The three of us had decided that this was a match we’d get tickets for. With two of us Leeds fans and one a Watford fan it was to be a rare match between them back in the 80s. the only trouble was, we were hard up students living 200 miles from Leeds and it was to be a mid-week evening match. Even if we hired a car we wouldn’t get back until 2 am. Oh, and it was mid-winter. A solution emerged though as Paul called his uncle who lived on the outskirts of Leeds. We could all stay there the night. We took time off from lectures, got the cheapest day time train and headed up there, arriving around 4pm. Paul’s aunt Janet answered the door. I was immediately taken with her. she was a slender brunette, deep brown eyes and surprisingly firm boobs for her build. I gave her my best smile as we greeted. She was polite and courteous, and I guessed around 40 yrs old. We were all 20, and even at that age I struggled to keep control of my erections! She gave us some dinner and then drove us to within striking distance of the stadium. As she drove away Kenny turned to Paul – ‘you didn’t warn me your auntie was a stunner!’ ‘oh yeh’ said Paul. ‘but she only has eyes for my uncle, so put your tongue away’. I asked why they didn’t have kids. ‘dunno’ was the answer. Nothing more was said. Leeds got thrashed and we headed out to the agreed meeting point. I was disappointed that it was Paul’s uncle that met us there and drove us back to his house. Nice guy though. Back at theirs we had a beer or two and some snacks. I noticed that Janet was on the G&T. she was drinking them quicker than we were and offered to get some more beer and snacks. I offered to help and followed her to the kitchen with a knowing look from Kenny. In the kitchen I tried to engage her in conversation but she kept it quite cool and factual. I noticed that the G&T she poured herself was a large one. After that drink we all called it a night as Paul’s uncle had an early start. I tried to linger with Janet but Kenny was trying to do the same and it got a bit awkward. ‘night boys’ she said as she headed upstairs. My room was the only one downstairs, but it did have an ensuite so I had a much needed shower. And a wank. I’ve no idea what time the door slowly opened, and it was only the subtle change in light around it that woke me. Next I felt a finger on my lips as if to say ‘shh’ and a warm slender frame climbed into bed next to me. She kissed me hungrily and as I reached down to her pussy it was already soaking wet. ‘quickly’ she said. ‘fuck me. Quietly.’ as she pulled me on top of her. I didn’t need any encouragement, and frankly didn’t take long to empty my balls into her welcoming cunt. She slipped away as stealthily as she’d arrived and that was that. Being young, I was soon hard again and had another wank before falling asleep. Next morning she knocked on my door to say breakfast in ten minutes. When I got in there the other two were at the table. Janet seemed to act normally and didn’t show me any attention. I wondered if my spunk was still inside her pussy. Within an hour she’d dropped us back at the station for our train home. Just before we left though, I had glanced at their telephone and taken a note of their number (remember when we only had landlines and your number would be written on the dial?). A day or two passed. I hadn’t had the courage to call her, or the excuse to. I found myself back in the pub with Kenny and Janet’s nephew Paul. The others already had a pint in their hands as they sat at a large table (we were expecting others to arrive). Kenny leaned into me conspiratorially. ‘what did you make of Paul’s Auntie? Hot or what? ‘he said. ‘very much so’ I replied. ‘can you keep a secret?’ he asked. ‘yes, of course. What?’ I asked. ‘she gave me a blowjob’ he said. ‘What? When?’ I asked. ‘just before breakfast’ he said. ‘I’d heard their car on the drive leave, next thing I know she was in my bed fondling my cock. She sucked me off, then finished me with a hand job. I came all over the sheets.’ ‘bloody hell’ I said, ‘anything else?’. ‘nope. That was it. Next thing I heard was their shower going. Promise me you won’t tell Paul.’ ‘I won’t’ I said. ‘any plans to follow up?’ I asked. ‘Nah’ he said, ‘I didn’t get their number and I can’t ask Paul for it can I?’ ‘not really’ I said, smiling to myself. Just then Paul returned with a beer for me. The conversation changed to football and soon the others arrived. I thought long and hard about confessing to Kenny what my experience had been, but decided it would sound as though I was just making it up to outgun him. I decided to put my efforts into calling Janet. But more on that another time.