Those glorious endless summer days, staying at my aunt's house out in the woods. She lived there alone and it was always such a sanctuary of blissful peace and calm. I so loved to be surrounded by nature and live the torpor of those lazy summer days. As the long hot days went on, we grew more and more relaxed together - she would be in her loose summer dresses and me in a t-shirt and shorts. We used to picnic down by the pond and laze around there - and yes I delighted in watching her bend over to get out the plates and food - was it my imagination or was she bending particularly low when in front of me?
I found myself straining to catch a glimpse as her firm, bra-free breasts swung to and fro under the thin cotton, rewarded by the occasional flash of a delightful pink nipple bouncing around so joyfully in there...
I tried not to stare but I know at times she must have caught me - and her smiling eyes told me she knew she had.
Then, came that afternoon we'd decided to go for a swim - she went in to change into her swimsuit and I followed a few minutes later. On the way to my room, I passed her bedroom and realised that she'd left the door slightly ajar. Young and inquisitive, I couldn't help but stop and sneak a quick peek through the gap...
There she was, with her back to me, peeling down her panties, with her big round ass and its lovely divide coming into full view. As she bent to lift them off from around her feet I couldn't believe the dark hairy tuft that sprang into view between her parted thighs. I stood stock still just watching, my young cock automatically springing to attention and pushing out the front of my shorts. As I glanced to the side I then realised that her dressing mirror was giving the perfect angle for a full view of her front, those pink tipped breasts standing out and that dark hair nestling between her thighs...
I stood and stared, hardly daring to breathe lest I broke the spell, but then suddenly realised she was staring back at me in the mirror, a big wide smile on her face as she laughed at my being so caught. I flushed so red with embarrassment and didn't know where to look as she turned around to face me... 'well you'd better help me get this swimsuit on then'...
I slowly walked into the bedroom, not knowing where to look as she bent to step into her swimsuit. She was so relaxed and in control as she pulled it up over her legs and then her ass. Motioning to me she indicated I should pull up the shoulder straps. With shaking hands, I reached round from behind her and pulled up first one and then the other...
I could tell I hadn't done it quite right, her pale-skinned breasts seemed to be spilling out the sides... 'I'm sure you can do better than that' she smiled - adjust those cups for me will you? Nervously I reached round and tried to lift a cup forwards and free, to reposition it around her breast. Feeling the soft weight of that soft breast pull forward was the most amazing sensation, but as the lycra sprang back I realised it still wasn't sitting right.
Feigning exasperation at my innocent ignorance, she scolded 'No, you have to lift the breast into the cup'... My hot hand was shaking as I cupped that soft warmth in my hand and lifted it clumsily into its nest in the lycra, dying inside from the feel of her stiff nipple between my fingers.
'That's better, now the other side' Emboldened this time, I pulled the stretchy material out and repeated the manoeuvre, so they sat, snug as big pears, in their colourful lycra holders. I realised too late though that I'd moved in very close and, as I turned, the bulge in my shorts brushed firmly against her butt - did I hear her gasp?
She turned her head and smiled at me over her shoulder... 'Aren't you going to put your swim shorts on then'? I walked crab-like out of the room, trying in vain to hide my raging young erection... and was mortified to find she had followed me through and now stood in my bedroom doorway, watching me with a big smile on her face... 'Don't mind me, but hurry up now'...'
I was so cornered - she leant casually against the bedroom doorpost, her curves filling that blue swimsuit so delightfully as her eyes lazily looked me up and down, examining me as if I was a prisoner she was deciding what to do with...
'Well then, aren't you going to get changed too?'
Not daring to look at her, I bent awkwardly and picked up my swim shorts to put them on the bed next to me. My hands reached down to my waistband and undid the button then pulled down the zip. My shorts dropped to the floor, pooling around my feet, with now no hiding place for the stiffness that was poking out so brazenly through my boxers.
'Well, you can't go swimming in them now, can you?' I knew there was nothing for it but to peel down my boxers. Freed from its elastic confines, my sappy young cock sprang out to stand straight out and quivering, pulsing and twitching in her full direct gaze...