My aunt was a very well known artist. Well known that is, amongst the elite members of the art world in both America, and Europe. It was she who actually raised me from the time I was only five years old. When I finally matured, it was she who taught me, first hand, about sex, and ultimately, how sex fit in with a full, and abundant life. "Sex, should never be something selfish." I overheard her saying many times as I was growing up.
To try to tell you, in this story, all of the things I learned about sex from her would be too much, so I thought I would tell you about the first time we had sex together and how my sexual education started.
Back when I was about twenty. I was in my first year of college in California and during the summer break I joined my aunt in Spain where she had rented a Villa near the Spanish Rivera. That year, it was just the two of us for most of the summer. She was working on some serious pieces and spent a lot of time locked in her small studio. We did have several visitors from time to time like art dealers, agents, and some of her friends but they didn't stay but a few days and then we would have the house to ourselves.
One afternoon I came back from the local village and found my aunt sitting out on the large, and very private patio that ran for most to the length of the rear of the house. The soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees that lined the patio, and a soft breeze sometimes swirled up from the hillside below, stirring the leaves before moving off somewhere to the east. She was seated in a wooden chair, completely nude, brushing her long black hair as I came on to the patio and greeted her.
At that time she was in her late forties but had the body of a much younger woman. She has a beautiful face that had a slight Mediterranean look to it. Her arms and legs were slim and graceful and in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. Her skin was lightly tanned. She had long, dark hair that reached down to the small of her back and her breasts were large and firm, with small nipples that always reminded me of small raspberries. When she was much younger, before she got recognized as an artist in the tough art world, she made her living posing for artists as a model.
The one dominating feature about my aunt was that she was extremely feminine. Even her slightest moves, or the way she would walk into a room, made men take notice, and, more often than not, other women slightly jealous.
As I was growing up nudity in our home was something that was very normal and as I got a little older I was surprised that everyone didn't live that way. I remember the first time I ever saw a photograph of a nude woman with a dark patch of pubic hair; I was fascinated. I had just assumed that all women looked like my aunt – clean-shaven.
That afternoon that I found her sitting on the patio I sensed that she had something on her mind, that she wanted to talk, but I was more interested in taking a swim in the small pool at one end of the patio. We chatted for a moment as I stripped out of the loose clothes and once nude, I went to the pool and dove in. After a few minutes my aunt came over and sat on the edge of the pool watching me as I swam.
After all these years I can still remember the look in her eyes. It was as if she was seeing me for the first time. Sitting by the edge of the pool her legs were spread apart and I saw a faint glimmer of light shining that shone off the moisture of her cunt lips. I remember passing it off as perspiration.
"Have you found any girls at college?" She asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Any you're serious about?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to admit to her that I was still shy around girls. That I felt self-conscious, and awkward around them. And the last thing I wanted to admit was that I was still a virgin.
"Are you getting any sex?" She asked as she brushed her hair off of her right breast and back over her shoulder.
"Some." I lied.
She just looked at me for a long moment. I knew that she didn't believe me. Then she asked, "Did we ever have one of those aunt-to-son talks about sex? It's probably overdue."
I shook my head no and dropped underwater to swim a few strokes. Hoping she would be gone when I re-surfaced. As I swam through the silent underwater world I thought about a girl I met at college that I had fantasized about every time I masturbated. When I surfaced she was still looking at me and I swam towards the edge of the pool where she was sitting. I had a very strong erection and was hoping that she couldn't see it under the water. Without thinking I swam up to the edge of the pool where she sat. It placed me so that my face was only a few feet from her naked pussy. "Well, maybe we should have one of those talks now." She said with a sexy smile. "It can't be that bad." She giggled softly, sensing my uneasiness.
"Being a great lover can be a blessing for some and a curse for others. Lots of men are OK at sex but very few are great lovers. Sex has always been a very important part of my life," she admitted, "and I've had many great lovers over the years." She looked at me with softness, "I feel that I need to teach you how to be a great lover."
I moved closer to the edge of the pool, and thus, closer to her body. The real reason I moved closer was to hide my stiff cock from her view.
"The first, and very important thing to learn is that a man must know every inch of a woman's body. Both the outside, and especially...the inside." She said as she leaned back on her elbows. As she did, it seemed to lift her pussy a little closer toward me. At this point I looked directly at her pussy, almost as if I was seeing it for the first time. The firm, puffy looking shape of her large lips held the much looser flesh of her smaller cunt lips so that they formed a jagged slit that ran up from where her rectum would be and ended at her hooded, yet protruding clitoris. The bony mound just above her clit rose and fell with her breathing and as she talked I could only concentrate on the beauty, and eroticism of her cunt.
It was then that I slowly came to realize that for most of my young life I had been sexually attracted to her beauty, femininity, and poise.
Suddenly, I don't really know why, I reached up and slowly began to caress her lips, and clit with my fingers. As I parted her lips a small flow of clear, smooth moisture ran down her lips, disappearing somewhere near her anus. She had stopped talking and with her eyes closed seemed to enjoy my touch. I played with her swollen clit and ran my fingers between her fleshy cunt lips. As my fingers ran through her moistness I felt the opening of her vagina.
I had a sudden urge to put my mouth on her pussy – to taste her – to take her clitoris into my mouth and to loose myself in the pure eroticism of her body. I pulled gently on her thighs and she seemed to know what I wanted and moved her cunt to the edge of the pool as I lowered my face down to her cunt and took her warm, red lips into mine. I only had a vague idea if what I was doing was right, but she was enjoying it so I continued. I let my tongue flick her clitoris before giving it firmer strokes, and then retreated to light flicks again. The taste of her was almost beyond description. It was delicate, erotic, lustful, and very human. It was simply, I learned many years later, the taste of a woman.
I lost track of time and after she had a strong orgasm she slipped into the pool with me and we swam together to the shallow end. I didn't know what to expect so I simply surrendered myself to her lead. Once in the shallow end she took my cock in her hands and began to slowly stroke the skin up and down the shaft. I was quickly loosing control and was very close to ejaculating in her hand. She sensed what was about to happen and she pressed one of her fingers into a spot behind my scrotum as she continued to stroke me and I could feel my approaching orgasm subside.
