Aunt Stella didn’t do her yoga in the living room that weekend. In fact, I barely got to catch any glimpses of her ass. But on Sunday at the dinner table, she wore the sluttiest black dress she could find. She had an excuse, a business meeting or some such, but I knew she was wearing it to tease me, and it was working. Every so often during dinner, she would stare right into my eyes and cause my underwear to get just a little bit wetter. I only hoped mom didn’t notice my squirming. Eventually I had to excuse myself.
The next day, my aunt woke me up earlier than I’d risen in months. My vision couldn’t really focus but I heard her call my name. Then I realized she was standing at the edge of my bed, facing away from me. She was completely naked, looking at me over her shoulder. Very slowly, she bent down and picked up something on the floor which I couldn’t see, exposing her voluptuous ass. Then, ever so slowly again, she lifted a black pencil skirt and zipped it up. I hadn’t even noticed but she also had her white blouse in her hand. She proceeded to put it on without looking at me.