Playing Zelda

I was at a friend’s house and we were having several drinks; I’m not going to lie…it was a sausage fest, and I was enjoying all of the attention.  One of the guys wanted to play an old-school  video game called Zelda; since there were only two consoles, that left two of us to cheer on the ones with the consoles.  Soon, we got bored at watching the other two play and came up with a way to make the game more interesting.  We knew our host’s aunt had just gotten home and had announced that she was taking a bubble bath.  As our designated players went up levels, we moved closer to her bedroom and had to describe what we were going to do to her when we got there.  We were whispering, trying to be quiet as we kept getting closer; but, it was difficult because we were drunk by this time.  Suddenly, there was yelling from the TV room and we deciphered who had won: it wasn’t my player, but I didn’t mind.

I slid open the bathroom door and the aunt was reclined in her bubbles.  She opened her eyes and smiled; I thought she would yell for me to get out.  But, as I took off my clothes, she made round movements in the bubbles as if making a seat for me.  In the mirror, I could see my guy friends watching us from the hallway.  I slid into the warm bath water and began kissing her luscious lips.  She responded by pressing her bosom to mine and her heat sent shivers through my cunt.  I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her to the tub’s edge; then, I slowly began licking her pussy lips, sucking them gently into my mouth.  I played with her jutting clit, pressing my nose to it before pulling it into my mouth.  I gently inserted a couple of my fingers into her tight pussy that was wetter than I expected.  She clenched my fingers as I moved them in and out of her.  She grabbed the towel railing above her head and rode me until she shot cum all over me.  Then, she licked all of her sweet, sticky juices off of me.  Later that evening, my friend told me that his Aunt Zelda said that I could come over anytime alone.  I laughed at the irony; but, hey, sometimes classics are just classics!

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