I am telling this many years after anyone who it would concern have long since passed away.
When I was a young man of 8-10 years old my uncle married a very lovely woman named Linda. They were both very good to me. I would golf or caddy for my uncle and Linda (who I will just call Linda, rather than Aunt Linda) always seemed to be watching me.
Let me state clearly that nothing occurred till well after I was 18.
When I was in high school, Linda would say to my Mom "that boy is almost to pretty" or "what a charmer he is."
I cannot remember the reason, a snow day, I think, that Linda picked me up from high school. When I got in the car she told me as she always did how handsome I was and how many girl friends did I have. I was a bit shy back then and usually just laughed it off.
A few weeks followed and the snow melted and my Uncle had gone off to play golf and he and his buddies planned 36-hole day.
Linda had asked if she could borrow my car and I drove it over to her hose. When I arrived she was still in her PJ's and a robe. She asked if I could wait while she dressed and that was no problem. Linda was a trim, medium blond woman with nice curves. I was no real judge of size back then. I just knew that she was so very pretty.
She went to the bedroom to change, talking to me all the while. She left the door open so we could talk. As she moved about the room I often could not hear her clearly. I moved closer to the door and was able to look into the dresser mirror and actually see her while we talked.
Being 18 and very curious (I was still a virgin) I did not move away. I kept looking, hoping for a peak at some mature flesh.
Linda was talking about nothing and had her back to me as she slipped out of the robe and unbuttoned the PJ top. As she slipped out of the top I must have made a noise as she looked into the mirror and saw me. She hesitated a second and then resumed undressing. Both tits were out and her nipples hard as diamonds. She looked me in the reflect6ion of my eye and just smiled.
It was OK for me to be there.
Linda bent and removed the PJ bottoms and then stood with her hands at her side and looked in the mirror at me again. I had stepped into the doorway at this point.
Linda was about 5 feet 2 inches and just a lovely slim woman. Nearly 40 and a real classy lady.
I was about to bolt when she smiled and turned to face me and softly said, "don't be afraid, this is all OK".
My heart was hammering. Thundering to be truthful.
Linda walked to me and hugged me and told me to relax. I could hardly talk and I could not walk at this time without damaging my cock. I stayed still and she pulled back, looked me in the eyes and kissed me gently on my lips.
My heart smile back and I began to relax. Linda took my hand and led me to the sofa and sat me down. She sat down beside me and began to talk to me as though we were old lovers. Linda told me about how she had wanted me for years and that was a bit disappointed that I never showed much interest.
I finally told Linda that I thought she was beyond my reach, being married to my uncle. She chuckled softly and touched my face and smiled at me and my heart melted.
We talked of my inexperience and my desire to touch her and understand what life was about.