This story is very close to the truth. I do have an auntie Suzanne, and she is about 20 years older than me, and I did go on a road trip alone with her. I have only embellished the tale slightly because it needs so little. In other words, about 90 percent of this is completely true. To this day I flash back any time I need a great memory to help me handfuck myself. Enjoy.
Before there was such a thing as a MILF, if you know what I mean, I had the opportunity to enjoy an AILF... an aunt I would like to fuck. Let me share that tale.
Suzanne was my mother's sister and she lived on the other side of the country while we lived in British Columbia, Canada. That means it was a rare thing for our family to see anyone "from back east." It also meant that a visit from Suzanne, without her husband, and Esther, with, was a real treat for all of us.
This was the first time they had visited BC and Suzanne could not stop talking about how amazing everything was: the mountains, the ocean, wildlife (not that kind... yet) and even how friendly people seemed to be. She was loving it. And though she did not know it, I was loving her just as much. (Maybe change that to lusting her.)
At the time I was a university student just about to go back to second year. I was as busy as could be with a summer job in the local mill that paid very well, but also offered regular overtime work. The result was that I was able to 'bank' about a week of vacation for myself before going back to school.
If I had only known how good a week it was to be, I think I would have banked even more.
After a few days doing the rounds of tourist locations in our town, visiting friends and spending lots of money on gifts and souvenirs, Suzanne started complaining that she wanted to do something more interesting. She had heard about an exhibit in my university town and got it into her head that they should go there for the last four or five days of their vacation. But no one was having any of that; they all preferred to mooch around the home town and relaxing. "Too much driving and stress," complained my family along with Esther and her husband.
"Fine!" exclaimed Suzanne. "I will go on my own, by bus." Suzanne had always been headstrong, stubborn actually.
I have to thank my sister for this next bit. We'd never got along all that well and she was happy when I was off at school so she suggested that "Paul should drive her to the exhibit!" That would get rid of me for her, and would get Suzanne off their backs with her demands for more adventures.
It did not occur to me right away how this might turn out. I was certainly willing to undertake the trip, just to entertain Suzanne (honest!) but I did not want to be seen as encouraging the idea too much. I complained about missing work. About it being expensive as we'd have to stay in two hotel rooms (my apartment was not available yet, not until the first week of September when all students returned), and I did not want to be stuck with my "old aunt" for four days.
I actually said 'old Suzanne' out loud, and they bought it. Of course, all my straining to get out of this backfired you might say. I was eventually forced, I mean convinced, that I should do this as a good nephew, and to get Suzanne the vacation experience she now wanted.
To this day I don't know if Suzanne planned all this, but I like to think she did.
Suzanne was far from old, as I had complained. She was exactly 19 years older than me; I was 20 at the time.
I should probably give a better description of my aunt. Suzanne is exactly five-foot-five and weighed, I think, 118 pounds. That means she was perfectly shaped for my tastes, slightly rounded in all the right places and not so skinny you could count ribs.
Standing, as she usually did, in five-inch heels wearing a tan that could have been stockings, her legs were superb. The curve from the heel to the knee was perfect; her firm, womanly thighs were equally wonderful. I knew this because we'd often gone to the lake for swimming, tanning and hiking. She did not hike, but she did swim well and rested often on her giant beach towel. Her tan was genuine, and I could never quite avoid staring at her and almost getting caught more than once. At least, I believed she had not noticed, after all, I was her nephew, right?
To continue, her athletic thighs curved beautifully into a firm but generous butt, enough to hang on to (I really, really wished) but not so much as to look fat. Her 40-year-old hips and tummy were very good for a 25-year old; for her, excellent!
Next, her breasts. I cannot say enough about how wonderful these appendages were. She had to be a large B cup, maybe even a C cup. Her bikinis were the right size, but even then those wonderful breasts strained at the fabric. And somehow her nipples were virtually always noticeable. Sometimes it was just a hint of bump, but a lot of the time they were right there about to poke you in the eye. (I was sure she never saw the attention I was giving her breasts, all of her actually.)
Suzanne's pretty face was framed with short, wild hair that yes, always looked like she'd just got out of bed. I was pretty sure she had highlights done, but they just added to the almost red hair — a real family trend, actually. She looked good.
Once the family had decided that I would be taking Suzanne on her road trip, I played the wronged youth, resigned to doing the right thing. But only if she paid for everything, I insisted. In the meantime, I could barely conceal my excitement over the next three days pending the trip.
The Monday before we were set to leave I could barely get to sleep: we'd be leaving early for the three-hour trip to university. We loaded up the bags into my car, said goodbye to the family and pulled out of the driveway.
My heart was thumping. It was all anticipation, but tempered with "get real — this is not Penthouse Letters, after all."
I could not have been more wrong.
We drove, chatting about Suzanne's plans for the excursion and the places she was most looking forward to visiting. For my part, I listened and answered her questions as they came up. After all, it was my 'other' home town. Concentrating on driving I mostly forgot about the fact that I was travelling alone with my hot aunt. Alone!
We'd been driving uninterrupted for almost two hours and it was time to stop in for refreshments and a fill-up. When I pulled in to the most convenient station, Suzanne literally jumped out of the car, calling back to me... "I have to pee!"
I filled up the car and got us a couple of soft drinks and was waiting patiently at the side of building away from traffic. I could see Suzanne when she came out. I almost did not recognize her. She had changed into tights with a loose-fitting, nearly sheer top cut really quite deep. As she got back in she just said "let's get going," totally ignoring my look of surprise, though I would have sworn she had a little smirky smile going.
When we got out of the city traffic into the rural area she finally asked if I had noticed her new outfit. And did I like it?
I stammered a "I sure do" about the outfit, and posed the question: where in the heck did you get the outfit?
"I had the tights under my jeans, and the blouse was in my handbag," she explained. "I knew it would be hot (she paused ever so slightly) so I planned ahead.
Hot. Right. No kidding.
I could barely keep my eyes on the road. Suzanne had slid her seat all the way back and was stretched out completely, feet on the dashboard and firm legs crossed at the knee and featuring those fabulous thighs. I could even see the swell of her right breast standing firmly in the gap of her blouse. Even more distracting were her clearly visible nipples pressed hard against the lightweight fabric. That was when I realized Suzanne had removed her bra as well.
I was sufficiently distracted that I did not see her watching me appraising her nipples. There were thick, rather large; I could even see their bumpiness as they stretched to their maximum. I kept glancing sideways, making sure she still had her eyes closed. She did, probably.
"It looks like you are enjoying the view from there, Paul," she said softly. I nearly jumped out of my seat.
