Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

"A complete outfit, ma'am?" Julie piped up and ran a pink tongue over her lush lips.

"Ah-yes, from the-uh-skin out, so to speak. "I-uh wonder if you could-uh-model for me, Miss?"

"Model?" Julie said and glanced over at Aunt Dee. "Well I suppose so."

"Of course, she can and will, ma'am," Aunt Dee said. "We have some lovely new things in lingerie."

"Yes, let's start with that," the middle-aged woman customer said. Her voice was hoarse.

"You just make your selections, ma'am, and my girl will model for you," Aunt Dee said and pulled out a drawer from which she took several panties and laid them out on the glass counter-top.

The woman picked up three of the scantiest panties and followed Julie into the dressing room.

As soon as the customer had seated herself in a chair, her breathing heavy as if she had been exercising, Julie crossed her arms hi front, bent forward, grabbing the hem of her dress and peeled it up. The woman's breathing became more labored as the teenager's naked titties popped into view, one at a time, from underneath the rolled-up dress. The teenage blonde's boobs were full and high.

"Want me to model any bras for you?" Julie asked innocently.

"No," the woman croaked. "Just the panties. Let's try these first." She held up a sheer, skimpy, triangular pair in faint powder blue.

Julie demurely turned her back on the woman and slipped her own white panties down, knowing that her naked ass was inches from the woman's face. As the blonde girl bent, lifting one leg to slip her panties off, she stuck her naked behind out at the woman customer until she felt the crack was spread wide enough for the old biddy to get a good look at her pouched pussy.

The hard-faced woman's eyes glittered as she ran her gaze over the teenage girl's creamy ass-cheeks. Her hands twitched, and the thin slash of her mouth dropped open, drooling, so that she noisily had to suck back her own saliva.

Julie turned around, now stark naked except for old-fashioned garter belt and stockings that Aunt Dee had insisted she wear as "any decent girl would." The dim dressing room light glinted on the golden down on Julie's thighs, just above her stocking tops. The blonde girl stood slightly forward, so that her tits hung pendulously, a temptation for the raunchy woman customer.

"May I have those panties, ma'am?" Julie asked politely, a mocking smile on her moist lips, just as the woman reached for her tits. "Please, madam!" Julie said arid stepped out of the woman's reach.

"You're so beautiful!" the woman breathed. "Your breasts-"

"You want me to model the panties for you or not?" Julie said, flaunting her nakedness before the lecherous old biddy, thrusting her pelvis forward so that her pussy pouted at the customer.

"Let me put them on for you, my dear child," the woman said, "Please."

"Certainly not!" Julie acted outraged. She took the little panties from the woman and slipped them on, making sure when she raised one foot and then the other, that she showed plenty of cunt. Before the sixteen-year-old girl had a chance to get the powder blue panties up, she felt the woman's fingers sliding up into her twat.

"Oh, Jeez, how sweet!" the woman said under her harsh breath. She diddled Julie, and the teenager's cunt juice began to flow. "See how wet you are, my dear child," the woman whispered. "You want a lovely come as much as I want to give it to you."

Julie let the bag play inside of her cunt for a few seconds more, then disengaged herself from the probing fingers by stepping back.

The woman opened her mouth and stuck a thick, dark-red tongue out at Julie. She made a rapid licking motion with it and winked at the girl, who pulled the panties all the way up and struck a model's pose. "I'm good at it," the woman customer pleaded, "I can make you hear bells and see fireworks, girl."

Julie pretended not to understand. She posed prettily, swiveling about to show the biddy her ass once more. The thin material, a scant triangle, behind as in front, did nothing to conceal the teenager's pouting, plump ass-cheeks. "Do you like the fit of these?" Julie teased the woman.

"I'd make it worth your while," the woman said under her breath.

Julie cocked her head, her pretty face showed interest. The woman's eyes gleamed

with lust. "Interested?"

Julie could hear Aunt Dee come clackety-clacking toward the dressing room. "Is everything all right, ma'am?" she asked.

Julie quickly picked up her dress and covered her tits demurely, as Aunt Dee poked her head into the cubicle.

"Oh, fine, just fine," the woman said and smiled up at Aunt Dee. "These are really lovely, really they are. Just perfect for a young girl."

"They really are, aren't they?" Aunt Dee said, and looked uneasily at Julie. But the teenager seemed to be a model of maidenly modesty, letting the folds of her dress cover the triangular front of her panties, showing the woman customer only a profile, her teenager's superbly modeled buttocks, setting the sheer material off to advantage.

"I'll take a dozen pairs of them, assorted colors," the customer said to Aunt Dee. "Would you mind gift-wrapping them for me?"

"Certainly, ma'am," Aunt Dee said. "What will you be wanting to see next? Slips? We have really a fine selection, and-"

"I'll just take the panties for now," the woman said, a trace of impatience in her voice. "I seem to have run out of time. Could you wrap them right away? I'll come back tomorrow for the rest of the outfit"

"Of course, ma'am," Aunt Dee said and went back into the store proper.

Julie dropped the dress and peeled off her panties. She stood before the woman, stark naked. "A car?" she whispered to the woman, "would it be worth a car to you?"

"You'll stay a whole night with me?" the woman asked.

"I'll do anything you want," Julie said.

"Oh, you lovely young thing, you," the woman whispered. "You've made an old woman very happy." She put her arms around the naked teenage girl and drew her against her dumpy body.

"A neat car?" Julie asked, her eyes large and warm.

"Anything you want, my darling girl," the woman said and cupped Julie's left tit with her hand.

Julie stuck her own hand up under the woman's dress, up the soft leg until she felt the crotch of her panties. She slid a slender, girlish finger inside of the hem and slipped it up the woman customer's cunt. It was sopping wet there. The woman kissed Julie on the mouth, her right hand hungrily stroking the blonde teenager's ass. When the woman went down under for her cunt, Julie rolled the biddy's clit between her thumb and forefinger, and then slipped out and away from her. "We can't do anything here," the teenager said.

"Of course not," the woman croaked. "Here," she took out a card and handed it to Julie. "At my home address, tonight. I'll send a car for you at seven." She shook her legs out, held her head up high and sailed out of the dressing room.

Julie glanced at the card. It read:

Abigail Murgatroyd, Ph.D. Psychotherapy.

Julie shrugged. A cunt was a cunt. They all smelled more or less the same, no matter what name or occupation the different females professed. Quickly she dressed again and stepped out into the front of the store, where Aunt Dee gave her a pleased smile and said that Julie had made a good start. The panties the customer had taken were the most expensive they had in the store. "Now, if you keep behaving yourself, young lady," Aunt Dee said, "you could turn out to be quite a decent young person." The voluptuous.older woman regarded her blonde niece. "You are an attractive girl, you know, Julie," Aunt Dee said and quickly looked away

when the teenager met her look with a knowing smirk. "Ah, what I mean is, some day there will be a young man, a decent young man, and you should save yourself for his