It was ladies day at the Tennis Club, and I always enjoyed that, apart from keeping my body in good shape it was also the perfect time to catch up on all the news and gossip. I invariably met up with a group of three friends from my School days and we'd have a couple of doubles games, then move to the bar for the really important part of the afternoon, finding out who was doing who and where! I never ceased to be amazed at how many husbands or wives were playing around, and at times felt quite jealous, my life - though happy - seemed terribly boring and conservative by comparison.
Even the parties my husband and I attended never seemed to have the erotic and sexy goings on that other parties seemed to have. My friends would teasingly tell me I was so straight laced I wouldn't know another man's cock if it was right under my nose! that usually had the table doubled over in laughter, and I was usually the one laughing loudest, but sometimes, just sometimes, it hurt a little to be perceived as so uncool and old fashioned.
This particular day was no exception, especially when they all clamored to know who the gorgeous hunk was that had dropped me off at the club, as it certainly wasn't Charles, my husband. I tried to play all mysterious, just to get them all going and make them think I'd suddenly become as hip and with it as them, but eventually had to admit that it was my young nephew that was visiting for a few weeks. Although that drew hoots of laughter, it also drew a string of saucy remarks about how could I stand being in the same house as a hunk like that and not do something about it, or had I seen him naked and was he hung. I found myself getting redder and redder, and was actually glad when I saw Jimmy pull up in the car park to pick me up, and made some quick good byes and fled - to the accompaniment of a few more ribald comments.
Needless to say I was a bit flushed and flustered when I got into the car and greeted my nephew, and thanked him for picking me up. Partly from what the others had been yelling after me - god I hope he didn't hear them! - and partly because the comments had in fact made me acutely conscious of just what a gorgeous hunk my nephew had turned into since I last saw him a few years ago. I was surprised and a little shocked at the heat that was suddenly flowing through me as I looked at him from the corner of my eye, especially when I noticed that periodically his eyes would leave the road and dart over to look at me. I tried desperately to stare straight ahead as I answered his questions about the club and the friends I met for my weekly tennis outing, but occasionally I would have to turn my head and look at him, and on one of those occasions I realized that his glances were not directed at me generally but at my breasts specifically.
I quickly glanced down and almost gasped aloud as the flush of embarrassment raced through me. After the game of tennis I always took a quick shower before joining the others for drinks, and I always took a T shirt with me to replace the sweaty tennis blouse, but what I'd forgotten was that I also left off the sports bra that I used for the games, so the seat belt was cutting between my breasts and molding my T shirt to them, outlining them totally. But what was even worse was that the chat with the girls in the bar, and my subsequent realization of what a hunk my nephew had become, had caused my nipples to swell and stiffen and they were now jutting out almost, bursting through my T Shirt, and that's what was taking his eye!
I was mortified, but there was absolutely nothing I could do that wouldn't emphasize the situation even more, so I just turned my head and stared out of the side window, trying to ignore the fact that he was just a few feet away and in all probability staring at my breasts even more now I was turned away and it seemed safe to ogle. Oh god, that thought made it even worse, a part of me was actually feeling flattered that a teenager would still see me as an attractive woman, and maybe it was that part of me that started to take over, because I found my hands moving to tug down the hem of my T shirt, tightening it even more across my breasts and making my nipples stand out even more. A shiver ran through me and I groaned inwardly, god, I was behaving like a horny teenager instead of a respectable married woman! Then the irony of the situation hit me and I chuckled out loud, gosh if my friends could only see me now, preening and playing up to my hunk of a nephew, wouldn't they be surprised, bet they wouldn't call me dull and conservative then!
"What's so funny aunty Rachel?" asked Jimmy
"Oh, nothing, just remembering something the girls said" I replied, and grinned widely, oh yes, this would show them, I thought, and turned and looked quite boldly at Jimmy, "Hey, you've really grown up these last few years" I said, "All my friends at the club thought you were a total hunk and wanted to know how come I was lucky enough to pick you up and where, cause they'd like to go there too!"
It was Jimmy's turn to blush furiously and stare straight ahead. Not daring to look at me, and I noticed his hands shaking a little as he gripped the wheel, he gulped, "And what did you say?"
I laughed, "Oh I told them you were my new fancy man and we were rushing home to make mad passionate love!"
He convulsed as if I'd stabbed him with a red hot poker and almost ran the car off the road!, "You didn't" he gasped.
I laughed even more, "Of course not, I told them you were my gorgeous nephew, and how could they even dream that someone that good looking would be interested in an old hag like me"
I saw him go bright red again, and swallow as if his throat was suddenly dry, "You're not old, and you're certainly not a hag, you're beautiful" he squawked.
I immediately felt the color rise in my face, this time from the pleasure and delight his words brought to me, and I subconsciously shifted in my seat, throwing my breasts into even greater prominence, "Why thank you Jimmy, that's the most beautiful compliment anyone's ever paid me" I said.
He gulped again, "I mean it, it's true" he stammered.
