‘Auntie’ Knows Best

When my friend Jan asked me to put her grandson up overnight, I agreed and didn't give it a second thought. So much so that I had totally forgotten about it until I received a text message telling me he would be arriving at around 7pm that day.

'Oh Bridget,' I said aloud. 'You're losing your marbles.' I'm not, of course. My mind is in perfect working order and so, I am proud to say, is my body. I look younger than I am partly because my clever hairdresser disguises my greys in my platinum blonde hair which is still shoulder length. I keep myself trim by watching what I eat, and gardening, and twice weekly dance classes. My friends know all about those. What they know less about is my regular sexercise. Some people like to talk about that kind of thing but I prefer discretion and I like to have my own little secrets. I don't stick to one man, not since my divorce ten years ago. These days it feels better to choose when I have male company - and it keeps it spicy.

For this particular evening, I had invited Chris, my most regular lover, to come for dinner and to spend the night. It was annoying that my privacy might be compromised by a visitor, one who was bound to tell his grandmother about the evening, and it occurred to me to cancel our date. But I rejected the idea. I had woken up thinking about it, what I might wear for Chris to excite him and the things I would get him to do to me. I had already made myself horny that morning in bed, my naughty fingers straying down my body and into my knickers for a few delicious moments... but leaving it at that, to tantalise my body and mind. I reassured myself that, if Jan found out about Chris, it was no big deal, though it would lead to some predictable questions. I would play it by ear and perhaps just ask her grandson to keep it to himself.

The young man that turned up was good-looking with a nice head of hair, and confident. A little too confident - cocky even. He was friendly and polite enough and, to be honest, I am not really into younger men - but I immediately sensed that he didn't really see me, and that I was being ever so slightly patronised.

'I'm grateful you can put me up,' he said, looking down into his overnight bag. 'I don't want to use up my money on accommodation. The training tomorrow is already costing enough.'

'It's just the one night you need?'

'Yes thanks. I've booked a train early evening so I'll be back in time to meet some friends having a birthday drink.'

'You can eat with me and a friend of mine tonight, if you'd like?'

'That would be good. Thanks.' And then he settled down to scrolling on his phone.

I had earlier decided to dress rather sexily at dinner for Chris and now I became extra determined to make sure this young guy noticed me. Not that I particularly fancied him - really I didn't, at first - but I had a point to make on behalf of sexy mature women everywhere! And since I have been on HRT, I have felt sexier than ever. I left him in the living room and went upstairs where I applied my makeup carefully and took time to choose the right outfit. I picked a top that looked elegant but was nearly backless and that fell attractively over my breasts. I didn't want to be teetering around in front of him so I rejected the stilettos - I'd wear those another time for Chris - and went for more comfy block-heeled shoes and combined them with a miniskirt that was just a tiny bit too short for a sensible mature lady. I checked myself out in the mirror and I was satisfied. Then I went downstairs and joined him for a drink. Gratifyingly, he did a double take when he saw me like that, and his checking me out was very obvious.

The evening went better than I could have expected. Far from being the cocky youth I initially thought him to be, Tom was interested in everything Chris and I talked about, and surprisingly knowledgeable about the music we grew up with. I was pleased to see the two men getting on well and I particularly enjoyed getting myself into positions where they could admire me. Of course, I pretended to take no notice but I took full advantage of the mirror in the dining room which let me see their eyes - both pairs - roaming over my body. My favourite mirror moment was when I bent over, stretching my miniskirt nicely and I observed a delighted look on Chris's face and then I saw Tom wagging his finger at Chris in a silent, jokey telling off. I liked it so much because it meant that Tom could clearly see what Chris finds irresistible about me - and the younger man was appreciating me too.

Soon after, I used the loo and was happy as well as a bit surprised to find I had got rather juicy. As I idly repeated the little motion of that morning in bed, slowly spreading my juices over the length of my moist slit, I started thinking about enjoying both men together. I imagined myself bending over, just as I had at the dinner table, but looking up at Tom before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth - while Chris lifted my skirt and slipped two fingers into me from behind. I shivered with pleasure and copied the idea with two fingers of my own. As I pictured the two of them enjoying me, I let my fingers ease in and out. It was rather delicious! But I stopped after less than a minute. The decision was made: that was one horny fantasy but the reality could easily go wrong and I didn't seriously want it. I was enjoying anticipating my night with Chris and I would not complicate things by trying to engineer a threesome. By the time I got into bed with Chris, I would be very ready for a good shag - and he would supply it.

When I returned to the lounge and saw Tom check me out - yet again, and not very subtly - I felt the warmth returning between my legs and, over the next hour of friendly chat with more wine, I couldn't help wondering if there was still a way I could end up playing with him. The fact that I had got him to desire me was making me more interested in him! While I half-listened to Chris tell Tom about his lovely but unreliable car, I began daydreaming of Chris having to go suddenly for a minor domestic emergency, leaving me to ask Tom seductively, 'Now my lover has had to go... who is going to take his place tonight?'

I smiled broadly and Tom said, 'What's making you happy, Bridget? You obviously aren't thinking about cars.'

I laughed. 'I wasn't, no! Just having a pleasant daydream. But I think that is a sign. I'm going to start getting ready for bed.'

I got up and walked behind Chris. As I squeezed his shoulder as a sign to join me, I looked directly into Tom's eyes. His eyes looked right back which encouraged me to saunter over to him and raise my arms for a hug. As he stood up, I said, 'You're good company Tom. I'm glad you came tonight.' I enjoyed his strong arms around me.

His reply was sincere. 'I've thoroughly enjoyed myself. Thank you again for everything but especially your company.'

'Mmmm,' I murmured as I kissed one cheek, then the other, then the first again. 'Nice.' I let go of him and said, 'See you in a minute, Chris.'

Feeling really horny now, I got upstairs and started getting ready for Chris. I took off the heels and was glad to get out of my bra because the underwire had started to dig in. I suddenly knew exactly what I would do next. I quickly pulled on one of my favourite pairs of hold ups - they're the colour of dark grapes - and stood into my fluffy black mules - purely fun for the bedroom. I wrapped my black satin wrap around me and checked out my reflection. Yes. I looked hot. Very hot indeed for a lady of 61 years of age.

I pulled out my little toys drawer, picked up the smallest thing there - a mini butt plug - and brought it into the bathroom. After I'd peed, I applied some lube and inserted the plug. Ah! It felt good, just what I needed. 'Come on, Chris,' I said aloud and, as if in immediate response, I heard the bedroom door open. I got up, enjoying the familiar sexy discomfort of the plug, and strode over.

'Wow!' he said, his eager eyes wide. 'I'll use the bathroom as quick as I can.'

'Did Tom come up with you?'

'Yes. Before me, actually. He said he needed to be alert for tomorrow.'

'Okay, good. I'll just check he's got everything.'

'Cool,' replied Chris. 'But don't be long. I can't wait to get my hands on you.'

'I won't,' I sang as I slipped through the door.

'Anybody home?' I ask as I knock on the door of the spare bedroom. I slip inside and swiftly shut the door behind me. Tom is lying in bed, topless - and looking rather fetching.

'You look nice and comfortable, Tom. Is the bed okay?'

'Yes thanks, Bridget. I like these pillows. Much better than mine.'

'And you've got everything you need?' I ask as I walk slowly round the bed to the chair on the far side of it. I sit down and cross my legs, perfectly aware that my wrap will rise up. I see Tom's eyes flicker over my upper legs where the lace stocking tops have come temptingly into view.

'Yes. Perfect, thanks. I've got everything I need.'

'Which doesn't include pyjamas, I see,' I say with an appreciative smile.

He colours slightly. 'I only wear them if it's really cold.'

'I don't blame you. I prefer to sleep naked, more or less. I'm not wearing anything much under this.' I pause to let him imagine for a moment, conscious that my nipples must be pushing against the wrap. 'But when Chris is here, he always wants me to dress in some sexy little thing, you know? Like a silky nighty he's bought me. So I'd better get back to him.' I uncross my legs and then cross them again to give Tom another excuse to admire them. 'One more thing before I go.'

'What's that?'

'I've enjoyed your company this evening and I am wondering whether I can't tempt you to stay another night?'

'I've had such a good evening too. Much better than I thought I would, to be honest.' Then he rushes to add, 'Just because I didn't know you. But I have to get back for the birthday drinks I told you about. You and Chris will just have to put up without me!'

I laugh. 'Ah. That's just it. Chris won't be here tomorrow.'

'Oh. Is he away too?'

'No. I haven't invited him to stay. He'll leave after brunch. The invitation is for you only.' I raise my eyebrows and smile.

'Now that you've got a new auntie... wouldn't it be nice to get to know her a bit better, without Chris or anyone else in the way? You do like having a new auntie, don't you, dear?'

'Of course I do!' he laughs. 'Especially such a generous, "hostess with the mostest" kind of aunt. But I still...'

'Think about it. You could properly relax over a nice long evening. Have a drink, chat, forget about any worries... really relax. Auntie knows what's best for you,' I add seductively.

He looks at me with renewed interest and again his eyes flicker over my body. 'Well... that does sound appealing!' He pauses. 'But I've had this birthday drink in my diary for a month. It's a good friend of mine.'

'Then they'll forgive you if you can't make it.' I smile and put my hand on one of his. 'I wonder what would seal the deal? What would decide it for you?' I stroke his hand and let my fingers run up his arm. 'I liked it when you hugged me, dear. Your arms felt so warm and strong.' My hand pauses on his shoulder. 'Chris particularly likes me touching his chest,' I say soothingly. 'Can I touch yours?'

He is a bit embarrassed, I think, but he says, 'If you want to.'

I lean forward and steady myself with my left hand on his shoulder as I use my right to caress the centre of his chest which is a little hairy. I swirl the hairs slowly and press my fingers softly into the muscle.

'Mmmmm, feels nice,' I whisper. He doesn't reply but he is clearly enjoying my sensual touch. We are silent for maybe a minute as I continue to caress his chest in the same way. 'I'll have to go soon,' I whisper but I lean in nearer so my breasts, nestled beneath the wrap, are close to his face. I let one of my fingers stroke one of his nipples, as if by accident. Moments later my finger returns and it goes back and forth over the same nipple. To my delight, a little moan escapes his lips and Tom closes his eyes. I catch the little nub between two fingers now and lift it and squeeze it. He moans again, his eyes still shut. 'Some men have very sensitive nipples,' I say quietly as my hand trails across his chest and I thumb the other one. His nipples are small but they harden pleasingly for me. I reposition myself so I can thumb both nipples at the same time. This time, he lets out a sigh of pleasure. 'Feels good, doesn't it?'

'Really good,' he replies.

'Have you got an erection?' I immediately ask. Not waiting for a reply, I let my right hand travel down over his stomach under the duvet. I quickly locate a big hard bulge stretching the material of his underpants. 'You have, you naughty boy!' I exclaim. 'But then, I am a naughty auntie, aren't I?' I add more quietly. 'You can take these shorts off.' Tom doesn't say anything but wriggles to help me pull them off and lies back down. I tap my fingers along his firm young tummy and they alight on his stiff cock. 'That's better,' I say, and put my face close to his as I begin to stroke him, ever so gently. 'Mmmmmm,' I say quietly and brush my lips against his cheek. His moans become louder now and excite me. My pussy must be soaking! I think. I quickly reach under the wrap, pat myself with my right hand and then smear on him my juice as it cools.

'Oh god! That's amazing.'

'Yes! Auntie knows just what a young man needs.' I stroke him as softly and delicately as I can.

'Do it harder, Bridget. Please.'

'Mmmmmmm.' I caress him some more. 'No, I won't do it harder tonight, if that's okay with you, Tom? I ought to be going, so I'm going to leave you to finish off.'

'That's so bad,' he says with a pained laugh. 'You're seriously teasing me.'

'Correct! That is precisely what Auntie wants to do. So that you will be seriously looking forward to our fun tomorrow evening.' I stroke him again, relishing his hard flesh in my hand and thinking about how I will enjoy it tomorrow. 'Is it right for Auntie to assume you will be staying another night?'

He squirms. 'I think you know the answer to that one!'

'Do I? Why don't you tell me, then?'

'Oh god! Yes, Bridget. Yes, Auntie! Of course I will stay. But don't go till you have helped me come!'

I love his begging for release and I am sorely tempted to start pumping his cock until I see all that lovely spunk shoot from its tip... but I have an even better idea. 'There is something I have on me right now. Or rather, in me.'

He looks quizzical as I stop and reach under my robe. I let it fall open so he can see my breasts for the first time while I ease the plug out of its warm home. 'Do you like?'

'Your breasts are lovely.'

'Thank you,' I answer, tightening the wrap. 'You'll see them again soon. And then I'll let you enjoy them fully.'

'Mmmmm. I would like that.'

I hold up the little butt plug. 'Do you ever use one of these? Do you know what it is?'

His eyes widen. 'I know what it is. But I've never had one myself. It's a bit of a gay thing, isn't it?'

'I don't think so,' I reply. 'This has not been near any other man, gay or not. And it has plenty of lube on it, from when I put it in my bottom a minute ago. Can you guess why I like it?'

'Because it's naughty and so are you?'

I smile at this. 'I find it gives me that extra little bit of sensation when I'm touching myself... I imagine you would enjoy it too.' He looks at me as I touch the inside of his thigh. I kiss his mouth and then stop to focus on the little toy.

'Lift up for Auntie. That's it.' I gently press the plug against his firm young bum, find the entrance and gently start to open him up. 'Don't fight it. Let it in,' I whisper. 'Let Auntie's little toy into your bottom.' He tenses against it for a few seconds and then, sensing him relax, I push a little harder and the plug slips inside him. He sighs and, when I rub the full length of his cock, he sighs more loudly.

'That's nice,' I say as I kiss his cheeks and neck. 'I've put a little of the lube from my toy on your cock. You'll come quickly now.' Then I get up and make for the door.

'I'd come in no time if you just rubbed my cock a bit more!'

'Think nice thoughts about tomorrow evening, Tom. When we are going to properly indulge.' I am on the verge of walking through the door when I have another idea. 'In the meantime, I'll give you one last help. I'm going to leave the door open here and the one to my bedroom. That way, you'll be able to hear my excitement... and that should tip you over the edge. Night night... and have the sweetest dreams!'

And I am as good as my word, keeping both doors a little ajar when I return to Chris.

'I was starting to wonder whether you were coming back at all.'

'There's no way I would miss out on some loving tonight,' I reply. 'I am so in the mood for it! I just got held up chatting to Tom. He's such a nice boy.'

'Yes! I began to think, maybe you would get your loving with him tonight!' His voice is not angry or jealous.

'I'm old enough to be his mother, if not his grandmother.'

'This is true. But I don't think Tom looks at you in that way.'

'Don't you?' I say, happy to fish for compliments. 'Did he tell you something?'

'Not in so many words. But I caught him checking you out more than once this evening.'

I pretend this is occurring to me for the first time. 'Now that you say it, I did notice a little glint in his eye at one stage.'

Chris is clearly not unhappy with the way this is going. 'Yes. A lot of young guys are very attracted to sexy older women... Sensual older women like you who know what they're doing,' he says as he starts to stroke my hair and shoulders, the way I like. 'And when you tucked him in, wearing your sexy clothes, I bet he loved it.'

I smile. 'Do you think he would have liked to see this?' I ask and slowly open the wrap so that my breasts and my underwear and the stocking tops come into view.

Chris makes a noise of enthusiastic appreciation. 'He wouldn't have been able to keep his eyes off you.'

'Mmmmmmm. Maybe he wouldn't have been able to keep his hands off me. Suddenly running his hands all over my thighs and my tits. Can you imagine that?' I ask as I sit on the bed, close to Chris.

'Yes, I can imagine it.'

'Mmmmm. So can I! I'm almost as bad as you, Chris. And what might I have done? Maybe reached under the covers and felt his thick cock in my soft hands.' So saying, I lift the covers just a little and immediately find what I want. 'Oh yes! I would have found Tom's cock, just as thick and hard as this.' I stroke Chris's erection and he groans in pleasure.

'That's so good!'

'Yes. That is what Tom would say. And I... I would be so so juicy from the effect I'm having on him.'

'Bridget, why don't you give my cock a nice suck?'

I get up. 'I've got a better idea. Come over here.'

He practically leaps out of bed, his hard-on like a water diviner.

'I'm so wet. I want you to come straight into me.' I lean against the wall nearest the door and push my bottom out and give it an inviting wiggle.

'Oh yes!' Chris exclaims. 'But you never want us to go straight into it like this.'

'I know! But I'm just in the right mood for it.' I reach back and pull on the short wrap. Chris lifts it and caresses both cheeks of my bum.

'I love your curves.'

'I love your cock.'

I feel it then, nudging against my bum flesh, teasing me for a few seconds until I feel it on my lips. Then there are more tantalising moments as he wets his tip on my juicy lips before he finally slides inside.

'Oh yes!' I say loudly. 'Yes, Chris! Fuck me. Fuck me good.'

He moans his approval as his stomach slaps against my nicely wobbly bottom. 'That's it,' I say, trying to make my voice as clear as possible for Tom next door. 'No licking, no foreplay tonight. I'm soaking wet and -' I draw breath as Chris bangs me. 'And... and just good, hard fucking.'