I was your typical 22-year-old college graduate... broke, desperate for work, and dreading the inevitability of repaying my college loans. With a useless degree in English Literature, my prospects for a good paying job were minimal at best. A few of my close girlfriends had tried dancing to make ends meet, and I was constantly being begged to give it a shot. While I never considered myself a prominently radiant woman, I was just becoming comfortable with my Spanish features (think Reubenesque) having struggled with my weight for most of my teenage life. I was a size 12, and my last ex girlfriend thought I was the sexiest creature alive. Her compliments always centered on my large breasts and a Kim Kardashian type ass, which I selfishly admit, I loved showing off. Yet I felt it was unfair to use my body in getting what I wanted.
I have always been the independent type; strong and secure about myself, not like the rest of my sorority friends were. They were muddled with the typical rush of life, marriage, children... I simply wanted none of that. I wanted to keep my mind open to all possibilities, and I knew it was my duty to explore every option possible in order to be truly happy.
Coming back to my apartment late one afternoon from my job at the local bookstore, I sorted through the mail of the day. Somewhat surprised, I saw a thick letter from my Aunt who lived in St. Petersburg, Florida. Curious, I sat down to inspect the contents of the delivery.
"Dear Meredith. Think of this as your graduation present. We'll worry about getting you home once you get here. Love, Aunt Deb."
Inside was a one-way ticket to St. Petersburg, first class. Delighted, I quickly began making the calls to get off work, and to tell my Mother of my impulsive plans. If I felt good about any decision, this was it. My Aunt could help me find a respectable job anywhere in the state of Florida since she was the owner of her own company, and now filthy rich due to the fact that a large telecommunications firm had recently bought her out. It was destiny...
The flight was a day away, and I started packing my best suits, and personal attire. That night when I went to bed, all the possibilities rushed through my head about a possible life in Florida... Money, success, and hopefully true love. But regret soon came to mind, knowing I had neglected my personal life during the last four years of college. I always re-assured myself it was the right thing to do since many of my closest friends got involved with devastating relationships that usually ended their college career. I wanted no part of it.
After about an hour or so, my mind drifted in the direction of my Aunt Debbie. I always admired her boldness in her career, yet I was somewhat envious of her too. Aunt Debbie was the talk of the family... rich, successful, and still single at 40. Lavish cars and homes, Aunt Debbie never allowed a person to interfere, personal or professionally. But it was something else that drew my mind to wonder about my Aunt... something far more forbidden.
In my early teens, my younger brother and I spent many long weeks with Aunt Debbie in her lavish home in Florida. She had the luxury of making her own schedule, and usually spent the days with us at Clearwater Beach. It was there that I began noticing my Aunt's alluring features... full, plump breasts... a slender figure highlighted by well-rounded hips, and a full, fleshy ass that my eyes always seemed to be drawn to. Being half-Spanish, my family was prone to such enticing features, as Aunt Debbie was no different in those respects.
It was late one afternoon that my silly younger brother discovered something in our Aunt's bedroom... something that opened my mind to a vast assortment of prospects. A new glossy issue of an all girl magazine was in the hands of my younger brother. Excited (as a typical 12 year old boy would be), he showed off his prize, mocking me as he pranced around the house, gazing at the photo spreads. Curious, I never uttered a word; but inside, I was planning on pilfering that magazine for my own self.
That night, I swiped the magazine from under his bed, and brought it into my bedroom. I clearly remember my heart racing as the pages flipped by to reveal many vixens of the flesh. There were plentiful lesbian pictorials to choose from... The excitement arrested my young senses. But it was the vivid pictorial in the middle of the publication that caught my interest. The pictorial featured two voluptuous, amazon sized women on a beach; much like the one my Aunt had always taken me to. The kisses, the legs, well oiled and tanned, the alluring positions... but it was several pages of the two lovers exploring each other's backsides that captured my 16-year-old heart. I had never seen two women together, much less make love to one another. The four middle pictures revealed the elevated spheres of their plump asses that somehow pulled me in. I gazed incessantly at the two gently caressing the cheeks of each other's glorious backside. Fingernails lightly pressing the skin, tongues lapping each delicious inch of those bronzed cheeks... Never before had I thought that a woman's ass could be adored in such a way... I was transfixed on those pictures, but just as I began the newly discovered stirrings within, the horrid thought of me doing this to my Aunt rushed into my mind's eye. Disgusted, I set aside the magazine, and forever sealed that forbidden thought far, far away in the corner of my heart in a mental "hope chest". Little did I know that the seeds of my inborn cravings were planted that very night.
The flight was smooth and relaxing. As I made my way to the gate, there sat my gorgeous Aunt. Deb looked simply radiant, just as I knew she would. I could tell that my Aunt had gained a few pounds, yet the extra weight filled out each curvy feature quite nicely. I happily greeted my attractive Aunt with a long embrace. It was so good to see her at long last. It was a moment I would never forget.
We graciously made our way to her car as Deb decided to let the top down on her convertible Mustang. The sun felt good upon my brown skin... I felt alive; I felt loved. It was approaching sunset, and Aunt Debbie took me to the best restaurant at the beach. A lowly lit establishment, we shared an intimate dinner together, catching up on the months between my last visit. Soon, my Aunt had several names for me to call for possible job openings, and it all seemed to be falling together-- just as planned.
After two days, I had contacted the people Aunt Deb had named, and before long, I had well over a dozen interviews across Tampa and St. Pete. I was beside myself as the offers kept rolling in, and it was time to celebrate. Aunt Debbie wanted to celebrate by showing me a good time as she began conjuring up many ways how we could relish the new possibilities.
"Where are we going?" I naively asked.
"Somewhere special." Aunt Debbie replied.
We both had dressed up for the evening as Deb wore her usual classy suit. The garments hugged her curvy figure well, and I couldn't help but take notice of it by complimenting her radiant appearance. She also complimented me as I wore a tight, revealing black mini-dress that allowed spectators to view my (now) well-tanned buxom cleavage. My thighs were thankfully defined by years of aerobics, and exhaustive workouts. While I wasn't completely sure of it, I felt my Aunt was basking in the presence of me, her very own niece. It was then that I felt that long forgotten sting of forbidden attraction crawl from the depths of my heart. I thought I had forgotten about it... I wasn't expecting it, but was willing to beguile myself in thinking this was something so very sexy.
I knew we made a very hot couple. As we made our way down the freeway, I caught Aunt Debbie looking at me several times. I could sense that cognizance of lustful attraction as we shared a few timid glances of shyness and corruption. I knew I probably looked like a mess as my long black hair was tossed about during our drive, but honestly, this speechless situation was making me feel sexier than I had ever felt before. My Aunt didn't have to say a thing, but I clearly knew what her eyes were saying.
Driving up to an unknown establishment, I noticed that the place had no windows, or any normal features of a nightclub, or a restaurant.
"What's this place?" I asked.
"Something you're going to enjoy." Deb said as we made our way out of the car.
As we walked inside, I saw several burly male patrons exit the doors. I was totally confused, but still eager to follow my Aunt's lead. As we walked in, numerous females that were completely nude instantly bombarded my grateful eyes. I hesitated, catching my breath in shock.
I knew where I was... a nude dance club. Aunt Debbie stopped, and turned...
"Don't tell me you've never been to a place like this before!" asked Debbie.
"No, I haven't. I can't believe you took me here!! Why?" I asked.
All my Aunt did was take my hand, leading me to the back of the club. As we made our way back, my eyes were filled with images of supple flesh and erotic mannerisms. One in particular caught my eye... a blonde dancer with full delicious breasts, but it wasn't her hour glass figure that held my attention... it was seeing her completely stooped over-- swaying her wide backside in the face of a fortunate customer. I came to a halt in mid pace as I witnessed the wondrous performance. Suddenly, the dancer's face glanced up, catching me gazing at her... our eyes made contact... in that split second, glorious instant of initial connection, the voluptuous blonde pressed her lips together for a kiss that took my breath away in a fleeting moment of surreal ecstasy. The dancer's eyelids squinted as she cast her spell me. I was captured...
Deb and I sat in a secluded corner of the club. Still dizzy from the blonde's kiss, I could only gaze in awe at the countless lustful vixens around me. It was as if Pandora's box had opened just for me.
"I knew you'd like this place." Debbie said in a sultry, low voice.
As a semi-nude waitress placed our drinks down, I kept scanning the crowd for my handpicked blonde. But she was no where to be seen.
"I can't believe you took me to a strip club!" I said, sipping my drink.
"Sweetheart, if you're going to be down here, you might as well see what we have to offer." Replied Deb as she settled back in the plush leather couch.
"Hi there." cooed a suggestive voice.
Glancing upward, I flinched, seeing the same dancer who stole my heart the moment I walked in. To feel the splintering rush of lust and desire sweep through me so quickly was intoxicating.
"Hi." was all I could come back with.
The shapely dancer replied with a suggestive smile as she strutted over to Aunt Debbie, leaning over to share a meaningful embrace.
"Hi, love... Glad you could make it." said the blonde siren. "Is it time for me to take the stage?"
My Aunt nodded yes as I helplessly watched the dancer begin a slow dance to the beat of the music. I sat in dismay as not only was my Aunt's hidden lusts were finally being revealed, but now this dancer's tantalizing body was seducing me in a way that made me cringe in awe. I quickly gazed around me, seeing several male patrons gawking at the sight... Slightly embarrassed, I inched back in my seat-- back to the exhibition of wanton lust.
The blonde slowly turned her back on Debbie... arching her back ever so slowly as she raised the perfumed flesh of her ass. Aunt Debbie let out a low moan of approval as the dancer gently swayed the golden spheres of her ass towards the captivated 40 year-old.
"God, you have such a gorgeous ass." said Aunt Debbie in the most serious tone.
I watched in disbelief as my Aunt's hands carefully placed themselves upon each full mound of the dancer's supple cheeks as her hips still motioned to the careful rhythm of the music. Her fingers slithered across the vast contours, gently kneading the plump skin as the dancer gasped... Aunt Debbie took the back of her fingers, brushing them along the surface of the ass, down along the darkened crevice that seemed so forbidden to me. My eyes longingly inched up the length of the dancer's thick glossy thighs... our gaze locked together once more.
