Last summer my mother had me get out of town until school started again in September. The problem was that a scandal erupted when the news hit the fan that I was fucking the female Dean of the Business School. Some snitch complained that I was getting good grades due my affair with her. I can't see what's wrong with consenting sex between adults. Well, there's a wee bit of a problem if the fuckee (Dean Thomas) is the wife of a prominent politician, and the fucker is one of her students.
Mom thought it best for me to get out of town for the summer and let things cool off before returning to school. She sounded out her youngest sister, Carla, about having me visit for the summer. Carla said it that she'd be happy to put me up at her place in Miami.
Carla's 35 and good looking woman. We get together as a family only at Christmas. That's a chaotic time because the extended family is so large. So I don't really know her well. She's always been friendly to me, but it's never been more than the typical relationship between an aunt and her nephew. Also, she's 15 years older than me - up to now we've not had much in common. It turned out last summer that we do have a lot in common - a need for sex and the urge to satisfy that need. No doubt about it, the best summer I've ever had!
When I got off the plane in Miami Carla was there to meet me. We kissed, as one usually does when meeting close family. Her lips tasted good to me - I'd never had that experience before with a female relative. That was my very first clue that it was going to be a fun summer. She was married once, to an asshole playboy. But he crashed his plane when coming back from seeing one of his many high-priced woman friends, leaving Carla with lots of cash. She's been single ever since. But I don't think she's lacked for men. She is attractive, rich, and available. She's had many love affairs; that's the family gossip - it might even be true.
We had dinner out that first night. Carla wore a very nice yellow dress that showed plenty of tanned skin and was cut low enough to get my attention. It was a very pleasant dinner. As we relaxed over dessert she asked about the "scandal" back home. I responded, "All I did was screw a lonely older woman. And the local papers made such a big deal about it."
"How much older was she?"
"Late thirties, just a bit older than you."
"Did you enjoy the affair with her?"
"Yes, and so did she. She said that I was the best lover she'd ever had. But who knows what she had to compare me with?"
She paused and changed the topic.
"I don't want you to tell people here that you're my nephew. Makes me seem like an old bag. Say that you're my cousin. Only my good friend Thelma knows that I have a nephew coming down. And she can keep her mouth shut. OK?"
"That's fine with me. Thanks for the dinner tonight,...cousin."
Lazy days in the sun went quickly. One thing that surprised (and delighted) me was the amount of bare skin that was visible in the Miami area, especially bare skin on attractive women. Carla turns out to be a sun worshiper. She has a private pool and patio at her place, and she spends a lot of time lying around with almost nothing on. That was I tremendous turnon for me. I jerked off thinking about her.
Then she really blew my mind; she took me to a nude beach. I'd never been in a public place before where everybody got naked. Holy shit - so many naked women lying around sunning themselves were almost more than I could handle! As for the men, it was amazing - almost none of the men seemed to have erections. Maybe they're just accustomed to nudity. Another thing that was obvious, when it came to the men - the old saying that all men are created equal is not true. I would describe most of the cocks as "average" in size, but there were some guys with really big dicks. I was embarrassed as could be the first time we went to the nude beach; I got an erection. There was no place to hide and I would've felt really stupid to put a towel over my groin. Carla didn't let on that she saw my erection, but she must have noticed. She just smiled at my obvious embarrassment. I thought I detected a special twinkle in her eye. I jacked off that night thinking about her and what I'd like to do to her.
With all the exposure to naked women at the beach, and to Carla at close quarters in her pool area, I had to masturbate frequently. I was sure that Carla noticed my erections and how relaxed I got after excusing myself to go to the bathroom for twenty minutes.But she said nothing, and I was too shy to make a move on her. She was driving me crazy, but I wasn't about to make the first move. Not with my aunt.
Everything changed that summer after we went to party at Sylvia's house. Sylvia is typical of women in that crowd, wealthy enough to not work and sexually active. In fact, I'd heard Carla describe Sylvia as, "that horny slut."
The party was quite elegant but casual, as befitted the tropical climate. There was a well-equipped bar, an outstanding buffet, and live music for dancing. Doors that led to an outdoor patio and pool were open, so that people could drift back and forth in a relaxed way. The women were impressively dressed. (I didn't pay any attention to the guys.) They were tanned and looked great in expensive dresses. Our hostess Sylvia (the "horny slut") impressed me very much. She looked superb in a long white dress which was cut low enough to show off her beautiful boobs. She turned out to be very easy to talk to. She asked what I studied at school, about my hobbies, and that sort of thing. Then she said, "Jonathon, you seem like a very nice young man. I'll bet you have many girlfriends."
I was embarrassed and managed to say, "not too many, just one recently. But that's over now."
"Too bad. I'm sure you'll have no problem finding another. Come out to the patio with me - it's quiet out there."
As we stepped out to the patio Sylvia held my hand. That felt really good. When the music wafted out to the patio she turned to me and said, "Jonathon, please dance with me." I'm not a good dancer, but dancing with her felt easy and natural. She held me close. I could feel her body right up against mine. One part of my body extended forward but that didn't seem to bother her at all. In fact, she held me even closer when she felt my cock pressing against her.
As hostess, Sylvia had to walk around the party and talk to guests. She held my hand as she walked around, in a very casual and natural way. I didn't know what the other guests thought about that, and I didn't give a shit. Carla saw what was happening and looked really pissed off, but she didn't make any kind of scene.
About midnight guests were starting to leave, and it looked like the band was about to pack up. "How about a last dance?", Sylvia asked. We were the only couple on the patio. As we drifted along, dancing to a romantic old tune, we were kissing and holding each other very tightly. She looked up and said, "I want you to stay with me tonight. I'll drive you back to Carla's in the morning."
"But, what will Carla ...," I stammered, not knowing what to say about her invitation.
"I'll tell Carla, don't worry about that. She may not like it, but too bad! You're not a kid and can do whatever the hell you want to do."
She went over to Carla and spoke to her. I couldn't hear the conversation but it was obvious that Carla was pissed. Sylvia came over to me and, holding my arm, said, "I told Carla. She wasn't too happy. Tough shit! The gang here can clean up everything. Come with me, lover."
We held hands while taking the stairway up to her bedroom. Sylvia led me right up to the bed. Then she gave me a deep kiss and stepped away just a bit to take her clothes off in a matter-of-fact way. I wasn't that cool about getting naked in front of a woman I'd just met, a woman fifteen years my senior. However, I managed to get my things off. Sylvia has a terrific body. It was hard to believe that she was still in such shape. The thought crossed my mind that she might have had plastic surgery and breast implants. In any case, she had boobs which stood right out, topped by large brown nipples. She had shaved her pussy - that was an invitation, as if I needed an invitation. I wanted to grab her and fuck her on the spot.
"You have a smooth young body, Jonathan," she said to me. "Come to bed and lie back. I'm going to take care of you, lover."
