It was Saturday morning and living on my own in a one bedroom maisonette in a small market town not far from where I worked, I walked to the market square to do my weekly shop.

“Hello James, fancy meeting you here!”

I turned around at the familiar voice, unable to place it, to see a face I hadn’t seen for years.

“Aunty Michelle! Is that really you?” I exclaimed in complete surprise.

“No, I’m an imposter!” she quipped with a broad smile that pushed up the sides of her cheeks in a cheerful and pleasing manner.

Let me explain. My mum’s from a big family with several brothers, one of whom worked at Heathrow as a loader and had married Michelle, a stewardess. She was certainly the most glamorous looking of my aunts. For some reason they divorced after a few years. I never knew why and no-one spoke of it. She was still Aunty Michelle to me and I never expected to find her here as it was no-where near Heathrow. After a short exchange of pleasantries, she suggested we go to the cafe on the corner of the square to have a proper chat. It turned out we had both moved to the same part of the country and by coincidence ended up living in the same town.

Aunty complimented me on being a handsome young man, which made me blush as she was a very good-looking woman even though she must have been in her late 50’s while I was in my mid twenties. Without her high-heels, she would be around 5’4” compared with my 5’8”. Short blonde hair curled by the sides of her neck and partly covered her ears with a few strands forming a loose fringe on a high forehead. Her face was a pleasant oval shape with slim eyebrows arching over slender enchanting hazel eyes that had a subtle touch of mascara and eye-shadow. She had a marvellous skin complexion, firm with no signs of wrinkles, creases or looseness. Her nose was long and quite prominent with high-cheekbones and a quite wide mouth with slender lips. Over a shapely medium-sized upper body that sported a large wide bust was a sleeveless pale blue blouse that showed off quite thick arms. At first I thought they might be soft but as we chatted there were exciting glimpses where the back of an arm showed firmness that faintly resembled triceps and her forearms had a strong-looking shape and lightly brawny with hints of cord-like tendons. That certainly perked up my attention!

Around the neckline of her blouse there were clearly defined slopes from the back of her neck down to her shoulders and a cleanly defined collarbone. Any notions that Aunty worked out was dispelled by being slightly plump around the waist and belly. She was certainly very well stacked with a wide full bust. If I were to guess I would say she had a 32FF bust, a 28” waist and 38” hips. Wearing a black knee length skirt, her lower legs were covered in sheer black nylons with her feet tucked into high-heeled shoes. These made the shape of the top of her feet very sensual in a way I did not expect while emphasizing quite large shapely calves.

Over coffee she told me that after the divorce she had remained a stewardess but transferred to another, smaller, airport. She had rented close-by but it was pricey and didn’t want to live there when she retired so wanted somewhere of her own within commuting distance but nicer. So she got herself a place here as it was cheaper and a small town with local shops and fairly decent facilities. Similar reasons I moved here rather than the town where I’d worked. The downside for her was the commute wasn’t good at peak hours and working long-distance flights meant she hadn’t gotten around to unpack all but the essentials from her old place. I had only known Michelle when I was a teenager and now reacquainted as a young man I was seeing her in a new light and found her captivating, engaging and gorgeous. Eager to spend more time with her, I offered to lend a hand with the unpacking. She accepted with an infectious broad smile and we agreed to meet up the following day and gave me the address, which was only around the corner from my place. She told me she would get a spare key cut so I could let myself in when she was working.

“I’m pleased that you feel you can trust me,” I remarked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she gave me another of her wide infectuous smiles that always made me feel nice inside.

“I would do anything to help my favourite aunty,” I replied, even though strictly speaking she was no longer my aunt.

The next day I walked around to her place. Aunty answered the door, wearing an eye-catching pink blouse and matching knee-length skirt that stretched tightly between slightly thick thighs and moved in an alluring and provocative manner. She again wore sheer-black nylons over her lower legs which were shapely and sexy. Aunt Michelle always looked stylish, stunning and fashionable. I guess that was part of the job as a stewardess. She must have been a real hottie back in the day and to be honest, was still good-looking even though she was twice my age and old enough to be my mother! I complimented her on how good she looked which she accepted with a warm gracious smile then showed me into the living room where there were a few large cardboard boxes in one corner.

“That shouldn’t take long between the two of us,” I said.

“Er, actually there wasn’t much room for them down here so the removal men put them in the loft,” she gave an apologetic smile.

“Some of them are still unopened from after the divorce as there wasn’t much room at my old flat and I did a lot of long-haul flights which didn’t leave me much time.”

I looked at what she was wearing.

“Are you going to change into something that you won’t mind getting dirty and easy to clean?” I asked.

“Would you rather see me in a baggy jumper and jeans?” she smiled. “Actually, I don’t have anything like that. These are old clothes. I’ll be fine.”

Aunty guided me up the stairs until we stood beneath a hatch in the ceiling above the landing. Opening a cupboard she took out a pole with a hook on the end.

“Stand back here next to me,” she said.

It felt great as the beautiful mature blonde took hold of my arm and gently pulled me by her side where I could smell the subtle fragrant perfume she wore. Reaching up with the pole, she pressed the blunt end against the hatch door. There was a loud click and then it fell open and the bottom of a counter-weighted extendable metal ladder swung into view. Michelle used the hook end to pull the end of the ladder within hand’s reach then slid the rest down to the floor. She then used the blunt end to flick a switch fixed to the inside of the entry hatch and a light came on in the loft.

“Ta-da!” she chimed as if having just done a magic trick. “It is fully floor-boarded up there. The previous owner had a model railway track up there,” she smiled. “I’ll go up and pass the boxes down to you to put in the spare room out of the way for us to sort through later.”

“Maybe I should go up and pass down the boxes?” I said.

“Hey, don’t go sexist on me and I’m not past it just yet!” she chuckled. “I’ll have you know that I’m stronger than I look. I don’t need to go to a gym when I’ve been lugging around big heavy suitcases and manhandling fully laden hostess trollies for most of my life,” she smiled. “You won’t find no bingo wings on me just yet, my lad.”

“Fine, but please take off those high-heels first. Health and Safety and all that.”

“OK, I’ll give you that one but I’m not afraid to go up ladders.”

“How about we take turns? You do a bit of passing them down then we’ll swap if you get tired.”

I was careful not to say ‘when’.

“It’s a deal but I’ve got loads of stamina and can outlast any man and not just in the bedroom,” she gave me a saucy wink and a smile. “Oh don’t look so shocked, I’m sure you have a girlfriend.”

I admitted that I didn’t.

“What? a handsome fellow like you! Maybe I’ll have you as my toy boy!” she chuckled and gave me a saucy wink which made me feel strange inside.

Removing her high-heels to put on slippers, Aunt Michelle began to climb the ladder.

“And no trying on my shoes,” she laughed.

That’s when I discovered a few things about her that I hadn’t noticed before. When the back of her large calves were about level with my chest, I was unable to stop looking as they flexed right before me into solid muscle! With each rung she took, her calves bulged into big hard-looking heart-shaped muscle. Thick and strongly defined, each set of calves had deep hard edges and a cleft between the muscle-heads and seemed to shine with, what I guess was, muscle tone. I had already discovered that female muscular calves were very sexy and always got my attention when I saw a good pair on a woman, but never expected to be staring at a great pair up-close right before my eyes and very sexy they were too! That’s when I also saw the sheer black nylons she wore, which made her calves look amazing. They had black seams running up the back, which her flexed calves pushed out, and I hoped that meant she wore stockings!

“Are you looking up my skirt?” a voice called down as she carefully ascended the ladder.

“No aunty” I replied, “You have very beautiful calves.”

“It’s all that walking I do wearing high-heels for all these years. You don’t think they are too big and muscly?”

“No, I think they are beautiful and very sexy.”

“Flatterer!”

I averted my eyes as she neared the top of the ladder to avoid looking up her skirt, although I was curious whether she wore stockings.

The next surprise came when Michelle was passing the big boxes down to me. She had no difficultly picking them up and manoeuvring them down the ladder for me to get a hold of to take to the bottom. I got good close-up views of her forearms during the process. As I had briefly noticed at the cafe, they were quite thick and brawny with strong looking tendons that stood out prominently as she passed the boxes to me. I again caught brief glimpses of what I swore were lightly-defined triceps! She caught me looking and gave me a questioning stare.

“Amazing forearms,” I remarked. “They look very firm and quite strong.”

“I could certainly wipe you out in an arm-wrestle,” she winked with a smile. “Maybe we’ll try later and I’ll smash your male ego,” she chuckled jokingly.

The thought of arm-wrestling her made my dick lurch and I was trying to work up the courage to ask her to demonstrate but she had gone to get the next box. I also realised how distractingly buxom she was when leaning forward to pass down the boxes with her frontage jiggling around in a very exciting manner!

We never got to swap places, as aunty didn’t seem to tire. I spent the rest of the day helping her to unpack a box at a time so she could decide whether to keep the items and if so, where they should go. The rest was sorted into a pile of decent stuff that could be denoted to a charity shop with the remainder taken to the tidy-tip in her car, where she got a lot of admiring looks! When we finally sat down for tea, I couldn’t help noticing how her skirt rode up to reveal a great pair of firm-looking thighs in addition to those calves. I really enjoyed our time together and probably had a bit of a crush on her even though she was my ex-aunt and twice my age. Even then I thought her far too good-looking and out of my league. I offered to return the next day after work to continue helping. She smiled then told me she was working long-haul this week but would appreciate it if I could go through the remaining boxes, putting stuff neatly into piles for keeping, donating or chucking which she would check when she returned. I agreed and she gave me a goodnight kiss that gave me an instant boner!

I went in after work for a few days and made good progress with the boxes. Opening one marked ‘Books’ I was puzzled by an old battered leather cushion on top of romantic novels and travelogues. Then to my surprise, at the very bottom, I came across a load of women’s self-defence books from the 60’s and 70’s. I was staggered that aunty had such books and wondered why they were stashed away at the bottom? It was like uncovering some dark elicit personal secret. Intrigued I opened one and looked through the pages. It wasn’t long before I was looking through all of those books in fascination. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was becoming by the pictures, mainly black and white, of good-looking feminine women in flowing skirts or dresses with nylons and heels fighting off horny men with amazing combat techniques and quite aggressively too. Some wore mini-skirts and tight fitting high-heeled leather boots that clung to the shape of their calves. Back then, women were unafraid to look sexy and feminine just like Aunt Michelle did even now. Every page I turned my dick got harder as any man dumb enough to try it on with these beauties were ruthlessly dealt with while retaining their femininity. They were too hot to handle. It was incredibly arousing, unlike modern films or shows where the women dressed and fought like men. I’m ashamed to say it all got a bit too much and began wanking off! I know it was a bad thing to do, especially in aunt’s house, and cleaned up as best I could, fairly sure she wouldn’t notice. I was tempted to take a few home for ‘private study’. She wouldn’t miss them, after all they’d been sealed in a box for who knows how long but then that would be stealing wouldn’t it?

The following evening after I let myself in and checked no-one was home, I went straight for those books. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them, leading to a few more messy ‘accidents’ and didn’t get much sleep due continuous wet dreams! I was just starting to get engrossed in my ‘studies’ when I heard a key in the front door lock. Oh crap! I’d forgotten Aunty was due back today. I quickly got myself presentable but she came upstairs and caught me red-handed with one of the books in my hand and sweating from my exertions.

“Hello James, what’ve you found there?”

She walked across and took it from my hand then gave me a strange look.

“If it’s a bit hot for you in here, you could always have opened a window.”

“I’m fine aunty, I’ll remember that in future. Good to see you back.”

Of course Michelle looked impeccable and stylish. An attractive curvaceous woman in a blue blouse, dark blue skirt, sheer-black nylons and light blue slip-on heels.

“You look great,” I told her.

“Thank you dear,” she replied looking at the book. “I remember this. Some of my friends and I used this to learn how to take care of ourselves. Oh, you’ve found the others, how wonderful!”

The thought of my good-looking aunty learning self-defence from these books was highly arousing and it was all too easy to imagine her in the place of those sexy kick-ass ladies in the pictures.