The house was packed. People were everywhere; some were dancing, some were drinking, and others were just standing around, laughing and talking. The music was thumping, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat and perfume. It was the kind of party where you could lose yourself for hours, and no one would even notice you were gone.
I was standing near the kitchen, trying to decide if I should grab another beer or just mingle a little more, when my aunt - the chubby, busty one with the infectious laugh - caught my eye. She motioned for me to come over, and before I could even think about it, she had me in her arms, swinging me around to the beat.
As she spun me, my heart raced, and my cheeks flushed. It wasn't because I was nervous or out of breath. It was because I was dancing with my aunt, and I had an erection. It didn't matter that she was my aunt, or that we were at a family party. All I could think about was the way her breasts pressed against my chest, and the way her hips moved against mine. I was embarrassed, but I couldn't help but enjoy it.
The music changed to a slower song, and she pulled me closer, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "You're not the only one who's feeling a little hot tonight, you know." With that, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and I could feel my face burning even more.
I tried to focus on the music and the people around us, but it was hard when all I could think about was the way she moved against me. I could feel my heart racing, and my breath coming in short little gasps. I wanted nothing more than to pull her closer, to feel her body against mine, but I was at a family party and she was my aunt, and I knew better than to cross that line.
The song ended, and she let me go, stepping back with a little smile. "You're such a cutie," she said, patting me on the shoulder before spinning away to find someone else to dance with. As I stood there, trying to catch my breath, I could feel my erection still pressed against my pants, a constant reminder of the effect she had on me.
I made my way through the crowd, trying to focus on something else, anything else, but every time I looked at her, there she was, dancing with someone else or laughing with a group of friends, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. This was supposed to be a normal family party, but with my aunt's dancing and her body, it felt anything but normal.
As the night went on, I found myself watching her more and more, wondering what it would be like to be with her like that, outside of this party. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't shake the feeling. The alcohol in my system didn't help matters any, either. It was only the second time my parents let me drink. I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her breasts pressed against my chest...
The thought made my heart race even faster, and I knew I had to get away from her before I did something stupid. With a deep breath, I turned and made my way outside, hoping some fresh air would clear my head. As I stood there, staring up at the stars, I tried to convince myself that it was stupid and she was just being nice, that I could get over it. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew that deep down, this wasn't something I could just shrug off.
After a few minutes, I heard the sliding glass door open, and my aunt stepped out onto the patio. She was alone, and she looked...different. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed a little buzzed. She seemed to swing her hips a little as she walked over to the railing and leaned against it, taking in deep breaths of the cool night air.
"You know," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I've always thought you were special." Her words hung in the air between us, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and pride. "You're so...innocent...and sweet." She took another step closer, and I could smell the alcohol on her breath. "I bet you're a real charmer with the girls, huh?"
I didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to deny it, to pretend that I didn't feel the way I did, but another part of me wanted her to keep talking, to keep giving me these little glimpses into the way she really felt about me. So I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against my arm as she did so, and her voice lowered even further. "You know, if you ever wanted to talk...if you ever needed someone to understand...I'd be here for you." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my heart racing even faster. "We could...we could always find a way, you know."
As she spoke, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with her like that, to feel her body pressed against mine, to taste her lips on mine. It was a dangerous thought, one that I knew could have serious consequences, but I couldn't seem to shake it. And for some reason, I didn't want to.
I leaned in closer, my heart racing as I took in her intoxicating scent, and her words seemed to echo in my head. "I...I don't know what to say," I managed to choke out. "It's just...it's always been so confusing."
She smiled at me, glanced down at my erection, her eyes half-closed, and she reached up to stroke my cheek with the back of her hand. "There's nothing confusing about it," she said softly. "It was just a natural thing while we danced, right? Speaking of which, let's go back in. It's cold out here."
As we walked back inside, I felt a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through my veins. I knew that what we were about to do was wrong, but I couldn't help but be drawn to her. She led me over to a dark corner of the room, where we were surrounded by others dancing, and my family wouldn't notice us. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew that this was where she wanted to be.
As soon as we were out of sight, she pressed herself against me, her breasts flattened against my chest, her hips grinding against my thigh. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it was intoxicating. She reached up, her hands tangled in my hair, and pulled my head down towards hers. " You are such a good dancer for being so young, " she slurred.
I knew I should stop, but I couldn't. Something primal took over, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of her hips, the smell of her perfume and alcohol. The buzz from the alcohol seemed to dull any remaining inhibitions I had, and I let myself get carried away by the sensation of being so close to her.
We danced like this for what felt like hours, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine. Her skin was like fire against my own, and I could feel myself growing harder with each passing moment. I didn't know what would happen if we were caught, but at that moment, it didn't seem to matter.
Finally, she pulled away, breathing heavily. Her pupils were dialated and her cheeks flushed. "You know," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, "I've always wondered what it would be like..." Before I could even process what she was saying, she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.
As our tongues tangled together, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. It was everything I'd ever fantasized about, and more. Her hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes, grinding against me. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this hazy, passionate embrace.
Time seemed to slow down as we danced, the music a distant hum in the background. I could feel her body pressing against mine, her breasts flattened against my chest, her hips grinding against my thigh. With each passing moment, I could feel myself growing harder, more desperate for her.
Finally, she broke away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the desire burning there. "Come with me," she whispered, taking my hand and leading me towards the hallway. "There's somewhere we can dance alone..." I followed her, my heart racing, not quite believing this was really happening. But as we disappeared into the darkness, I knew there was no turning back now.
We found the dimly lit laundry room at the end of the hall, the only light coming from a sconce on the wall. The air was heavy with anticipation and the smell of cheap perfume. She closed the door behind us, leaning against it as she caught her breath. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, my whole body aching with need. She quietly said, "We shouldn't be here. But we are just dancing."
She walked over to me slowly, her hips swaying with each step. When she was close enough, she reached up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her thighs spread over my leg, humping it as she started dancing.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling the softness of her skin against my fingers. As we moved together, I could feel her heat radiating off of her body, and it was intoxicating. Her breasts pressed against my chest, almost spilling out her top. I pulled hard on her hips seeking friction for my aching young cock.
She moaned into my neck, her breath hot against my skin. "You feel so good," she murmured. I couldn't help but smile against her skin, knowing that I did. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her and forget everything else.
Her movements became more urgent, her hips rocking harder against mine. I could feel the wetness between her legs, and it only made me harder. I knew I had to find a way to make this happen, to make us come together. Our grinding became less and less dancing and more and more just grinding. But we both needed the facade of dancing.
