Lynda is my aunt only by marriage, not a blood relative.
My Uncle John is a few years older than I am. He is my mother's youngest brother.
Until he and Lynda got married, Uncle John lived at home with his parents (my grandparents), about three hundred miles from us. Because of the distance, my parents and I didn't get to see them all that often. My senior year in high school, I had just turned eighteen. Our family traveled to be with my grandparents and Uncle John for Christmas.
Uncle John and Lynda were dating at the time, and he brought Lynda over to meet all of us. I was immediately attracted to Lynda. She was twenty and had graduated from high school 2 years earlier. At the time, she was attending a local junior college.
I found Lynda to be so fucking hot! She was kind of tall - 5 ft 10 inches (I was 5-11) and slender. She had beautiful red hair tied into a ponytail, bright blue eyes, freckles on her face and arms, and cute dimples when she smiled. Redheads with their hair in ponytails have always made me horny. And Lynda had on a very subtle but sexy smelling perfume.
Lynda was wearing a sweater that showed her shape very well. Her breasts were (I guessed) about 32B in size. Her waist was 24 inches - as stated by the label on her Levi's blue jeans. And those jeans really showed her shapely legs and emphasized her firm butt. I remember when she sat down on the bench by the family table and crossed her legs - the inseam of her jeans tightened up between her butt cheeks, and her ass had the shape of an upside-down Valentine heart. I had to go sit on the other side of the table so I wouldn't be caught staring at her shapely rear.
Lynda was very friendly and outgoing with everybody. Quick to smile, she would listen when anyone else was speaking, and she even smiled and winked at me a couple of times.
After dinner that evening, Uncle John took Lynda back home. Being around Lynda that afternoon had made me so horny! That night, before I went to bed, I had a nice solo jack-off session in the shower, imagining what Lynda would look like naked there in there with me. When I woke up the next morning, I had erection from the dream I was having about Lynda, so I had another quick wank in the bathroom before breakfast.
It was the next year that Uncle John and Lynda got married. My parents and I drove to my grandparent's place a couple of days before their wedding so that we could all visit with them and the other family members there. But my eyes were on Lynda all the time that she was there. So beautiful, so sexy. And at the wedding she looked fabulous in her white gown.
That night, after she and Uncle John left on their honeymoon, I jacked off again into a bunch of tissues that I took to bed with me, imagining how Aunt Lynda was giving Uncle John a full workout on their wedding night. Lucky Uncle John!
Fast forward a couple of years, and I graduated from a two-year junior college. I would be going off to a larger university, so that summer I drove to my grandparents place to visit with them and Uncle John and Aunt Lynda for a week. Uncle John and Aunt Lynda came over to visit the first evening, and I was happy to see that Lynda looked even better than before. Her face had lost most of its freckles, her breasts had filled out a little more, but her waist, ass and legs were still just like I remembered. Her sexy red hair was very much longer than the first time we met, now hanging down almost to her lovely ass. And she was again wearing that perfume that I remembered so well from before.
While we were catching up on things, I called them Uncle John and Aunt Lynda. Uncle John chuckled and said, "Joe, you don't have to call us Uncle and Aunt. Since we're all so close in age, it seems kind of silly. Just John and Lynda will be good."
"Okay, John and Lynda it is," I replied. And Lynda smiled and winked again.
John and Lynda lived a couple of miles away from my grandparents, on a few acres set back from the road about a hundred yards. They owned an older farmstead home, with a wraparound porch that had a porch swing. Lynda was working as a legal secretary for a law firm in a nearby town. John had a small business with several pieces of heavy equipment (bulldozers and backhoes) that he used for excavation jobs on the farms and ranches in the area. The week that I was there at my grandparents, he had to go work a three-day job a couple hundred miles away - too far to drive back home every night.
The next evening, Lynda came over to visit with us. It was a nice visit, and we all had an enjoyable time chatting and playing some card games. Just before she left to go back home, Lynda looked at me and said, "Joe, why don't you drive over to our place tomorrow? It's Friday, and I've got the day off - the partners in the firm have gone to a management retreat, and the rest of us don't have to go in. Why don't you come over around eleven? With John out at the construction job, I could use the company. I'll fix us some lunch and we can maybe go fishing in the pond. Or whatever. Wear something comfortable." Once more with the smile and wink.
"Uh, sure. Sounds great. I'll see you then."
Well, my imagination was working overtime. I was excited that I would get to be alone with Lynda for the first time. There wasn't a big difference in age between us, only two years. But I kept telling myself that she was married to my uncle, so nothing would happen. She just wanted me to come over so we could get to know each other better - nothing more than that. But it still didn't keep me from having another wank session that night thinking of lovely Lynda before I could go to sleep.
The next morning, I showered and dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. I got to John and Lynda's place right at eleven o'clock. When I knocked, Lynda opened the door and gave me a big hug as she invited me in. I smelled that subtle but sexy perfume that I remembered from before. She had her long red hair in a ponytail again, almost like she knew that it turned me on.
Lynda was wearing a pair of really faded cut-off jean shorts that were tattered on the bottom with the front pockets showing below the tatters. Not really Daisy Duke shorts, but getting close. So tight on her, they revealed a lot of her long, tanned legs. And she was wearing a white t-shirt with John's company logo on the front - not too loose, but not very tight across her breasts. As she moved, it was obvious that Lynda wasn't wearing a bra under it. And she had a simple pair of running shoes on her feet. Her beauty and smell and proximity to me started to wake up my cock.
"Let's go into the kitchen," Lynda suggested. "You sit at the table, and we'll chat while I'll fix up some sandwiches." So that is what we did.
I don't really remember what we talked about - I was looking at Lynda as she was standing at the counter making lunch. Her ponytail was swinging as she talked and moved around. I just had to look at her long tanned legs down below those tattered cut-offs, just showing a bit of her ass cheeks above that line where her upper thighs transitioned to her butt. Her superb ass gently swayed as she moved.
I swear those cut-offs were from the very same Levi's blue jeans that she was wearing on that night when we first met. They still had the faded tag stating that her waist was still 24 inches. And they were so very much hugging her fine ass. I envied those shorts. Every now and then, Lynda would turn around and catch me looking. She didn't say anything, but she just smiled and winked at me. And I kept imagining her naked.
Lynda poured us each a glass of water, then she brought our lunch over. She sat down at the table across from me. We had our sandwiches and chips. We talked about her work, the plans she and John had for kids in another couple of years, and my plans after I graduated from college. It was a warm summer day, and the house windows were open. I guess we both got a little drowsy from the lunch and the warm air. I yawned, then so did Lynda. But when she yawned, she put her arms up and behind her head and leaned back, pushing her breasts forward, causing her nipples to poke up against the t-shirt material. And of course, I was looking.
This time, Lynda did say something. "Better not let your eyes pop out." But she wasn't mad -- she gave me that sexy dimpled smile, and an even longer wink of one eye. "Let's go walk out by the pond. Do you want to take the fishing poles?"
"Let's just go without the poles," I said. "If we catch anything, then my hands will stink like fish. I showered just before I came over. So just walking and talking and looking at the pond is fine by me."
Their pond was about a quarter mile behind the house, with a bunch of oak and pecan trees growing around it. A small stream kept it filled, and obviously there were fish in it. We just slowly walked side by side, chatting and looking around. When we got to the shade by the pond, Lynda sat down in a grassy area, looked up at me and patted the ground beside her, inviting me to sit with her. We sat there for a quite a while talking about a variety of stuff, but I couldn't help it - I just had to look at Lynda and her sexy body and long legs. Her perfume scent was still there, and I so much wanted to snuggle closer and kiss her. Lynda must have been thinking the same way - her breathing got a little faster, and she had a slight blush on her face.
Suddenly, she said. "Let's go back to the house. I'll make some lemonade, and we can sit on the front porch swing and talk some more."
"Okay." I stood up, and Lynda reached out her hand so I could help her stand. Her hand felt hot in mine, and maybe I held it a few seconds longer than I intended. Or maybe she didn't pull it away for a few seconds. We each looked at each other - me gazing into her bright blue eyes. Then I cleared my throat, and we both looked away. Lynda suddenly took big strides back towards the house, and it took me a couple of seconds to start following her. But I admit, I lagged back a little bit so I could enjoy seeing her behind moving as she walked. She slowed her pace so I could catch up and we walked side by side.
Before we got to her house, Lynda reached over and grabbed my hand with hers, and she kind of sighed as we walked the rest of the way holding hands. But she released my hand just before we walked inside.
Back in the kitchen once again, I sat in the same chair as before, and watched her as she cut and squeezed lemons into a pitcher. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like Lynda was moving her fine ass side to side a bit more than she was earlier. And when she put the sugar into the pitcher and stirred it, the motion of her ass caused my cock to start growing.
Lynda put ice in two glasses and filled them with the fresh lemonade. "Okay, let's go out front now."
