My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 17A

The proposal, part 1.

I had a week. Just one week to get this together. When I left Evie's house, I told Walter that Evie and I were spending the night alone and that she might not be home. Believe me, I knew she wasn't going home. Or at least that was my plan. So, I had very little time to plan dinner, our evening together afterward, buy a ring, purchase a sexy negligee, and get my act together to accomplish what I wanted. Her!

I racked my brain all of Sunday and Monday. I was researching plays, shows, music, different or unique dining places, fancy restaurants, and hotels. Every time I got an idea, it just never seemed to click in my head the way I wanted it to. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted her and me to be together from that day on. I had already decided I was going to propose, hopefully getting a "Yes," and then never letting her leave my side again. I finally decided to make reservations at Hawksmoor, then secured a couple of tickets for a night of classical music at the Barbican Center, returning to my place for a night of romance and my proposal. Now I had to get the ring.

I hate rushing, but over the next couple of days, I was stopping at various jewelry stores near my work until I stumbled across the ring I thought was perfect. It wasn't overly priced or fancy, but it was just what I believed she would like and what I could afford. I didn't even know her ring size. I guessed by my memories of her fingers, purchased it, and went home, overly excited that I was going to go through with this.

I wanted those moments back alone at my house to be perfect. I shopped online and purchased a very sleek, sexy, almost see-through negligee with a matching robe. A long, thin, double-headed dildo that was flexible enough for both of us to use, or to double penetrate her, or myself. I think you know the kind I mean. I spent the next few days cleaning the piss out of my house, making a wax appointment, and feeling queasy in my stomach each day that got closer to Saturday, because I knew what I was about to do. I was beyond nervous. But the feelings of excitement and nervousness tripled on Saturday afternoon, when I got the text from her that she was on her way.

We both dressed very classy, in dresses, heels, and makeup on point, and left for our 5:30 dinner reservation, to ensure we made the 7:450 P.M. curtain time for the symphony show. We walked into the restaurant holding hands and looking like a million dollars. We didn't seem to care who looked at us, who believed we were mother or daughter or lesbians. We were in love, we were out together, not sneaking around, Walter knew where we were going and what we were doing, so this was our moment. He, in turn, was out playing cards with some group of men he associates with, and surely wouldn't be bothering us all evening. In essence, it was our time to be the two women in love that I had wanted us to be. I was happy.

Dinner was wonderful. We had a great conversation. We held hands across the table, rubbed up and down on each other's legs without feet, laughed, and just overly enjoyed our time together. We gathered our car from the valet, motored to the symphony, parked, entered, and were seated like royalty. When we were at the restaurant, even though it was an upscale place, I think we were both slightly overdressed. But when we arrived at the symphony, it seemed like we fit right in, or even underdressed, compared to other women's dresses and gowns. We held hands throughout the show, and even though it wasn't either of our musical choices, the orchestra and the music were on point and performed perfectly. It was a wonderful night of being together, being dressed up, holding hands, being in love, being out in the world, and now, just as we were about to leave the Barbican entrance, my stomach was doing flips, because I knew the moment was coming.

What Evie didn't know, or see when she initially arrived by me, was that I had a large bottle of Champagne chilling in a large bucket of ice in my kitchen, accompanied by two tall, long candles, which I could light when we got home to set the mood. The new negligee was on my bed, with the sheets turned down, and that new toy was resting at the foot of the bed.

After we arrived home, I walked into my kitchen, grabbed the champagne bucket, poured out the melted ice water, carried it out onto my dining room table, which sits just adjacent to my front room. I walked back, grabbed the candles, lit them, and lit several others in my front room to softly light it. Evie came up beside me as I was opening the bottle, softly speaking out, "Oh, Champagne. Bella, you are making this night so perfect. I am so glad we could be together."

As excited or interested as she may have been for us, I have no doubt she wasn't expecting me to propose. I believe she knew we were going on a romantic night, and that we would hopefully spend the night together, making love, and waking up next to each other. But the big surprise was yet to come for her.

We softly kissed, touched, held hands, and talked for quite a while on my couch, under the dim light of flickering candles. I knew we were glad to be alone finally. To have a romantic evening all to ourselves. To make love without Walter being around. Not to be sneaking around.

When we started kissing deeply after a couple of glasses of champagne and feeling a bit tipsy, I pulled Evie and told her I had a surprise for her, that she needed to wait right here until I changed.

"Change?" She asked.

"Yes, change. I answered. As I got up, leaned over, placed a soft, closed lip kiss on her forehead, and whispered, "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

I walked into my bedroom. My stomach was doing flips. I was shaking with nervousness. I still couldn't believe how much I wanted her, how I longed for the touch of a woman. How I wanted her to be cuddling in bed next to me late at night when the moment struck. For her to roll over and slide under the covers and eat my pussy so feverishly, that I would be cumming in minutes.

I stood undressing in my bedroom, my body felt shaky as I slipped my clothes off, grabbed my new negligee, slipped my legs through it, pulling it up and over my tits, while slipping the spaghetti straps over my shoulders. I stopped to look at myself in the mirror, to see my young, sexy, thin body in this outfit, while throwing the accompanying robe over my shoulders, only turning back to ensure the little black box with Evie's engagement ring was sitting on my nightstand, the dildo at the end of the bed. I took one last deep breath, opened my bedroom door, and began walking back down the hallway to my front room.

When I stopped at the end of the hallway, just at the entrance of my front room, and Evie looked up, her eyes widened, she slowly smiled from ear to ear, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"I bought this for you," I spoke softly. I wanted this night to be special.

"Oh, Bella," she whispered out. "You look absolutely amazing."

I walked over to Evie, took her champagne glass from her hand, set it down on the coffee table, and climbed up on top of her lap, resting back on her legs. Evie just kept staring at my new negligee, rubbing he hands across it, feeling the bare skin of my legs. I knew this was turning her on. I knew she wanted me, wanted a woman, and wanted lesbian sex just as much as I did. This wasn't some passing interest anymore. She was - at minimum - bisexual. She wanted pussy just as much as she wanted dick. While I was past bisexual and only wanted her, wanted pussy, or in essence just wanted women.

I pulled Evie's chin up, looked her right in her eyes, and whispered, "I want you to slowly take this off of me and make love to me like you never have before."

Her eyes glistened with excitement as we both moved towards each other and had the first deep, soft kiss of the night. During the heated, long, sensual kiss, I could feel Evie's hands gliding across my skin. Sliding along the material of my negligee, across my tits, along the back of my neck, and in those sensual, sexual moments, my excitement was building.

I pulled from our kiss and whispered to her, "Take me!"

I started to pull myself off of her lap slowly. Evie guided me down the hallway to my bedroom. When we got to my room, she sat me on the edge of my bed, knelt down in front of me, and was squatting down on her legs as she rubbed up and down my bare legs, looking at my wet, waxed pussy that showed through the sleek material of my negligee.

She lowered her head and slowly kissed both of my thighs, making her way up from my knees to my inner crotch, just before her lips hit the material thigh over my pussy. I was so wet, so excited, so relieved that it was just her and me. That I had gone out of my way to make this night perfect, and now, in the quietness of my room, with just a small light on my dresser illuminating us, I wanted her more than I could ever imagine.

It wasn't long until she pulled the straps down, her mouth all over my tits, her hand rubbing my pussy over the material, her body leaning into mine. I was dripping wet, so scared, so anxious. I started thinking, maybe I should have proposed to her in the front room. Maybe I should have sat her down on the edge of the bed first and proposed before she started seducing me. I had never taken this action before. No one ever proposed it to me. Maybe I should have done it at dinner or when we got to the symphony. All I knew was that sometime during this night, I was going to have to ask her to marry me, and I hoped all of this would lead to a yes.

Evie's mouth was touching every erogenous zone I had. Her hands slowly touch me, engulfed me, and drew me further and further into the love I already have for her. When she guided me down onto the mattress, lifted my legs up, ripped my negligee off, and dove into my pussy face-first, I chirped. I was wide open, wet, ready, and more than willing to let her take me. I felt her warm mouth, moist lips, and wet slippery tongue pleased every inch of me as I lay back, head shifting from side to side, my mouth wide open, my ass pussy begging to be filled, my asshole ready for anything she wanted to do to it. I was encompassed, engrossed, and at her absolute will as I was moaning out her name.

"Fucking eat my pussy, Evie, make me cum! Make me cum!" Sprang from my mouth moment after moment.

I could hear her sloppy, sucking, and puckering away at me, while two of her long, thick fingers were ramming in and out of me.

"I love you, Evie. I fucking love you." Rang out throughout my room as I started arching my back, my legs quivering as my feet barely straddled the end of the mattress.

"Holy Fuck, Evie, I'm fucking cumming!" Shot from my mouth as I lifted my entire over torso off of the bed, her face being pinned between my thighs as I orgasmed hard from her mouth.

When I rested back down on the mattress, I pulled her face up to mine, kissed her deeply, and rolled her over onto her back.

I was like a woman on a mission. I couldn't get her shirt open, off, and her bra unclasped any faster if I tried. My mouth went immediately to her right nipple as my hand grabbed, cupped, and squeezed her left tit. I couldn't have wanted her any more. Even though I had just cum hard, I was so ready to cum again. To make her cum. To make her want me and this lifestyle more than anything she could have ever imagined.

We struggled to get the rest of her clothes off, but when I had her fully naked, we adjusted our positions, and I aggressively kissed my way down her neck, across both tits, down her naval, and slid right down between her legs. I paused for a few seconds as I lay myself flat, got into the right position, and stroked at her hot, wet, wide-open pussy. It was what I had wanted forever. What I longed for, and after tonight, what I hoped would be mine forever.

I dove in face-first, not hesitating a second to ram my tongue inside of her. To make her feel like she was going to get pleasured better than anyone else ever had. I don't know if anyone has ever felt the way I did for her to a same sex partner, but if you have, you know what I mean by wanting every moment of being alone. I wanted nothing more than to be with her, to feel her soft, sensual skin, to hold her, to please her however she needed me to. To wake up next to her, to spend our days together, work or not, to have dinner at night, and to fall asleep next to her, cuddled in my bed, whether we made love or not.

Even though I was deep within her loins, pleasing her, my face soaking wet, sounds emanating from my mouth, her soft whimpers resonating within my room, my thoughts were vast, deep, resounding, lustful. I was in love. We were finally alone, making love. I was chest down on my mattress, eating her pussy, with every bit of fury, passion, and desire I could muster. I knew I was in the right place, at the right time, when she was moaning, she was going to cum. Moaning out my name. Telling me, "Bella, don't stop."

This time, when Evie came, she didn't lock up or gently guide my head away from her pussy. She actually crunched herself up into a little ball, grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and pulled my face deeper into her, slightly locking her legs in place. I felt every bit of that orgasm. I felt her inner muscles clinch, her pussy pulse, her wetness increase. I was pinned so deep within her that I could barely breathe, and I loved every second of it.

When Evie finally released her muscles, and her legs let loose, I backed off a bit just staring at her pussy, her naked body, her big tits, which were lying towards the sides of her chest, while her chest rose and fell, catching her breath. My heart was beating fast, not because of the sex or my desire to eat pussy, but because I knew what I was about to do. I was going to propose. Here and now, in those fading, loving, desirable, quiet moments after sex, in my dimly lit room, I was going to take the biggest chance I had ever taken.

I'll tell you about the next moments in the next chapter.