My parents, in their fifties, and a couple of sticks-in-the-mud anyway, left me sitting at the bar to watch over, Aunt Susan. My Dad's sister, Aunt Susan was recently divorced from her husband and had accompanied my family to Hilton Head.
After dinner at a nice seafood place, she convinced us to go to this bar across the street from where we were staying in Palmetto Dunes. My aunt, it seems, has had a second wind as far as the bar scene goes since the divorce, and there was a restaurant back in Atlanta with a good bar crowd that she went to three or four nights a week. My Dad gave her a hard time, saying that it was a bar for people in mid-life crisis and my Mom got pissy with him for it, because even though my aunt was a tough lady and would never let it show that her younger brother was getting the best of her, it had to hurt her.
Anyway, we ended up at this bar where it was mostly older singles and my parents just couldn't hang. They each had half of a margarita before telling me to walk home with my aunt and to make sure she got there safe.
"Hell," my Dad said looking across the room to my aunt, noticeably flirting with a man who was sitting in a booth across the bar from us. "Just make sure she gets there at all."
My Mom slapped him on the arm and they left me sitting at a bar alone. After a little bit, an older blonde woman came over and started buying me drinks. She had her hand on my leg the entire time we were and before long, it got braver and moved to my crotch.
She was married, but she and her husband had an "understanding."
"An understanding?" I asked.
"We can both fuck around if we don't get caught."
"Oh," I said, not knowing if she was serious.
After a while of the hand and another drink, I had a raging hard on.
"Take me somewhere and fuck me," she said.
I thought about it, working it out in my head, trying to figure it out if there was anyway to leave my aunt.
"I can't," I said. "That woman over there is my aunt and I'm in charge of getting her home safe."
"It looks like she might have it under control," the woman said.
I watched my aunt do a shot of tequila and then kiss the blonde woman in the booth with the man. There was another two guys and a woman on the other side and they cheered at their brazenness.
My aunt was in her mid-fifties and had red-hair and gray eyes. She had great skin, though of course she had the inevitable crow's feet. Her body was great for a woman her age who rarely worked out. Her breasts were full and sagged a bit and she had a slight paunch. Her hips weren't very big, she had been very thin all her life, but they had filled out with age.
I turned back to the woman rubbing my crotch. I took her hand off of me.
"That's the problem," I said. "I promised my Dad."
"She's a grown woman," she said putting her hand back. She leaned over and kissed my neck. I felt her breath on my neck and had to fight to keep from shivering.
I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. My hand found her breasts, she had huge fake breasts, and I started fondling them. I don't like fake breasts, but this woman was hot in spite of them.
After a moment, I broke the kiss.
"Tomorrow night," I said.
"I'm having dinner with my husband tomorrow night."
"I guess he wouldn't want me to join you," I joked.
"With him, you never know."
I laughed uncomfortably.
"Tomorrow morning," she said. "When he's playing golf, I'll make us Bloody Mary's."
"What time?"
"He leaves at 8:30. 9?"
"I'll see you then."
"You better," she said kissing me. "And bring this."
She felt my crotch and got up. She scribbled her phone number and the place she was staying down on a cocktail napkin and kissed me again on the cheek. She walked over to the bartender and paid both of our tabs and left.
"She was a little old for you," a voice said.
I turned around and it was my aunt.
"I'll make you a deal," I said looking around for the group she had been doing shots and flirting with. "What happens in Hilton Head, stays in Hilton Head."
"More than fair," she smiled.
"What happened to your entourage?"
"Oh, they had to go, something about early tee times."
"That one guy was pretty good-looking, huh?"
"Oh god, I wanted him. I was ready to take his wife home too."
"Yeah, right."
"We're having dinner tomorrow night, the three of us," she said and finished her drink.
"That's probably more than I should know for plausible deniability's sake."
"Oh, c'mon, it's the new millenium."
