After the telephone company repair man left that day, Aunt Diane and I sat down together and agreed to never tell anyone what had happened between us. I was clearly upset that we were interrupted and anxious to continue our romantic encounter, but Aunt Diane said, "Maybe you should go, so I can clear my head. I really need to think about what just happened. Please don't be upset, it's not your fault." Reluctantly, I agreed to give my aunt some space and we hugged goodbye. Feeling her huge breasts press against my stomach was causing my cock to stir again, but this was definitely not the time to make another move, so I kissed her on the cheek and left.
After a couple of days of almost no contact with Aunt Diane, I returned to the city where I lived with my parents. Although only about an hour's drive away, the city was very different from the slow, quiet town my aunt lives in. I soon got busy preparing for my first semester of college, hanging out with friends, and chasing girls my own age. Aunt Diane was never completely off of my mind, though, and I really hoped our incident wouldn't change our relationship forever. About a month later, one week before I was scheduled to begin classes at the local university, I got a call from Aunt Diane. I was afraid there would be some tension or awkwardness between us, but she acted as though nothing had happened, and was her usual silly, flirtatious self on the phone. She said that they were planning another trip to the river and that I should join them one last time, before I got too busy with school. "Sounds like a plan to me", I told her and a couple of days later I was off to the country again.
On the drive to see Aunt Diane, my mind was working on overdrive. What was it going to be like around her now? Did she, god forbid, tell Uncle Tim? Who all was going to be at the river? All my concerns soon gave way to more pleasant thoughts, as I started to picture Aunt Diane in her bikini again. No matter what else happened, at least I was going to get to see those magnificent breasts, trying to bust out of her bathing suit.
It was mid-morning when I pulled up at my Aunt's house. Oddly, only her car was parked outside. It was a little strange that we were going to the river during the week like this, usually we went on the weekend, but in my nervousness and excitement on the phone with Aunt Diane, I never thought to ask why. I knocked on the door and heard Aunt Diane's voice from the back of the house yell, "It's open." When I walked in, I noticed her ice chest and chairs were stacked by the door, so I went ahead and loaded them into my truck.
I came back in at the same time Aunt Diane was coming out of her room. She gave me a big hug and said," I'm so excited about our trip today. I think I got everything we need." Feeling those huge breasts of hers smash against me already had my heart racing. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but I could see the strings of a bikini around her neck. I didn't think it was her normal swimsuit, but couldn't really tell with her shirt on, and didn't really think twice about it. I was going to get to see her in a bathing suit, didn't matter which.
"Who all's coming?" I asked.
"Looks like it's just me and you today stud" she answered.
I could barely contain my excitement upon hearing this. Although I had been to the river countless times with Aunt Diane, we had never gone just the two of us. My mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen between us with so little clothes on, and my dick started to grow with excitement. She must have noticed my reaction, because she said, "Don't look so surprised. Are you scared to spend a day with just your old Auntie?"
"Scared is definitely not the word" I replied.
Aunt Diane laughed and said, "Good, let's get going. I wanna go catch some of these good rays in my new bikini." I followed her out of the house with my tongue hanging out.
The ride to the river was pretty uneventful. We stopped at our usual gas station to pick up some drinks and then headed to a secluded sand bar on the river. At one point during the ride, Aunt Diane said, "Thanks again for coming with me today. There are probably a million other things a young man like your self could be up to on a beautiful summer day like this."
"You don't have to thank me. We're gonna have a blast" I answered, trying to hide my giddiness at spending a day alone with my aunt in a new bikini. She patted my thigh and left her hand there for a minute. I wondered if she noticed the bulge she was causing in my shorts, but I kept my eyes on the road.
When we turned off the blacktop, and started making our way through the woods, towards our favorite sand bar, Aunt Diane said, "Let's go to that other spot, further down. It's quieter there." Usually, I prefer to go to the bigger sand bar up river, because you see more canoeists, but even more privacy with my hot aunt in a bikini sounded good to me.
