I have often fantasized of having sex with my aunt Catherine who lives in London. When I was on a vacation at her and my uncle's (mother's brother) place, I had discovered totally nude photos of them on a beach in Greece. They were spending their honeymoon there. On one of the photos was a black guy and my aunt. She had always been so open-minded about sex, that I wondered, if anything had come between the black lad and her. I used to also sneak through her lingerie, smell her underwear and masturbate to them on my uncle's bed.
I had even seen her naked once, when I had mistakenly walked in the bathroom. She was just getting out of the bath and I saw her slim dripping body, nice breasts standing firmly, a neat vagina between her slender legs. She just smiled at me, as I gasped and closed the door. Latter in the garden, seeing me puzzled, she said "don't worry", and gave me a wink, as she sat down at the table for lunch.
That was some time ago, and this holiday I visited them once again, coming from the Czech Republic. I wasn't going to stay there long, since I had plans to hitchhike through England. Each morning, my uncle was going to work, he had a construction company, so he had to be up quite early. My aunt who was about 35 and still brilliant looking, had just quit her job and was staying at home looking out for something new. Since it was my vacation from my studies, I was sleeping out late, doing nothing apart from reading and watching television.
Then, one day I was lying out on the grass, reading a novel that had just come out, when my aunt walked up and offered me a cocktail. She was looking good, wearing a bikini top with her breasts sticking out, and a tennis like skirt letting her long legs show. She started telling me how she didn't like her last job as a catering organizer, that she had a lot of problems with the waiters and cooks who didn't seem to have the cuisine touch. I was telling her about my musical studies, I was in the Academy of Music, playing the percussion. Somehow we got to the topic of women, and she asked me, if I was still with my girlfriend Paula. I said yes, and she approved. She had met her last time, and liked her a lot. I guess she admired her Latin-American carnation, and sexiness.