Frank Brown - Naughty voyeur aunt

Jessica received the long distance call from Maxine only moments after Oswald had buzzed her on the intercom and had informed her that the blushing newlyweds had finally arrived and that they were on their way up to the bridal suite. Maxine's call couldn't have come at a more inconvenient moment, for Jessica had been waiting all week for the newlyweds' arrival and she couldn't bear to miss one moment of the hot show the young couple was bound to put on for her through the two-way mirror.

"I'd be delighted, simply delighted to have them stay," Jessica said. "The little darlings. Haven't seen them in years. Bucky was in first or second grade, I believe. And the twins were still in diapers. Maxine, I can't tell you how delighted I am. I simply can't wait believe me. But I'll have to call you back for the details and to set things up, because we're in the middle of an emergency here. I can't explain now. No time. I'll call you back. Good-bye, little sister. Sorry, but I simply must run." She hung up the receiver before Maxine could even say good-bye.

On her way up to the third floor, she took the steps two at a time, her bare toes digging into the carpet. The newlyweds had almost certainly used the ancient, groaning elevator, and Jessica, for the first time, felt an affectionate kinship with that rattling old box. With luck, by the time the elevator had inched its way up the shaft and had delivered the newlyweds to the lodge's third floor, Jessica would be settled in her leopard-skin easy chair, her feet propped up on the footstool, bet clothes shed, her legs spread.

Sitting there in the dark in her cozy chamber adjacent to the bridal suite, she would watch the scene unfold in the bridal suite as if watching a movie in a theater, for the two-way mirror was much like a movie screen six feet high by six feet wide. The people she had spied on through it always seemed to be fascinated by the oversized wall mirror, performing for it and her as if it were a movie camera.

She reached the third floor at the same moment that the newlyweds were exiting the elevator at the other end of the hallway. She strode down the plushly carpeted hallway, and she extended her hand first to the young woman, and then to the young man.

"Welcome! Welcome! I'm Jessica Richards. This is my lodge, and, let me tell you, we're all delighted to have you here for your honeymoon. Here, let me help you with your bags."

Taking a suitcase in each of her hands, she escorted the couple to the bridal suite.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have met the two of you in the lobby when you arrived, but I was tied up with a long-distance call. My two nephews and my dear little niece, none of whom I've seen in ten years, are coming to visit. That was my sister on the phone telling me to expect them next week. I'm so excited. I never married, never had any kids of my own. Do the two of you plan on having children?" She set the suitcases down and straightened up.

The blushing newlyweds hardly more than kids themselves gawked at her, openmouthed.

"Oh, pardon me for prying. Sometimes this big mouth of mine gets away from me." She reached for the key, which was dangling from the bridegroom's shaky hand, and she unlocked the door for the couple, then showed the two of them into the room. "Here we are."

The newlyweds were impressed.

"Wow!" said the girl.

"Far out!" said the boy.

And she left them like that, left them to admire the full view of the lake and the snowcapped mountains behind it, left them to discover the pink, satin bedspread on the king sized bed and the large wall mirror in front of which they would consummate their marriage. She sealed the door behind her softly, then took three strides to the right and unlocked the door of her private theater. Enough light from the bridal suite penetrated the two-way mirror for Jessica to securely lock the door behind her and to walk to her easy chair without having to feel her way along. Beside the chair, she pulled off her sweat shirt and her jeans, then slowly and sensuously peeled off her panties, leaning forward to let her heavy tits hang and sway ass she slipped the warm panties over her feet.

Naked, warmly excited, she took her place in the leopard-skin easy chair and stretched out, planting her heels up on the padded footstool. The warm chamber air licked across her parted cuntlips. In the bridal chamber, the young bridegroom was locking the door of the suite. Jessica reached over to the table beside her chair and switched on the private intercom which would allow her to hear any, sounds in the bridal suite.

"I can't believe this is happening," the young bride said. She wore a light-blue dress.

Her brunette hair hung to her shoulders.

The bridegroom, fingers trembling, was unbuttoning his pin-striped shirt. His dark trousers were tented at the groin. He was a handsome youth, with dark hair covering his ears, wide shoulders, and a tight little ass.

"Let's get undressed," he said, his voice hardly above a whisper.

The girl's complexion flushed crimson. "Oh, Billy, can't we wait awhile? It's still light out. Why don't we watch the sunset before we" Her voice trailed off. She turned and looked out the large picture window at the sun dropping toward the mountain peaks across the lake.

The boy got his shirt off, pulling the sleeves inside out and letting it drop where he stood.

"Beautiful stud!" Jessica whispered. "Such lithe, finely chiseled young muscles. Mmm, baby!"

The boy stretched, arching his back, nearly touching the ceiling with his large hands. Every muscle in his lean torso stretched tightly.

"Farmboy," Jessica muttered. "Or maybe a cowboy." She stretched in her chair, pointing her toes, lengthening her spine, twisting her head sensuously to milk off some of the tension that had surged up in her at the sight of the boy's bare torso.

"I've been waiting a whole year for this," the boy said. "I can't wait any more. We've gotta do it now. Please, Laurie." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He pushed off his pants and his briefs together, leaning forward to peel them down his long legs, then hunkering down to untie his shoes.

His heavy balls hung under his crotch like an enormous fist.

"Big, beautiful, hairy nuts!" Jessica mumbled, her words juicy as she began to salivate. "Baby, I'd give almost anything to lick those big bull-nuts. Oh, stud!" She stretched again, not daring to touch her drooling cunt for fear that she'd come immediately and she didn't want to come yet, not until she'd seen more.

The boy forced his shoes, socks, and his bunched pants and underwear off over his feet as he fell back on his ass. His cock, a thick, meaty cock with a purple head the size of a medium apple, whacked up against his tight abdomen with an audible slap.

"Jesus!" Jessica gasped. "Stud!" Her heart was banging. She could hear the blood gushing in her head. Her viewing chamber felt suddenly like a sauna.

The boy stood up. "Laurie, please get undressed." His cock stood out from his tight loins at a forty-five-degree angle, its bulging shaft veins visible to Jessica. The fat cock pounded the air with heavy throbs. "Please?"

"Turn around, little ding bat!" Jessica said. "You little fool, look at your man! Jesus Christ!" She was ready to jump out of her chair and to pound on the two-way mirror. Imagine! A virgin at her age, and in these liberated times yet. "Jesus Christ, girl, look at what your man's got to offer you! Turn around!"

The girl turned. "Billy, I" Her eyes got big as quarters. Her blush turned three shades deeper.

The boy's prick flexed.