I was born in the US, moved to a country in the middle east where my family is from for several years before graduating high school and moving back. That time was a blast in more ways than one. This story is my 1st and will be about my conservative aunt and the experiences I had with her. The middle east, as you know, isn't super open and liberal (though in many places its becoming that way). But what people don't know is that the sexual repression often imbues normal situations with highly erotic tension.. This ultimately contributes to sexual progression and escalation of an otherwise harmless and innocent relationship. Chapter 1 is an overview of that.
I'm a 6'1 tall guy and I've always been tall. Around the time this story took place, I'd began to put on muscle.Pecs and biceps came easy and I'd been working on the abs as well. My mother's sisters don't look anything like my mother, who is a blonde. Not bad looking at all, but her sisters are tan-skinned with dark hair. One of her sisters caught my eye. She had to be early 30s, was considerably shorter than me, with her head at the level of my chest. We'll call her Rima.
She has wavy dark hair, a mouth and lips that sexily jut out like that of ebony pornstar vanessa blue, but with tan Mediterranean skin. I'd find out later that her tits were great, think Brittany White's but paler and a tad bit smaller. She dressed modestly and although I noticed her tits, the clothes downplayed them. Her ass, however,had always stood out and I later learned that it was the source of a lot of envy from other females in the family.
When she went out, she dressed in the hijab like many women in my family and the unflattering overcoat buttoned down.When I'd visit her house though--a small condo in a large building like many residences in the middle east--where she lived with her parents, brother, and sister, she wore pajamas that betrayed her efforts to conceal her developed body or sweat pants that clung and revealed her juicy ass, and a white v-neck t-shirt that revealed the shape of her tits with a light gold necklace around her neck that complemented her light caramel skin and drew your eyes to her chest.
She never worked out, but the way they lived their life there, you could get by without it. The condo she lived in was at the top floor of this massive building and you walked several sets of grueling stairs each time you left the house. The toilet they had was a traditional one that required you to squat over a hole in the ground. So lower body-wise, the ladies in my family were all well-developed, but rima was on another level completely.
