Chapter 15: Wiping Auntie's Sweaty Body
Asta and I followed Aunt Vivian to the dining table. The long wooden table was already set with simple plates and bowls.
I sat down on one of the chairs, trying to steady my racing breath.
Moments later, Aunt Vivian emerged from the kitchen carrying a large tray. Her naked body glistened with a thin layer of sweat.
The fragrant aroma of her cooking—spiced meat soup and warm bread—mixed with the sweet scent of her skin, honey and cinnamon, making me swallow hard without thinking.
The three of us started eating. Asta and Aunt Vivian looked completely at ease.
They ate with hearty appetites, chatting lightly about the neighbors and the weather, occasionally laughing softly.
Meanwhile, I… was a mess. The spoon felt heavy in my hand.
My eyes kept stealing glances across the table at her fully naked body—her heavy breasts swaying gently every time she reached for the bread, the thin beads of sweat trickling between her deep cleavage, and her smooth thighs spread casually open.
Whenever she caught me looking, Aunt Vivian only gave a small, knowing smile, as if she was enjoying my discomfort.
Lunch finally ended. Dirty dishes piled up on the table.
Aunt Vivian stood and stretched lazily. "Asta, darling, help me carry these plates to the kitchen, will you?"
Asta shook his head with a wide grin. "Ah, Mom, I've got something to do real quick out back. Let Leon help instead—he's our new guest here."
Aunt Vivian frowned, about to scold him, but I quickly stood up before she could speak.
"I'll help, Auntie."
The two of us carried the dirty plates to the kitchen. Once we set them down by the washing area, she thanked me.
But I didn't leave.
I stood behind her, staring at her bare, sweaty back. The desire I'd been holding back since earlier was now boiling over.
My body felt burning hot. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Auntie…" My voice came out hoarse.
"Are you uncomfortable with all that sweat? If you want… I can help dry you off." I sounded nervous, but I forced the words out anyway.
Aunt Vivian, who was rinsing the plates, paused for a moment.
She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes widening slightly in surprise.
But it only lasted a second. The next moment, she let out a soft, throaty chuckle, her voice low and teasing.
"No problem at all, sweetheart," she answered with a naughty smile, looking straight into my eyes.
"Just make sure you wipe everything until it's completely dry… okay?"
Hearing that, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed a clean towel from the rack.
My hands trembled slightly as I started drying her from behind—beginning with her arms, shoulders, then her smooth neck and back.
I tried to avoid the more sensitive spots, but the longer I went, the slower my movements became.
Her skin was warm and slick under my palms.
Aunt Vivian gave an impatient huff while still washing the dishes.
"Leon… why are you wiping the same spot over and over? Aren't there other places that need attention?" she complained in a playful, spoiled tone.
I panicked, searching for an excuse. "But Auntie…"
"Enough with the excuses," she cut me off firmly, though her voice was still dripping with seduction.
She turned around to face me, her large, heavy breasts swaying right in front of my face. "Come on, wipe my chest."
I swallowed hard. The towel suddenly felt much heavier in my hands.
Holding my breath, I stepped closer until there was almost no space left between us.
Her sweet, warm scent flooded my nose.
The clean towel touched her skin for the first time. I stroked slowly from the outer side of her left breast, feeling the incredible softness beneath the thin fabric.
Her flesh was warm, slippery with sweat, and so full that my palm seemed to sink in every time I pressed a little harder.
Aunt Vivian let out a soft sigh. "Mmm… slower, sweetheart. Really feel it first."
I nodded nervously and moved the towel even more slowly, tracing the heavy underside of her breast, then up to the top.
Her hardened nipple brushed against the back of my hand as I passed it. She bit her lower lip, eyes half-closed.
"Good… just like that," she whispered, her voice growing lower.
"Now the other one."
I moved to her right breast. This time my hand was bolder.
The towel circled her skin, wiping away the beads of sweat nestled in her cleavage.
I could feel her rapid heartbeat under my palm.
Every time the towel grazed her nipple, her body gave a little twitch and she let out a small moan that made my blood boil.
"Leon…" she called softly. "Don't just use the towel. Your hands are allowed too. I already told you… wipe until it's dry."
I hesitated for a second. But the temptation in her eyes was too strong. I draped the towel over her shoulder and touched her directly with my bare hands. Her skin was hot and slick.
I squeezed gently, savoring the weight and unbearable softness.
My fingers unconsciously brushed her hard nipples, circling them slowly.
Aunt Vivian moaned softly. "Ah… yes, like that. You learn fast."
I grew even bolder. Both hands now cupped her breasts at the same time, stroking, kneading, and wiping away the last traces of sweat with my thumbs.
Her nipples grew even harder between my fingers. Her breathing turned ragged, and her hips rocked slightly as if she couldn't hold back.
"The lower parts too," she whispered in my ear, her voice now husky.
"Don't forget… Auntie is sweating everywhere."
I bent slightly, running the towel under her heavy breasts, cleaning the damp folds of skin. Her scent grew stronger. The heat in my stomach burned hotter.
My left hand kept kneading her left breast more firmly, while my right hand moved lower, touching her flat, still-glistening stomach.
Aunt Vivian chuckled softly, her warm breath brushing my ear.
"You really can't hold back, can you, Leon darling…" She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief. "If that's the case… Auntie won't mind if you wipe the lower parts too. Want to?"
My hand stopped at the edge of her stomach. My heart pounded hard. I nodded slowly, my voice almost gone.
"Yes, Auntie… I want to."
Aunt Vivian smiled widely, then turned her body fully toward me.
She leaned back against the kitchen table, parted her legs slightly, and looked at me with a challenging gaze.
"Then… keep going, sweetheart. Auntie is already very wet all over."
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