Claire
It was the long hot summer of '76 when I travelled from my home in Jersey, Channel Islands to England to study engineering at the University of Exeter. Arrangements had been made for me to stay with my Aunt Claire who owned a house on Western way.
My only recollections of Aunt Claire were of a small timid woman, and sure enough the woman who opened the door was a petite 46 year old, dark hair a little above the shoulder.
"Hello Mike, come in dear."
"Hi, Aunty Claire."
I gave her a hug which I noticed she felt a little uncomfortable with.
"Let me show you to your room, the bathroom is right opposite, you can put your things down and freshen up, I've made some dinner when you've settled."
"Thanks Aunty Claire it's been quite a journey and I am hungry."
"Just ask if you need anything I promised your Father I would take good care of you."
It was a large south facing bedroom with high ceilings a fitted wardrobe, small chest of draws, bedside table and lamp but best of all a double bed, the window overlooked the back garden largely laid to lawn with flowerbeds either side, and a vegetable patch at the bottom. Except for holidays this was going to be home for the next 3 years.
She served a casserole with bread it was delicious, we chattered for a while, she asked how the family was and about my course, she had quite a pretty face and a good complexion, but mostly I noticed how frumpily she dressed.
"Aunty Claire, do you mind if get some sleep It's been a tiring trip."
"No dear, you go right ahead."
Aunt Claire was Dads step sister and 5 years younger, she had a rough ride from Dad's grandparents and Dad had always felt protective of her. She had married Bill at 20 and divorced the brute at 40 after he'd given her a particularly bad beating putting her in hospital. My Father had come over and sorted Bill out telling him to get out of the house. Dad and Aunt Claire saw a lawyer to serve Bill the papers and she was awarded the house. She worked 4 mornings a week doing book keeping, typing and running the office for Mr Baines a builder who employed 5 tradesmen. Dad had insisted the money that would have been used for my board and lodgings be paid into Aunt Claire's bank account.
Over the next couple of weeks we settled into an easy routine and developed a genuine liking for each other, she had a good sense of humour once you got to know her and a smile that lit up her face; I made a point of giving her a gentle hug every evening when I got back home and she warmed to me.
I came home early one hot day and went to my room to change, I saw Aunt Claire sunbathing on her back, there was a bottle of lotion next to her head, and a towel covering her face, AND she was wearing a bikini! Transfixed I took a long look at her body, she was slim and had a cute figure, small waist, curvy hips and as I later found out a 32B bust, she looked good.
Going quietly down to the kitchen and out into the garden I said;
"Hi Aunty Claire, nice day to get a tan."
She quickly flipped herself over on to her stomach.
"Oh hello dear, I wasn't expecting you home so early."
Sitting beside her I said.
"I've only come back for a change of clothes then I'm back to town: here let me put some oil on you back you don't want to burn do you?"
"err no dear."
Slowly massaging oil on her back I noted how soft and smooth her skin was, not at all rough or wrinkly; Aunt Claire had a fabulous body for a woman of 46.
"There, that's you done; I'll see you tonight, bye."
"Thank you dear, bye."
I couldn't get Aunt Claire's body and how her skin felt to my touch out of my head, I hadn't had sex since Mandy had dumped me for leaving her to come to Exeter and I was getting a hard on thinking about my Aunt.
That night I wanked myself stupid to visions of Aunt Claire.
The weather forecast was for another heatwave.
Saturday morning Aunt Claire prepared scrambled eggs for breakfast.
"I thought I'd help you in the garden today, I can trim the hedges and weed the beds whilst you concentrate on the veg patch."
"That'd be very helpful dear; you're such a sweetheart."
By 1pm I was bagging the last of the trimmings, I said I was going to change then sunbathe. I quickly washed the garden grime off, then put my speedos on, grabbing a towel and the coconut oil from the bathroom, I went to lie on the grass; Aunt Claire was just finishing in the veg patch.
"Come and join me Aunty Claire we can chat as we tan."
"I don't think so dear."
"Why not?"
"I'm too self-conscious."
"How come?"
"Bill always said I had the shape of a girl not a woman's body, he made me ashamed of my body."
"Bill was a spiteful bully who didn't deserve a woman like you: You've got a great body, half the women in the country would kill for a figure like yours."
"Oh Mike you say the nicest things."
"Just telling the truth Aunty Claire."
She disappeared into the house; 20 minutes later I smiled as she put her towel next to mine wearing the same bikini as before, she oiled her front and lay on her back. 40 minutes later she turned over arced her back and muttered "oogh."
"Did you strain you back working Aunty Claire?"
"Yes dear, and my shoulders."
"I'll rub some oil on you and kill two birds with one stone,"
"Only if you want to dear."
Kneeling astride Aunt Claire's thighs I gently applied liberal amounts of oil all over her back.
"I can feel where your muscles have knotted up. I'll unhook your top so it doesn't get in the way: don't worry I'll fasten you up when I'm finished."