A gap year from college came at a great time for me, it was summer and I had the urge to travel the world but mainly bum around Europe, one problem, lack of funds, I had some help from my family but basically I needed to earn a little cash, trouble was every student for miles around was grabbing the opportunities as they came up.
"I was talking to your aunt the other day, I was telling her you needed some cash and she said she would happily pay you to go and lend a hand at her place for a week or two" my mother said as she served my evening meal, Aunt Jean I thought to myself, I had not seen her for a few years, but the memories I had of my mothers sister were always nice ones. I sat thinking about what my mother had said, I also thought back to the last time I stayed at her house, I was in my early teens then, only just discovering sex and the attraction of women, there was something about Aunt Jean, despite her age she always made me feel horny when I was around her, at the time I was too young to realise why and I wondered if that had changed over the past few years.
"Tell Aunt Jean I would be happy to go and help out, it would be nice to stay with her, I always liked her place" I told my mother. A week or so later I was heading off on the train to the small village close to where Aunt Jean lived, she had now been divorced over five years, a handsome settlement had left her very well off, so I had no worries about taking the money off her, my mother always bitched that Jean had to much money and did not know what to do with it.
I hauled my rucksack of the small train and looked down the platform, there was Aunt Jean waving to attract my attention, from a distance she looked like she had not changed one bit, as she approached me all my earlier thoughts and feelings suddenly came to a head, it was like the pieces of a jig saw falling into place, I was now a lot older and now I knew full well what had made Aunt Jean the interesting lady that I remembered from childhood.
The railway platform was a perfect venue for Aunt Jean, she looked like a scene from one of those old war movies where the sweet heart was seeing her lover off as he went to war, it was like her fashion sense was caught in a time warp, a tight knee length white pencil skirt clung to her curves, as she walked towards me her hips swayed in a way only women of her age know how to do, her heels were high and it exaggerated this movement as she got closer. On top a tight sweater, wow what a pair of tits I thought as they two swayed as she walked, in my mind I slowed this vision down not wanting it to end, I looked across two other men, one young and an older chap both started as they too enjoyed the sight of my aunt walking down the platform.
A kiss on my cheek left the mark of her red painted lips on my face, "Simon, its so nice of you to come, my you have grown up, its been ages since I have seen you, come on lets get going" she said, we came to the gateway of the station and I let her go through first, black seams trailed up from the back of her heel, I recalled this from my childhood but now I was old enough to know this meant nylon stockings!!, as she walked in front of me I could clearly see the outline of her suspenders through the tightness of her skirt, by this stage I was sporting a very uncomfortable erection.
Once in the car I watched the seat belt slide snugly between those large breasts, her sweater was so tight the outline of her bra was clearly visible, "off we go then" aunt Jean said as we drove the short drive out of the village to the converted farm house that was home for aunt Jean. On the way we chatted, she was keen to catch up on the family news, I engaged her conversation but my mind wondered, I wondered if there was a man in her life these days, I also contemplated her age, I worked out from my mothers age that Jean was around fifty two or fifty three years old but boy was she in great shape, sure enough she had a few tell tale lines around her eyes, she ad put on a little weight since I had seen her last but she carried it well.
The house was far to big for one person and as we got out of the car it gave me the opportunity to confirm Aunt Jean's status, "this place is massive aunt, far to big for one person, any thoughts of getting married again" I asked, she laughed, "gosh no, I like my own company to much, sure enough it gets a little quiet out here on my own but now then I pop down to the village for a social event or drinks with some of the ladies down there" she told me, so no obvious sign of a man her life.
My room looked over the front of the house and the fields beyond, it was a lovely peaceful scene and I gazed out of the window, then I looked down to see my aunt walking out to her car, she had left her hand bag in the Mercedes SLK sports car which had transported us from the station, I watched from behind the net curtains and I could not resist pulling out my cock and giving it a few hard tugs, I was starting to have ideas about my aunt and in my head I started to hatch a plan. I led back on the bed my cock still in my hand, I recalled the night before and the time I had spent with my girl friend Sophie, our farewell fuck before I went to stay with my aunt, Sophie was great, a real catch and a great looking girl, a stunning body but she was not a lover of sex and she found my rather large cock uncomfortable, she also complained that I tended to be a bit forceful with her, all in all I found my sex life with Sophie a little frustrating, sex did not really interest her though you would not know buy looking at her, I had resigned myself to the fact there was a lot more experiences out there to try but with Sophie things had gone as far as they would go, perhaps Aunt Jean could forward my sexual experiences a little.
For the first few days I watched my aunt, studying her, that was quite a pleasure as each day she would be immaculately dressed in her sexy seamed stockings and tight fitting sweaters and blouses, everything about Aunt Jean was correct and in its place, the house was like a show home and she spent nearly all her time cleaning and rearranging things so they looked just right.
My list of jobs was a menial few odd jobs around the house, a bit of loose guttering on the back of the house, a couple of broken rainwater pipes to replace, this would be easy money and that suited me fine. I had been staying with Aunt Jean for three days, the best part of staying with her was the evenings when we would sit down and chat, she enjoyed a sherry and got tipsy pretty quickly, I used these moments to gleam a little more information on her private life.
I was fixing a small decorative wall at the bottom of the long garden one morning when Aunt Jean came down the garden with a tray and a drink for me, it was hot, very hot, I was sweating as moving the bricks was quite a hard job, I stopped and excepted the drink, rather than make idle conversation Aunt Jean stood there looking at me, I was wearing just a pair of shorts and trainers and not wishing to sound vain I look after myself and years of playing rugby has left me with very defined muscles, I sipped on my drink, I swear she was staring at me, saying nothing she just stood waiting for me to finish, I am not that experienced but I could tell she liked what she saw, inside I smiled to myself, time to make my move I thought.