My Aunt JoAnne was almost 25 years older than me, at 53. She and my uncle had divorced five years earlier and she still didn't have a lot of money. To take a vacation, she would normally go to visit family so she wouldn't have to pay for a hotel. I had moved to a little house by the beach 6 months ago and she had called one month later, asking if she could come visit that summer.
I picked her up at the airport Saturday morning. She looked a little tired from the five hour flight.
"You look beat," I said as we hugged. I had first noticed her breasts when I was 12 and she hugged me. She was easily a full D cup, but she was so conservative! She always wore heavily padded bras so her nipples wouldn't show through and I had never seen the barest hint of cleavage. But those hugs! You could feel she was still firm and I would always let my hand drift down to just above her butt, letting it linger there and looking her in the eye when I pulled away.
This time I didn't pull away, but moved my hand around to her hip while I stayed close enough that my chest was lightly touching her breasts. She looked upset.
"They lost my bag," she said.
"What?"
"My bag didn't come up on the luggage carousel and I went to customer service. They're looking for it now, but it'll probably be at least a day."
"Okay, well, we can go pick up a few things to get you through to tomorrow."
I slid my hand from her hip around and under her shirt, bringing it to rest in the small of her back. She involuntarily arched her back, surprised at where I was touching her, her breasts pressing more firmly into my chest. She gave me a strange look that only confirmed no man had touched her in five years.
We got in my car and started toward the house, making small talk on the way. She talked about work and her most recent promotion, pausing more than once to yawn.She perked up more as we got close to the house. I had bought a little bungalow near the beach and I could tell she liked the location. We pulled into the driveway and she immediately went around back to check out the view.
"It's perfect! You're so lucky," she said.
I came up beside her, putting my hand in the small of her back again, this time on top of the sleeveless, button-down top she was wearing. I was trying to get a glimpse through the arm of her shirt, but there was nothing visible.
"Glad you like it. Want to spend a few hours out there while we wait?"
"I don't know. I'm tired and my suit was in my luggage."
"The woman I bought the house from left some clothes in one of the bedrooms. Let's take a look. You can always take a nap on the beach."
We went into the house and I showed her to the guest bedroom. There was a dresser on one side of the room and the house's previous owner hadn't taken the clothes with when she moved out. I hadn't yet gone through the dresser, so JoAnne and I opened the first drawer together.
I never met the previous owner, but understood from my realtor she had been a knockout. Her personal sense of style reflected someone confident with their sexuality and her clothing choices were clearly a bit more risque than what JoAnne was used to. The first thing she fished out was a pair of black thong panties, transparent in the front.
"Ummm, I don't think this will work," she said, looking uncomfortable.
I reached the bottom of the drawer and found a royal blue bikini. It had a bra-style top and a bottom that offered something approaching full coverage in the back. I held it out to her.
"How about this?"
She looked uncertain, biting her lower lip. "I've never worn a two-piece before..."
"Really? You know it's 2012 right?"
"It's not funny. I don't feel comfortable exposed like that. Everyone can see."
"Look, if we go about half-a-mile up the beach, there's a little lagoon and we'll be alone. You'd just be in front of me. This is no more revealing than a bra and panties. Just try it on."
She reluctantly agreed and went into the bathroom to change. I sat on the bed and waited ... and waited. Five minutes went by and I stood, walking to the bathroom door and tapping lightly.
"You okay in there?"
A pause. "Yeah. It's just ..."
She opened the door and stood in front of me, a towel wrapped around her. I could see the bikini's thin blue straps digging into her shoulders, obviously straining to support her.
"It doesn't quite fit."
"What do you mean? Can I see it?"
"Well, the top is a ... a C."
"And?"
"I'm a D, so it ... it covers everything but it shows a little more than I'd like. And I wasn't really thinking when I put on the bottoms."
I knew she wouldn't drop the towel on her own, so I stepped in close and put my hand on her hip, then ran it up her side to the top of the towel.
"I just want to see how it fits, okay?" I said softly, as I eased the towel from around her. She grabbed the ends of the towel and, after I'd opened it, held it on either side of her, giving me a private show of her in the bikini.
Her breasts were better than my wildest fantasy. Years of uber-supportive bras meant she was still firm and it was clear the underwire in the bikini top was fighting a losing battle to contain and support her. I couldn't see her nipples, but I knew they had to be just below the cusp of the bra. While her face was tanned, framed by her short blond hair, the rest of her body was pale, evidence of her conservative wardrobe. I realized I'd been staring straight at her tits for a good 30 seconds when she cleared her throat.
"Can I cover back up now?"
