Funerals have had an unduly erotic effect upon me since the morning of my grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when I was 13 years old.
I was in Aunt Julie’s bedroom looking to pinch a couple of her cigarettes while she was having a bath.
But she finished sooner than I anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing I hid in the closet and watched.
I watched her sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair, I watched her as she stood with her back to me as she dried her curvaceous body and offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and I was sporting a serious woody.
And I carried on watching until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on the bed and I saw my first naked woman.
My eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts and then down to her curly brown triangle and as I fidgeted in the closet I came in my pants.
But that didn’t stop me looking at her as she first put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist followed by black silk French drawers.
Aunt Julie did each item deliciously slowly like she knew she had an audience.
Next she pulled on the first black stocking up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts swung voluptuously.
At the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.
She stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at me before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy construction.
And when she had finished fastening her bra I saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared.
The addition of an under slip did not diminish my appreciation of her but when the dress went on I knew the show was over.
I had to wait in the closet with sticky pants for another 25 minutes while she applied her makeup.
When she finally went downstairs and I could escape my hiding place.
As I got to the door I looked back towards the closet and I could see the reason I thought she was looking at me because next to the closet door was a full-length mirror.