She Wants Me

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All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older, and everything depicted is entirely fictional, created solely for entertainment purposes. It does not reflect or promote real-life actions. I am not a native English speaker, so please bear with me if you notice small mistakes. If you’re here for some hot, steamy content, then this story is for you.

 

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Chapter 1

I gawked when it came out onto the decking. I was sitting half-reclined on one of the loungers next to the pool. It was shady under the big parasol, but I still wore my sunglasses. And I was grateful to have them because at least they gave me some cover to mask my surprise and delight at seeing my ripe, voluptuous Aunt Amy in the two-piece swimsuit.

"I hope you don't mind," she said from behind her own huge sunglasses, "but it's too hot to wear much else."

I gulped down against the inappropriate urges rising inside me. "Why would I mind? It's your villa, Aunt Amy."

"I'm forty-two," my aunt replied through a grimace. "Things aren't as tight as they were. I'm worried you might not be comfortable with all this wobbly flesh."

The truth spilled from me before I knew I was going to say it. "You're joking," I gasped, "I think you're fantastic."

I think I caught a look of surprise flash across her face. I can't be sure, however, not with those big dark lenses covering almost half her face.

Nevertheless, my sense of Aunt Amy's surprise came through in her voice when she said, "Oh, thank you. That's nice to hear. Very encouraging."

My aunt settled onto the lounger alongside mine. She lay on her back, sighing as she adjusted the fit of her bikini briefs.

"God, this is so peaceful," Aunt Amy breathed.

"Thanks for letting me stay," I said.

Without looking at me, my aunt waved a hand in a gesture of dismissal. "Oh, don't be silly. The place is empty for at least three-quarters of the year. You know how busy I am with work. I hardly ever get the chance to enjoy this place. I wonder why I keep it on sometimes. But times like this..." My aunt paused and sighed again, a sound of contentment as, disconcerting for me, her boobs shivered and shook; she stretched and then rested her weight on a hip and an elbow. "You can stay here as long as you need to," Aunt Amy went on. "You've had a hard time. Why not stay here and hide out?"

"Thanks," I repeated.

"I just hope I'm not in your way. I thought perhaps ... You know," she added after the pause. "That you might be looking to move on after Gabrielle? Another pretty girl to help you with all that romantic pain and loss." My aunt chuckled, so she was teasing about the pain and loss. It would just be her way of jolting me out of any heartbreak I may be suffering.

"I'm pretty much past any pain and suffering," I said. "But I'm not looking for a replacement for her. Not yet."

My aunt nodded. "Wise," she said. "I wish I'd made better decisions. I wish I'd been wise. Four husbands," she told me, which wasn't news.

I shrugged and suggested, "Maybe you work too hard?"

Aunt Amy pulled a face. "That's part of it, I suppose," she breathed. "But I went for the older man when I was younger, and that went wrong. Then, as I've gotten older, my husbands have been younger in turn. I'll be dating a teenager next!"

I didn't have any reply to that, so I kept quiet. My aunt let out another satisfied sigh and eased onto her back, making the adjustments to her bikini again, my eyes sliding over her feminine shape and large breasts.

We lay there in silence for no more than a minute.

"You know what would be lovely?"

I turned my face to my aunt and asked, "What?"

"A large gin and tonic with lots of ice. And a ciggy," she added.

"I can get you the drink, but can't help with the cigarette."

"Would you, Carl? A large gin and tonic? Lots of ice?"

I was on my way to my feet as I said, "For sure. Anything, Aunt Amy. You've been kind enough to put me up for these past couple of weeks. I'll jump in the car and get down to the shop for cigarettes if you want, too."

"No-no," my aunt replied. She was back on her hip and elbow, dark lenses presented to me. "I think there might be an old packet in one of the kitchen drawers. Maybe have a look there, Carl."

Standing, looking down at my aunt's curves, I said, "I didn't know you smoked."

She pulled a face. "I don't. Not really. It's just an occasional thing." Aunt Amy gave a half-shrug, an action which set her boobs jiggling. "I feel decadent out here in the warm in the company of a gorgeous young man. A drink and a cigarette would be divine. Just to round it all off."

I walked over the decking towards the back of the villa. The pool filter hummed, clear water gurgling through the system, thoughts and impressions tumbling in my mind. I found the cigarettes and then poured my aunt a generous measure of gin over a fistful of ice. I splashed tonic into the mix, then took a San Miguel from the fridge. I had to make a return trip to fetch a lighter, and then sat down on my lounger, feet on the decking, my gaze sliding over Aunt Amy's substantial frontage. I watched her spark up and take a long drag on the cigarette. She grimaced and blew smoke from her nostrils in a vehement dragon's breath.

Chapter 2

My aunt held up the cigarette and gasped, "God, how old is this fucking thing? It tastes foul!"

I drained off the small bottle of beer and offered it to Aunt Amy as a receptacle. "Here," I said. "Put it in this."

"You're a sweetheart," Aunt Amy beamed. "You getting another beer?"

I nodded and rose to my feet, went to the kitchen, disposed of the bottle and barely diminished cigarette, grabbed a beer, and went back to decking. For the next fifteen minutes, as I took an occasional sip at the beer and Aunt Amy took delicate sips of her drink, we chatted about her disastrous marriages and nightmare relationships. I offered to make her a refill when Aunt Amy finished her glass.

"God, but you're lovely," she said through a grin. "I could get used to being waited on like this." My aunt held out her empty glass. "Might take a little dip," she added.

I saw her stand up and move to the pool before I went towards the villa. I heard my aunt gasp and squeak that the water was lovely. "So cool and refreshing!" she trilled.

My aunt was in the pool, water up to her neck, sunglasses still on, when I went back outside with another beer for myself and a replenished drink for her.

"Come in, Carl," she said as she moved to the edge of the pool. "It's divine," added Aunt Amy after she took her drink from my hand.

She sipped at the gin, sunglasses aimed at me, head tilted slightly towards one elbow, a position that gave me a disconcerting feeling she was looking right at me.

"You know what else would be fun?" Aunt Amy placed the glass several inches away from the edge of the pool. "Skinny dipping," she said when I asked what would be fun.

I felt fingers of excitement clench in that indefinable place seep below the pit of my stomach and, despite the cold logical notion she was my aunt - my father's sister - my cock thickened at the prospect of seeing her naked. It was a dark, clandestine sensation, slippery with a sense of the forbidden, the sly and furtive element to the idea adding a thrilling spice to the mix.

With the visceral tug of dark desires down in my core, I gulped out a halting, "What? Me and me? In the pool?"