It was hot, hot and sweaty, far too hot for housework and in fact just the sort of day to take advantage of Adam's new six foot tall privacy fencing and do a spot of nude sunbathing on the lawn. Nikki needed to top up her tan anyway for when they went on holiday next month, so it wasn't as if she'd be wasting the day. At least, that's how she justified things to herself when she collected together her blanket, book and sun cream before installing herself on the close cropped grass of her back garden.
Nikki was slightly above average tall, solidly built, black haired and brown eyed, with skin that tanned easily and naturally, her colouring a legacy of distant Turkish ancestry. With her colouring came a tendency to hairiness, her pubes a thick black wiry thatch that extended higher up her belly than most did, as well as scattering dark hairs at the top of her thighs and around her anus. Before she went on holiday in a bikini, she reminded herself, she would need to bring that aspect of her appearance back under control with a good waxing. But today there was neither bikini nor anyone to see her, so it didn't matter.
The sun held no terrors for her, but she still took the sensible precaution of coating herself liberally with high factor sun protection. She was far from mole free and skin cancer was one of her acknowledged horrors. Anyway, the feel of her own hands running over herself as she massaged the cream into her skin was always unexpectedly sensual, almost erotic, and had more than once led to a much more determined pleasuring. The feel of slippery hands, even her own, massaging her full breasts with their rubbery nipples made her eyes close with pleasure. Today though, she just wanted to relax and read while the sun did its work and she resisted the ever present temptation.
She preferred sunbathing nude, the sense of freedom along with that vague feeling of naughtiness appealed to her adventurous side. She loved too, the way an errant breeze could make her dark nipples respond and raise little goose bumps that were then soothed away by the warmth of the sun. What better way to spend a hot afternoon – just so long as she remembered to turn over from time to time and not cook either her front or her back. She didn't burn easily, but she could still get painful sunburn if she really overdid things.
She was soon deep into her book, a novel portraying the German occupation of France, identifying herself with the resistance heroine, feeling as if she too was fighting to free her homeland, with even the warm sun on her bare bottom turned into the heat of fires from a burning German fuel dump and the sounds of traffic on the nearby road converted into the clatter of tank tracks as a baffled enemy tried ineffectively to seek out his tormenter. So lost was she that the click of the gate brought momentary terror as thoughts of leather coated Gestapo officers come to haul her off for interrogation ran through her mind. In a blind panic she jerked around, covering herself desperately and ineffectually with her hands and looking uncomprehendingly at the suburban garden that had somehow replaced the vineyard.
"Well, I don't usually frighten people like that when I visit them."
The words of English and the amused tone of voice brought Nikki back to the present day and she gazed at her Aunt Bridget with sudden recognition.
"I'm sorry, Auntie Bridget." She gasped out, still trying to get her head on straight. "I was absolutely miles away. I thought for moment that you were the Gestapo."
Her aunt raised puzzled eyebrows. "I won't ask why, but if they do ever call I just hope that you don't greet them dressed like that." She looked pointedly at Nikki's nakedness. Aunt Bridget was not known for her liberal attitudes.
Nikki glanced down to where her hands still only half covered her 'naughty bits' and blushed. She offered the book in explanation, baring her breasts just long enough to hold the book up but still cupping her pubes in embarrassment.
"I don't know why you're bothering, girl." Her aunt's voice carried that same amused quality as before. "I've probably seen more of you than you have. You forget that I used to change you and bath you as a child."
"But I'm twenty-three now, so I'm not a child anymore, Auntie." Nikki told her hotly, putting her hand back across her front.
"No, that you're certainly not. But you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself either; you've developed a good figure, be proud of it."
"True, and I am." Nikki conceded, removing her hands but still keeping her legs firmly pressed together. She was still not comfortable about being naked, feeling a little like a young girl caught being naughty by an adult.
Bridget looked at the wine. "I tell you what, why don't I go get second bottle and another glass and then we can relax together, yes?
Nikki knew instinctively that her aunt was diplomatically giving her a chance to dress discreetly, but contrarily she decided to remain nude. It was after all, she told herself, her garden to dress in how she pleased; guests should accept her habits and not the other way around.
When Bridget returned she found Nikki laying on her back, defiantly relaxed, one hand by her side and the other shading her eyes so that she could study her aunt's expression as she approached.
"Good." Bridget said with a note of satisfaction. "Now you won't mind if I do the same, will you?
The question was rhetorical, but Nikki would have been too surprised to answer even if any such was expected. She lay opened mouthed as her aunt began to unfasten her front buttoned dress. Nikki had always considered Bridget to be a more than a little old fashioned, certainly more conservative than her forty-eight years would imply, and yet here she was stripping before her niece, apparently with a complete lack of concern.
Nikki watched, fascinated, as Bridget let the dress fall from her shoulders to reveal a quarter cup bra and hi-cut panties. Judging by those undies she had obviously misjudged her aunt, and badly. Bridget reached around her back and unclipped her bra, shrugging to allow it to join her dress pooled around her feet. Her breasts were full and round, higher than a woman of her age had any right to expect and tipped with long, pale pink nipples, each set in a large pale aureole that emphasized their candy colouring. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her panties down, leaning sideways and stepping each foot out in turn, leaving Nikki embarrassingly captivated by the delicate puff of blonde hair that covered her aunt's pubes. She couldn't help but stare.
Bridget was not a 'proper auntie', or any blood relation, she had married Nikki's father's childhood best friend and became an 'auntie' by adoption. That was why she did not carry the family's trademark almost black hair and dark complexion. She was in fact a genuine platinum blonde with fair skin and blonde eyebrows and lashes. A marked and beautiful contrast to her olive skinned 'niece'.
"Well?" Bridget asked. "Will I do?"
Nikki pulled herself back into the real world.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"I asked you if I would do. You were giving me such an intense once over as if you'd never seen a naked woman before."
Nikki blushed as she gazed up at this tall, well built blonde Amazon who now stood before her, still wondering how her frumpy aunt had managed to hide that sexy body all these years.
"I'm sorry Auntie Bridget." She said eventually. "I guess I just hadn't expected you to take your clothes off."
The explanation was close enough to the truth to suffice.
