The other thing with my new job was that it was less than 10 miles away from where my Aunt Judith and Uncle Norman lived. I'd seen them quite a bit as a kid, and I smiled remembering their two daughters Caroline and Mary, who were 3 and 5 years younger than me. We'd all gone away together on holiday once, and they seemed good fun then - which must have been way back in our teens. But then they'd moved away to the south coast with his job, so I'd not seen any of them for ten years or so - and now my new company was based just one junction up the motorway. Of course I got their invitation to visit before I'd even moved. So now I was there I couldn't not go and see them.
It was a funny feeling going round to their house that Saturday night. Thinking of the other things I could be doing, then reminding myself of duty calls - and anyway the visit would be all over in a short while anyway. But I was also thinking about the way that Aunt Judith's eyes had a certain twinkle, and half remembering a couple of incidents where there were definite signs of arousal - at least on my part. I certainly remembered having her as one of my 'goodnight' fantasies during those early years - especially as she seemed to always be wearing cardigans and jumpers, and showing off her sexy body.
It was a semi-detached house on a leafy suburban road, as I got out of the car and headed for number 22. Almost as soon as I'd rung the bell the door opened, and there stood Aunt Judith, smiling at me with that twinkle in her eye - and wearing a round-necked soft lemon cardigan, buttoned right up to the top, with a darker orangey skirt.
"Oh Andrew, it is so good to see you after all this time!" she said, smiling, then she stepped out of the door to hug me and kiss my cheek. As she squeezed me so my hands automatically went around her, feeling the soft wool of her cardigan, the still slimness of her body, and smelling her old-fashioned perfume. God I did remember those thoughts from my long-ago nights alone.
I smiled back, "Yes it has been a while, hasn't it? You're looking very well - how are you?"
"Oh we're fine!" she said, breaking off, then leading me back into the house. "Come on in and tell us all about everything!"
I stepped past her so she could shut the door, taking in more closely the soft lemon cardigan, which seemed decidedly tight across her breasts. I'd remembered her as being a bit on the flat-chested side, which was why she wasn't my favourite fantasy at bedtime, but clearly the years of good living had caused her to fill out very nicely.
"Well hello there, Andrew!" said Uncle Norman, stepping out of the living room. He had a mid-grey polo-neck sweater on with dark grey trousers, and also looked to have put on a bit of weight and a few years since I saw him last. He gripped me by the hand as we shook hands. I guess you also need to know at this stage that I was wearing just some black chinos and a black cashmere sweater, with a simple round neck, under a leather jacket. Yes, I still loved that feeling of wool.
"It's so good to see you again!" said Norman, "I'll bet you could do with a drink! We've whisky, wine, beer or whatever else you'd fancy?"
"I'd love a beer please." I said, and he went back in the living room to get one.
"Come on through!" beckoned Judith, "Take a seat and tell us what you've been up to. I especially want to hear all about your girlfriends!"
"Oh let the poor boy relax a bit first!" chided Norman, "Here, get that inside you!" and he handed me a pint glass with the half-full can to top it up when the froth died down.
We chatted for a bit, getting through the basics of what, where and when, for me and my folks and for them and their daughters - who were now both in their mid 20's having graduated a couple of years ago. Then Judith invited us through into their dining room where she'd laid on a salad with pork pie and ham - just like in the olden days!
While we chatted I'd obviously been taking her body in, with the new fullness of her breasts looking really arousing in that tight lemon cardigan - and me wondering if she had anything else on apart from her bra. I kept waiting for that little peak of pink between the buttons as she moved, but so far no answer. Her chatty giggles were just as they had been before, as were her little asides about how nice it was to have another man about the house.
During the meal we'd got through a bottle of white wine, and when Judith went to get the cheese and biscuits, Norman brought through the port decanter.
"Well you can't have cheese without port, now can you?" he smiled knowingly. The conversations continued over the cheese, remembering the times we'd been together and the various holidays and family events with grandparents no longer with us.
Finally we'd eaten our fill - and drunk a fair bit of the port decanter too. They could certainly drink, these two!
"Come on, let's sit down now," said Judith, "and we can look through some of our old photographs. I know where the albums are, so you just sit on the sofa Andrew, and I'll come and sit next to you. It must be my lucky night!" she giggled.
So I sat down in the sofa on the far side of the fireplace, with Norman opposite in his easy chair. Then Judith came over with two well-used photo albums, and sat down and squeezed up close to me, rubbing her shoulder and hips against mine.
"Ooh this is just the right place to sit, so nice and close!" she smiled, wriggling her hips against me.
"You won't remember, but there was a time your mum used to let me bath you, you know!" she smiled, "and I've got a photo of you somewhere to prove it!"
Maybe this was one of my vague memories, as she flicked through the album to find it. She moved her leg tight against mine, so she was certainly making her presence felt, then the opened the album to spread across her legs and mine.
"Look, here you are!" she smiled, pointing at the little black and white photo, then looking round at me, "And you can see your little winkle there too, can't you?" she giggled, "Look!" Sure enough there I was in the bath - it was the kind of photo that I guess everyone has - but not with their Aunt sitting right next to them, gloating about washing you.
"I used to have such fun at bath times!" she went on, "and you just loved it when I started soaping you between your legs, you know! You used to smile up at me and open your legs wide apart - I can still remember the feel of you now, as your little winkle grew hard in my fingers. But of course it will be a lot bigger now, won't it - you're a grown man after all!" She paused for a second, "And I'm sure it would get bigger still if I was bathing you again now, wouldn't it!" she giggled again, pushing her elbow into me with a firm nudge.
"Well, Aunt, it has been a long time since then - and I guess we've all grown up a bit!" I said, trying to counter her forwardness.
"Oh, less of the 'Aunt' - it's Judith now you're grown up!" she replied, "And talking of grown up, I bet you're a good size, aren't you. Probably bigger than Norm, I should think, judging by the size of your feet! And he still likes me to bath him, don't you love? Makes him as stiff as a board when I give him a good soaping!"
Suddenly the conversation was going places I couldn't believe. What was Judith trying to do?
"Well Judith, you do have a very nice way of washing me, that's for sure!" smiled Norman, in a relaxed way, as if talking about their private sexual intimacies was something I wanted to hear.
"But I'm sure Andrew doesn't want to hear all about what we get up to, do you - even if you would like to stroke his cock again! Another glass of port?"
So I quickly said 'yes' to the port, and noticed Judith holding her glass out for a top-up too, which Norman filled back to the brim.
We flicked through the rest of the pages, with no more innuendoes, then she put the album on the table, swapping it for the newer one.
These showed various family events - including Caroline and Mary in bikinis on a beach. Suddenly my interest picked up: they had clearly grown into two very attractive young women.
"Should I show him our special ones do you think Norm?" asked Judith, looking over at Norman and winking at him, as we neared the end of the album.
"Well I'm sure he's seen a nudist beach before - if those are the photos you mean - haven't you?" he asked, looking at me.
"I guess I've been on a couple, yes." I replied, "On holiday in France."
"Well here we are when we went to a nudist beach in the south-west of France!" Judith smiled, as she turned the page. "It was only about 5 years ago I think, and we did have such fun! I do hope you like seeing me - it's a bit like me seeing you in the bath!"
And there, to my amazement, was a whole series of photos of the entire family stark naked on the beach.
There was Judith, sitting back with her arms behind her and knees coyly together, smiling as she showed off her full sagging breasts. They were certainly much bigger than I remembered, and so sexy as she pouted to the camera. Then Caroline and Mary - then in their mid twenties - happily showing off their young bodies as they played some kind of badminton. They'd partially shaved their pubes, and I felt my eyes focusing on the details in the photographs. And there was even a picture of Norman, with his uncircumcised cock hanging clearly for the camera to see. My eyes flitted over the page, taking in these amazing sights, and not knowing quite what to say.
"My, I can see you do like these photos, don't you Andrew!" smiled Judith, "And you can see the size of Norm, can't you? His quite well hung, but of course he gets a lot bigger when he's aroused!" and she stuck her tongue out a little, winking at me as she spoke.
Norman just smiled across at us both. "You do like showing those photos off, don't you love? - Well let him see over the page too!"
So Judith leaned closer against me and her hand rested on my thigh before she turned the page over. This time there was a group shot of all of them, some more of the girls playing, one of Norman sitting down - but then my jaw must have dropped when I saw the two photos of Judith on the right hand page. In both she was sitting back, naked apart from a yellow cardigan draped round her shoulders. One photo showed her pulling the two sides of her cardigan together, stretching the wool tight over her breasts, clearly showing her nipples pressing forward through the wool, and her knees neatly together. The other one was just so amazing I couldn't help but stare at it. Judith was sitting back with her hands behind her, the yellow wool now hanging loose and framing her gorgeous breasts, with her legs wide apart, revealing her shaved cunt, complete with all her intimate folds showing clearly in the sunshine.
