Accidents do happen every so often. Sometimes there are cosmic forces at work that thanks to some unknown galactic formula result in some unintentional incident taking place that you have no control over. Sometimes these incidents are good and sometimes they are bad but there is a third level in play here. It’s the grey area between good and bad. The incident itself might be good at the time but the fall-out is often very bad if handled improperly. More often than not the best solution in these instances is to keep quiet. That's the situation I was put in once when I visited my friend's aunty about four years ago.
It was supposed to have been a simple task; just drop off a movie at her place on my way home from work. I approached the semi-detached house and closed the gate behind me as quietly as I could, it had a habit of slamming and creating a sound that can be likened to someone standing on a Banshee's foot. I had been here several times with my friend and had met his aunty and uncle. They were a nice and friendly pair both in their mid-forties. There was nothing to distinguish them from anyone else their age really except for the fact that his aunty, Veronica, was still a beautiful and curvaceous woman. There was barely a straight line on her body and her figure flowed perfectly culminating with a wholesome pair of breasts that sat begging to be groped. The view was just as good from behind with a firm butt that always sat inside a pair of tight jeans to show it off to the best effect. Truth-be-told I had thought about her at night more than once.
Not being a stranger to the house I knew that everyone went in around the side entrance that led to the kitchen rather than the front door so I made my way up the path that ran alongside the property. I passed a small window and for some reason that I can't possibly explain I looked in just for a second. My feet stopped in their tracks. My heart skipped a beat as a surge of blood rushed to my cock. My eyes had caught sight of Veronica standing in the doorway to the living room with her back to me. Her bushy blond hair hung down her almost bare back over a dark black bra strap. As my eyes continued down her back they fell upon a matching black thong that squeezed in between her pert cheeks and cupped her pussy as they wrapped around the front. Finally, her legs were garnished in a pair of thigh-high black stockings which fitted comfortably into a pair of dazzling red leather heeled shoes.
I seemed to stop breathing as I stood there watching her put her hands on the door frame as she looked into the living room obviously talking to someone. After a few moments she began to sway her hips from side to side causing the cheeks of her arse to rub the thong together between them. As I watched, hypnotized by her curvaceous movements, I had to reach down and readjust my stiffening cock in order for it to sit more comfortably in my trousers. Without realizing I was doing so I gave it a little rub which felt incredible as I fantasized about taking her from behind.
She walked into the room and disappeared from sight. Without even thinking about what I was doing I walked around the back of the house trying to find a window that would offer me a better view inside. Kneeling down below the window ledge like an Army Special Forces soldier I made my way to the large bay window that dominated the rear wall of the house. I slowly lifted my head above the window ledge and peered in through the glass.
There was Veronica standing in front of an armchair sat upon which was a man who was leaning forward with his head leaning in towards her pussy. I could make out that she had pulled the front of her thong to one side to allow the man to lick her cunt although I couldn't see what it looked like from this angle.
