As her hand moved, I could see her cunt lips protruding from her bush. After a couple of seconds, she removed her hand. She then closed the report and...sat up. She said, "Let's get a drink and sit at the kitchen table." I thought about seeing her bare cunt frequently over the next couple of days. I had a hard on almost all the time I was around my aunt. A couple of days later Beth was trying to scratch her back and said she couldn't reach the itch. I reached over and began lightly. All inter-school and community sporting events with the exception of baseball had been clothes-free for two years now. Baseball was excepted and would remain so mainly because sliding home in skin was just too risky. As for American-style football, it was losing ground to soccer and rugby, both of which could be played nude and had already been done so frequently elsewhere in the world.The only schools that were determined to remain textile, to use the term that naturists use to describe those. Helplessly chained, she could do nothing to get away from the constant vibrating, as I ran it up and down her pussy lips, before holding it hard against her exposed clit.I thought she had stopped breathing at first, but she was simply holding her breath, as if frightened to allow herself to cum again so soon, and unable to prevent it.With a gasp she gave in, and her whole body shook as she came again. I moved the wand away from her, and turned it off. I watched as her whole body shook,. I was a sharp-looking dude and it didn't take long to hit the jackpot. Sherry Zahd, her name was, account exec for the Forty Weaves textile design firm, jet-setter, woman of the world. A real princess. An older gal, maybe twice my age, but good looking. She would do. Took me home in a taxi. What a ride. Those New York cabbies drive like they were in the bumper cars at Whingding Amusement Park.Eagleton Courts. Luxury condo. Doorman. Marble lobby. Old-fashioned brass cage elevator. I had a place.