Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 6

I woke up two hours later with the need to go for a leak. Before getting out of the room, I opened the window and gazed down to the yard. The lights were turned off; a sign that everyone had gone to bed.

Trying my best not to make any sound, I walked out of my room and headed to the bathroom. The reason I was behaving as if I was a thief probably had to do with my perverted nature. Although I didn't have anything specific in mind, I knew that I couldn't afford being caught snooping around while everyone else was sleeping. That was why I didn't flush the toilet afterwards.

After exiting the bathroom, I stood still and gazed toward the other end of the corridor where Paula's room was located. With slow steady steps, I started moving towards that direction after removing my plastic slippers. The sound they made on the wooden floor wasn't that loud, but would certainly be noticed by someone who hadn't fallen asleep yet.

I feared the possibility that my aunt was lying on her bed and reading a book. She liked to read but the holiday schedule didn't give her much time to spend on her own. For this reason, she would always read before going to sleep. I held my breath as I passed outside her room. There was no light coming from under the door, which meant that she was not reading. But this alone wasn't a guarantee she was asleep.

What if she opened the door all of a sudden and found me standing there like an i***t? In countries like Japan, people killed themselves when they were caught in such embarrassing situations.

All of a sudden, I heard a low sound coming from my aunt's room. It was like a whisper. Believing that it somehow had to do with my presence there, I froze with fear and waited for the door to open.

It took a few moments for me to realize it was a conversation in a very low tone. Whatever my aunt was up to, she did not want to be heard by her daughter who was sleeping in the next room.

I got closer and put my ear against the door. Indeed, there was a conversation between two people in a very low voice. As I had anticipated, Luigi had found his way into my aunt's bedroom.

I could easily picture how the scene between the two of them had played out. After my mother had gone to bed, the space was all clear for Luigi and my aunt. They must have drank enough wine; this allowed them to abandon all inhibitions. While they were chatting, they probably got a bit closer to each other and a bit touchier before they started to kiss.

In my opinion, it was a stupid idea to come and do it here. There were so many romantic spots outside if you wanted to do it in secret. Why bring him up here? Did my aunt want to make some kind of statement by bringing Luigi to her room or was it merely an attempt to resurrect the risky days of youth? Was it her purpose to torment her daughter for some reason? I didn't know much about the nature of her relationship with my uncle, but by bringing a lover right next to where her daughter was sleeping only meant that she was willing to risk her marriage for the sake of some casual s*x.

Despite the low tone of their voices, I could tell what they were talking about. The topic seemed to be whether they should do it or not since neither of them seemed to be carrying a condom. As it turned out, they dealt with the matter in a rather swift manner. I couldn't tell whether one of them managed to unearth a condom or they decided to skip the topic entirely. If I had to guess it would probably pick the second option.

What followed was a series of muffled sounds as they undressed in a hurry and tossed their clothes all around. A low thud came when the steel buckle of Luigi's belt hit the wooden floor but they were in too much heat to pay attention to such a thing.

I tried to peek through the key but the only thing I could see were two pairs of legs. One of them smooth, tanned, and sexy and one of them hairy and pale. My aunt's were spread open wide while Luigi was on top of her. His movements were clumsy and awkward as if he wasn't sure about how to do it properly.

Despite the heat of the moment they were both trying to proceed with caution. The bed was one of those old fashioned ones with a steel frame; with the slightest movement, a creaky sound would come from below the mattress. In my opinion, they did pretty well given the challenging circumstances. Apart from their deep breathing and the occasional sudden sound of the springs there was nothing that could betray them.

I stepped back from the door and raised my head. Due to the position of the keyhole it was impossible to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside.

To my surprise, I came face to face with Paula. She had been standing right beside me all the time. Before I had the chance to say anything, she put her soft warm hand over my mouth and moved closer to the door. She wore a lacy white top with thin straps which barely covered her pink panties. I felt the blood surge to my head as she bent over to take a look at the forbidden spectacle.

What would happen if I put my hand inside her panties? Even if she didn't like it, she wouldn't dare scream. Should I take advantage of this and behave like a normal hot-blooded male predator?