This is based on a true story. It took place 8 years after the first two stories of me and my Aunt Helen and our get together in the shower. First, a little information. After our dramatic shower fucking session, Aunt Helen married the man she had been dating for about a year. Like Aunt Helen, he was also divorced and was a good man. I was happy for her to meet somebody like Uncle Jack. What it did, though, is bring to a halt the torrid interaction that was in the beginning stages between me and my irresistible Aunt Helen.
After graduating from Georgia Tech I stayed in Atlanta and took a job with IBM in their sales department. My parents relocated to a retirement community near Hilton Head and were living the dream in a beautiful home on the golf course and a large swimming pool. After 5 years I resigned from the IBM position and was taking a few weeks vacation, visiting the folks and hanging around their pool before beginning my new job. They were leaving me in the house while they took a week's vacation in California.
Aunt Helen's new hubby, Jackson, as she called him, was an executive for an oil company. It's an odd thing about women, they marry a man named Billy and his new wife immediately calls him William. A new hubby named Clay becomes Clayton. So, Helen married Jack and soon renamed him, Jackson. Their first assignment after the wedding was to Puerto Rico and after 3 years they were transferred to Saudi Arabia, which is where they currently resided.
As luck would have it, Aunt Helen took a month's leave from Saudi Arabia and was visiting my folks for a few weeks. She was going to be at their house the same time as me and was scheduled to arrive the day before my folks left for San Francisco.
My mom picked up her sister from the airport after her long trip from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. Helen was quick to tell us it was 2 AM in Saudi Arabia so she wouldn't be awake but a couple of more hours. My parents also turned in early as they would be leaving the house at 5 AM to make their flight on time. They would have time to visit with Aunt Helen when they returned home in a week.
It was great to see Aunt Helen but I doubted there would not be a resumption of our licentious activities that had ceased almost 8 years ago. After one highly exciting session in her apartment, our playing halted abruptly when she met Jack. We had seen each other a few times in the past few years and she behaved like an ice queen to me. She was nice but guarded, giving off no "fuck me" vibes whatsoever. So I awoke early the next morning and putzed around the house - coffee, cereal, computer, then a quick run to get the blood going. The folks left early and Aunt Helen was still upstairs sleeping away.
After a couple of hours, I decided to head for the pool with my book, sunglasses, a cap, and a pool noodle. This had become my routine. Staying with the parents, sleeping in, eating their food, enjoying their pool. This could become a habit.
Lying in the water on the pool noodle and looking toward the house, I perved Aunt Helen stepping through the gate wearing what looked like her favorite long T-shirt, worn thin and loosely. Her legs looked great and her nipples were perky beneath the thin cotton shirt. She seemed to catch my look and gave me a knowing smile as she walked to the edge of the pool. Maybe I misinterpreted the look.
"Come give your Aunt Helen a kiss, you rascal," she said.
She sat on the edge of the pool with her legs in the water as I paddled a bit to get closer to her. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the mouth, her T-shirt dipping enough to show a peek at her breasts, the nipples showing a bit through the thin material.
"You're coming in?" I asked with my best smile.
"Not before coffee," she answered. And with that, she turned to go back in the house, but not without showing me a glimpse of her panties and fine ass as she walked away. Only a few years earlier I had held that ass and licked every inch of it. Lordy, lordy would I ever be able to do it again?
The water felt great as I swam and I waited patiently, hoping it would not be long before she returned. In about fifteen minutes I was thinking it might be nice to get out and warm up when the back door opened and Helen stepped out with a cup of coffee. She was still in her T-shirt.
"How's the water?"
"Pretty good, you should hop in."
She put her coffee on the side of the pool, then she dived in and swam under the water, coming up just near me. "Ah, that feels good," she said. "I love this. There are no pools in Saudi Arabia. None that are available to me."
We floated in the water lazily, swimming and talking, enjoying the moment. Despite feeling chilly after having been in the water for so long, I loved being alone in the pool with my Aunt Helen. She stood near me bringing her breasts just out of the water and giving me sneak peeks at her nipples showing through the transparent fabric. The stirring in my tiny swimsuit was a dead giveaway that I was enjoying the view, but I didn't want her to see it so I kept everything below the surface and I stayed in the water with her.
After a few minutes, she said, "come on, it's getting cold. Let's get warm in the sun."
We left the pool and headed for the redwood lounge chairs, me turning sideways so my stiff dick wasn't obvious. We continued talking as we lay in the sun and I began to settle down. She grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and handed it to me. I sat up and applied the lotion to my face and chest then passed the bottle back to her before lying back down.
"Here let me put some on your back," she offered.
As she started rubbing the lotion on to my back, a tingle went through me. It shouldn't have been a big thing, but given our history, it felt quite intimate. I enjoyed having her hands on my body. I was not sure, but it seemed to me that her hands lingered a little bit in certain places. Before I could say anything, she stopped and moved back to her chair.
"There, you're done," she said.
She started applying lotion to her own body. I loved watching her. Then she laid on her chair and handed me the bottle.
"Your turn to do me," she said.
That sounded so good, but I chose to ignore it. I loaded the lotion onto my hands and began rubbing it onto her back, relieved she could not see my dick poking the front of my shorts now. I was now entertaining ideas of touching more and taking this as far as it would go. However, I wasn't sure the mixed signals she was sending were leading me in that direction.
Just then she looked over her shoulder at me. I was sure she glanced at my bathing suit and saw the hard-on there, but she did not say anything about it.
"Hang on a sec," she said, "I might want to get some sun on my back."
And with that, she pulled the wet T-shirt over her head and sat shirtless with her back to me. I kept rubbing the lotion in until I covered it completely, from her shoulders down to her butt crack, where I lingered.
She pulled a towel around her as we leaned back in our lounge chairs. I threw a towel across my crotch and pretended to read my book. The sun warmed us quickly.
We talked a bit. She told me how her husband had some problems with his prostate, which led to some erectile dysfunction. The prostate problem was solved, but the ED was not. She hadn't had sex with him in a couple of years. Although she said it all matter of factly, without a bit of flirtation in her voice - my horny ears heard an open invitation to jump her bones. My aunt.
