I had dreamed about this for a long time. I remember the first time I saw this lady in a bikini. It was a light blue low side tiny bikini like was worn at that time (the mid nineteen - seventies). It gave me my first raging hard-on. As she sacheted across the room with those dazzling round moon cheeks bounced before my eyes. She was a beautiful woman and from that time on it would lead to an obsession that I had to have this woman. This woman was my Uncle's wife Ellie. She stands 5'3", has sandy brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, medium chest, nice ass, and beautiful skater's thighs. She has always had a preppy tone to her life Very family oriented and with the sweetest personality I have yet to find in a woman.
I remember as I got older and she aged that I was still very much attracted to her. The summer vacations that I would spend visiting were some of the best times of my life. There were those summer days when my Aunt and I would go fishing. I can recall, when I was thirteen, stealing glances at her in her modest two piece bathing suit. One of the most important summers in this relationship came when I was fifteen. My Uncle has always been very open about sex. He would leave Playboys lying all around his house. When he and Ellie were gone I would read them. First I thought about those nude playmates and reading the forum stories out of Penthouse. Then with Ellie being so near my thoughts and attention would be focused on her. At that age I would go crazy and have to jack off whenever I could. Blowing wad after wad into tissue paper and flushing it away. Now I wish Ellie had caught me, especially after reading some of these stories about guys that have been caught.
I always thought of my aunt and uncle having a perfect marriage, but Ellie had told me at one point that my Uncle would leave her if she didn't clean the house and get all of the chores done. She enhanced him as a man. She did everything for him and more than he could have ever asked for. I just blew that off and thought there was no way that my Uncle would leave this incredible woman. I remember hanging out with her at the beach, during that fifteenth summer, and checking her out in her modest black one-piece bathing suit. I really started to imagine her sexually. I really did not want to be the aggressor, but I knew that I really wanted to screw her brains out. I started masturbating thinking about different ways of how I could lay her. I was always too timid to do it -- What would people have thought if they found out?
Time passed on and on. I moved to the town where my Aunt and Uncle lived. I spent a lot of time with my Uncle Bob and Aunt Ellie. Ellie and I had many conversations, but I tried my best to hide my feelings for her. I knew that my uncle was screwing around on her with his secretary. There were many times that I wanted to tell her, but never could get the nerve. I really think that she knew about it anyway. There was many times that I could tell that she wasn't happy and I would have done anything to comfort her. But, with the inner demons that I had because of my love and lust for her I was too scared to get close.
We had always had encounters. I remember when I was 22 I was visiting their house and hanging out downstairs in the living room watching the television. After a hard week at school all I wanted to do was relax. It was on a Sunday at 1:00 p.m. right after church. I saw her walk by the window in an unbuttoned long sleeve shirt. It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. I wanted to see what she was doing so I got up off of the recliner and went and gazed out the window. She was facing away from me when she took the shirt off and set up the chaise lounge chair that she was going to lie on. I could see that she had on a beautiful baby blue bikini on. I decided to go upstairs and watched her out the back window so that I could have a better view.
That bikini seemed a little bit revealing that day. It gave me a big boner seeing her wearing that tiny bikini -- It looked like she was wearing my 16-year-old cousin's bikini. I wanted to go out there, but I just couldn't do it. She was still very good looking at age 44, but she was my Uncle's wife and man if it ever came out that I loved her I would have been ruined. I began to wonder if she was giving me a little show. She knew I was there. Did she want me to come outside and keep her company? I had to get away from that window before she caught me ogling her. I remember, about an hour later, her coming to the door and asking me over to dinner that night. Was this a sign or just a regular invitation?
We always did have a special relationship. It always seemed that she tried to break down my walls, but I never expected that it was anything other than sympathy for my plight. She had to have known about my infatuation with her. I couldn't be the aggressor and she didn't seem like she would throw herself at me. What could she have ever gained by doing that? Nothing ever did come of that day, but as the days have run along things have changed in very drastic ways.
Eleven years have passed since that day in the sun -- the day I should have had some sun. First off, my Uncle screwed up and did divorce Ellie. I also moved back home after college. A lot more than that has happened, but those are other stories that may or may not ever be divulged. I only get to see Ellie about four times a year now, but I am still hungry for her. I had never had the right time or place to approach this, but I planned on changing that. I decided that I needed a vacation and made all the arrangements to go back to town. This time was going to be different. Ellie might be 55, but I still wanted her. One way or another that pelt was going to be mine.
I had devised my scheme for my night of erotic pleasure. I called her up. "Hello Ellie," I said nervously, "This is James. I'll be in town tomorrow and I thought I'd come by for a visit, that is if you aren't doing anything."
"Okay James that would be great, what time do you think you will get here?" Ellie seemed so happy to say.
"Oh about five o'clock is when I should arrive. I don't want to get up too early. This is the beginning of my vacation."
"Well I'm looking forward to seeing you. It's been almost a tear since I last saw you. I hope you'll fill me in on how everyone is doing when you get here tomorrow. I've missed y'all so much."
I made sure to have the car completely clean and I dressed in reserved, but nice, clothes. When I arrived, she answered the door wearing the clothes that she had worn to work that day -- she is a schoolteacher. It was a white dress with a flower pattern. We gave each other a big hug her and then we sat and chatted about the family for a while.
At 6:30pm I was getting very hungry, "Ellie would like to go out and get a bite to eat my treat. I'd like to go to Sullivan's."
It is a nice bistro down along the waterfront. It is always very busy and you can see ships and boats passing by coming and going toward the ocean.
"James, I've never been there," she stated almost giddily.
I knew at this point that the door was opening to all my dreams if I would just follow through. And this time I would. I looked at her as if she were something in my life that had to be conquered.
When we arrived at the restaurant I asked for a table for two. They weren't terribly busy and that was fine by me. We were seated immediately and the waiter brought us some menus and asked if we would like anything to drink.
"Ellie would you care for some wine." I enthusiastically inquired, "I know I'd like a glass after that trip."
"Sure it's Friday night, I don't have to work tomorrow, that would be great."
She seemed very happy to get out on the town and let her hair down -- hopefully that would not be all that she would let down. I made some suggestions about what she should try and I ordered an appropriate bottle of wine. We sat and chatted about small talk, such as family and careers. We slowly finished our food and the bottle of wine and then we ordered some dessert and some espressos.
I really had a good buzz going and I was about ready to go for the kill. "Ellie, would you like to go down the street and check out some of the bars? I haven't been down here in a while and I'd like to see what is going on down here these days."
"OK, sure," she smiled, "If you don't mind an old lady like me tagging along with a cute guy like you. You aren't going to be able to pick up any women with me hanging around."
I coyly stated, "Ellie, you don't look too old to me. Why would you say such a thing? You should know by now that you are only as old as you feel. Lets just go have some fun"
So we went down the street to a very crowded club that had a seventies retro rock band playing. It was packed and we stood at the bar and had a few beers. The area around the bar was so crowded that I had to stand behind her and I used this as an excuse to grind my dick into her ass.
"Oops, God this place is packed," I said as I raised my hands so people could slide by. Once again rubbing my semi-hard bone against her luxurious ass.
I could read her lips as she said, "That's alright."
It was so loud we really couldn't hear one another. At first I had a woody and then I started to get a hard on. I kept finding reasons to talk about the band in her ear - making sure to almost blow a little as I spoke. She seemed to be almost shivering as I stood in the packed bar rubbing against her hot ass. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but was scared to do so in such a public spot.
"Ellie," I whispered in her ear over the crowd, "I may need to stay at your place tonight. It's getting late and I've got a pretty good buzz going."
"Okay James, You know you can stay at my place anytime you want."
"Well," I asked her, "would you like to go or would you like to stay a little longer."
She looked me in the eyes almost knowingly telling me "Yeah, I'm a little tired. I'd like to go home and put my feet up."
As we got into the car all I could think about was that the second part of the plan had come off without a hitch. All I wanted to do was get her alone in that house without anyone else around and follow through on my fantasy. I drove us to what I hoped would be our love nest. There seemed to be a sexual charge in the car.
As I was cruising back to the house, Ellie seemed to have a good buzz on and she kept staring at me. She seemed to be relaxing during the 10-minute ride. She leaned forward and gave me peck on the cheek and said, "thank you, that was the best night out I have had in a long time."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it." I said as affirmed the point, "I've wanted to take you out for a long time, but the timing was never right."
