly. Yep. She still had them. For a moment she glanced down at her large bosom and pushed a few strands of loose hair out of her eyes. She had double dee's for christ's sake and an overall figure that would stop even the gayest man in his tracks. Why did her husband choose work over her?

Needless to say, Isabelle knew what was wrong with her today of all days. Normally she ignored it, but how long had it been since she...had been with anyone? A few days? A week? No. Three months. Three whole months and he hadn't so much as looked in her direction. Sighing she bent over and began to shift some soil around her tomato plants. Belle's jeans were tight and had holes here and there, but she didn't mind them. They were gardening jeans after all.

 

[LordLuck]

Arthur had just walked into the porch, his steps doing little to no noise, when he was suddenly overcome with a majestic vision. His aunt's large, curvacious ass. The young man was completely awestruck with the magnificent view he got from her aunt bending over.

Good grace was Isabelle gorgeous. More than gorgeous. She was simply one of the most beaultiful women he had ever seen. His young eagerness had already started to tell, a scratchy feeling coming from way down into his balls, as his member started to throb. She was like in the prime of her feminine form, her curves full and complete.

To a young, inexperienced man like Arthur, she was a goddess of fertility, bending over to him alone, like if incitating himself into a fertility ritual of old. He had stopped bluntly in shock, as Belle had heard his footsteps into the porch. He stood quiet, hoping his bulge was still unnoticeable.

 

[melodie69]

Hearing a set of footsteps, Belle stood up straight and turned to face her nephew. She knew it had to be him, after all, her husband was never home. Though...something was off about him today. He seemed surprised. "Hi Arthur," she said with a small smile. "Don't act like you've never seen me garden before. You know George doesn't take care of this place," Even though she was curious, she resisted the urge to ask if he was ok. The boy was nothing short of timid, so she knew he could potentially be embarrassed by whatever it was. For such a stud, he sure was shy.

Her mind drifted for a moment as she thought about how much he looked like his father. There...was a real man. She remembered both him and George in their youth and man...were they gods. And here was Arthur...a spitting image. His frame was lithe and muscular, no doubt from sports and even though he was the tallest guy around, his beautiful eyes made up for it. She could stare into them all day if she had the chance, but sadly for her...she could. Arthur had gotten his father's jeans as well as his timid nature. George was...ambitious. Direct. If Arthur's father had been just a bit more forward things would have been drastically different. Her mind drifted even more...venturing to a place that didn't exactly help her current situation. In fact...it grew worse and she felt her stomach do a somersault. God...if only Arthur...wasn't...

Hm. Wasn't what? Her nephew? Biting her lip she thought a moment and ran her fingers back to her ponytail and pulled off the band, shaking her head a moment, to help free the long locks. There...was nothing wrong in flirting a bit right? Even if there was, Belle wouldn't have acknowledged it. She needed some sort of relief. Flirting wouldn't hurt anything right? Licking her lips, she playfully looked him over and started towards him, grazing his chest lightly with her index finger as she walked by. "Come on arthur. are you thirsty?...you look parched," she practically purred as she walked into the house, toward the kitchen.

 

[LordLuck]

Arthur didn't think twice before following her obediently into the house, his head lowereing unceremoniously down at her voluptuous backside. Arthur was really innexperienced. The furthest he had even gone with a girl was, when both were slightly drunk, to get a blowjob who was suddenly interrupted by her friends running into their hideout. So sad, it was.

"Yes, Isabelle. I would love to."

Partially joking, he almost patted her ass as he came behind her into the kitchen. Reclining in the counter, he ahd just forgotten how his throbbing member was starting to bulge his pants. Still, there he stood, eager to chat with his aunt and take closer looks from her attributes as she did not seemed to notice his blunt stares.

 

[melodie69]

Walking into the kitchen, Belle swayed her hips slightly and glanced over her shoulder to see if he was watching. Arthur's head was lowered, which was unusual for him. He was always so proper around her and George, even when it came to small things like looking up at their eyes when they spoke. And Arthur? Definitely wasn't looking up and ahead today.

Smiling to herself, Isabelle felt...young again. It was silly to think about but it was true. She was enjoying herself, that wasn't terrible right? Besides it was innocent. As he leaned against the counter, she casually looked him over. He was young and in his prime and she? Well she wasn't young anymore, but she definitely had the experience, unlike her nephew. Licking her plump pink lips, she couldn't help but notice that either that pair of jeans made his package look huge...or he had a hard on the size of a small boulder.

Isabelle got a plastic cup out of the cabinet and promptly dropped it. "So Arthur...what have you been up to today?" she asked innocently as she bent over to pick up the cup. Slowly she picked it up...her mind churning with ideas. Oh the things she'd do to him if she got the chance. Being his father's son...she was sure that he...wasn't the smoothest guy around. He was handsome but lacked experience...experience that she, someone who loved him deeply, could give him.

 

[LordLuck]

"Huh... I've been up, definetly... definetly..."

The young man couldn't really take his eyes out of his aunt's waving hips, his hard-on screaming for attention. However, Arthur was way more concentrated on his aunt's divine backside instead of his own aching need. He was satisfied enough just to look, don't touch. After all, she was an attractive woman. The most gorgeous woman on the street, in his humble opinion. Not that it mattered, but Isabelle was indeed the most beaultiful woman living in a few blocks. The other were usually elderly or far too young for him... except for some of the young patty bitches that lived down the road.

Disaster struck when Isabelle bend down to reach for the cup. Arthur started to get crimson as his erection started to pull down his zipper. However, he had to act naturally, even though his primal urges were to pounce at his aunt's back and ravage her body in a savage fuck. He had almost forgotten she was his aunt...

 

[melodie69]

"Up, huh?" she smirked and turned around, moving closer to him as she sat the cup down on the counter on the other side of him. Tilting her head slightly, she looked up at him and made sure she was close enough to feel his body heat, but not touch him. Though she wanted to. Maybe it was the lack of intimacy with her husband or maybe she was just crazy. Either way some very naughty thoughts were coursing through her brain. Thoughts that not even she could control for much longer. "Looks like you're not the only one that's up today,"

Belle reached up and brushed her fingers through his soft locks as she stood up straight, whispering into his ear. "It's ok though...let me help you with that..." Looking up at him through her eyelashes, one hand slipped down between them and slowly rubbed the large bulge in his jeans. Her thumb and index finger slowly began to pull down the zipper, watching him, incase he wanted to stop.

 

[LordLuck]

"Huh... Yes... Please..."

Arthur had ceased thinking for some time already. Even though the thoughts of how this was forbidden runned through his mind, the primal feeling of lust was never diminished, and slowly, he was only concentrating in how Isabelle's hand slowly unzipped his pants. He leant again over the counter, spreading wide both his arms as trying to hold onto it, reather than crashing down on the floor.

He stared at Isabelle's eyes. And somehow, he saw himself pleading her to go on, to continue. Somehow, this only felt... natural. And right.