Sometimes people just connect, and that connection can be so powerful that it crosses generations and it transcends normal boundaries, such as marriage.
My story is set in a quaint English back yard on a gorgeous summer's day, my cousins 21st Birthday was the occasion and I had only been in the country for a day. I had flown in for a formal occasion the following weekend. The party began with the usual procession of Aunts, Uncles, random relatives and various family friends. There was Pimms and polite conversations and plenty of "Oh how you've grown" (even though I am nearing 40). "How's the wife and family?" the usual light banter.
Then it happened. The last time I had seen her she was a shy awkward teenager, this was no longer the case. Immediately we connected. We spend some time making general conversation, talking about family and work, those sorts of things, she turns out to be married; she introduced me to her husband. It turns out she now worked as a stewardess for a major airline, so the conversation turned to world travel and somehow the talk turned to tales of miss behaving whilst away from home, all innocent flirting, or so I thought.
I noticed that her loose dress was held closed with a belt sporting a butterfly motif, the neckline offering brief glimpses of her young pert breasts, they are totally inappropriate thoughts on my behalf, but I can't stop my eyes from wandering. She takes notice of the attention and plays up to it, bending low to offer me drinks, her trim butt begging for a sharp slap, if only, I grin to myself, feeling like a sleazy old man.
Things settle down to a good garden party, sun shining, beer flowing, good food to be had. My delightful friend decides that we should go look through the photo albums and see evidence of the last time we saw each other, someone or others wedding. We ascend several flights of stairs to the top floor study where the photo albums are kept, which offered me spectacular views of her sensual very tight arse. I am really struggling to focus by the third floor. Then, the joy of her reaching up to collect yet another photo album down from the shelf, her dress rides up and flops around as we get closer flicking through pages. She comments on my teenage physique in one of the photos, a boating trip, me with my top off, muscles bulging. Then she decides to check if they are the same now I am much older. I reluctantly remove my top so she can inspect me, feeling me flex my muscles. It's nice to be complimented by such a charming young woman. The innuendo's are now getting really obvious now. Remember we are at a family gathering in broad daylight...
