Chapter 1

‘Understanding women’ is an oxymoron. You never really understand them. If you’re lucky you survive them. Take exhibitionism for example. Why do some women, maybe even a co-worker or the wife of a neighbor, get pleasure from flashing hapless shoe salesmen or “surprising” pizza delivery boys wrapped in just a towel? Power? Danger? What possesses some women to perform sex in front of others or even before a camera? What is the drive that causes them to cast all caution and modesty to the wind and actually do it?

The part that excites me even now, after all that I discovered that first summer, is what is going through their beautiful minds as they are showing themselves? Maybe my fiancé, Alicia, had it right when she told me,

“Guys are, like, so serious and heavy about sex. With girls, it’s different, not such a big deal. It’s just like going to the bathroom with us.”

I’m not saying I understand every woman. But after that summer there were a few that I thought I knew pretty well. The bad part, the really bad part that still freaks me even today, is the price of my education. It’s true. You can pick your friends, or even your lovers, but you can’t pick your family.

I put down my suitcase and pressed the doorbell, which chimed inside the large house. I had not seen my aunt and uncle for nearly five years and I still wasn’t sure we would get along for the year or so I would be attending college and renting a room from them. This summer was going to be sort of a trial. School wasn’t starting for another two months.

Aunt Carol was my Mom’s younger sister and had been something of a black sheep in our family. Mom had kept contact even if others didn’t. She was a bit wild and had married Uncle Jerry who was the quintessential loud-mouthed salesman type.

Mom never told me all the details, but she said their wedding was pretty wild, especially some of Uncle Jerry’s friends who were more party people than my Mom’s side of the family could handle. I tried to press her on it but she told me I had better ask Aunt Carol about it herself someday.

She was always a more stylish dresser but there was definitely a family resemblance when Mom took off her glasses. I had visited with her about five or six times while growing up and I’d never seen her in anything but a dress or skirt and high heels. I used to think she was a Barbie doll when I was little.

“Hi Aunt Carol”, I smiled.

“Chris! Hi! Come on in. I’m so glad to see you,” she blurted reaching over and pulling me against her in a hug and kiss.

As she pressed me against her I suddenly was aware that I was flattening her breasts underneath the knit dress she had on and that she was not wearing a bra. I felt a twitch in my crotch that wasn’t at all innocent embarrassment.

“Chris, my boy, come on in and get settled,” Uncle Jerry boomed as he grabbed the suitcase out of my hand.

He had gotten balder in the years since I’d last seen him and developed a bit more of a paunch but he was as overbearing as ever as he showed me around their very spacious two-story house. With no children of their own it was no problem for them to board me in one of the five bedrooms.

As he talked I kept looking over at Aunt Carol and noticed how really gorgeous she was even if she was twenty years older than I was. I had never been especially attracted to “older” women but this felt really strange and dangerous for some reason.

Some of it must have been the way she smiled at me when our eyes met as if she had some secret she was dying to tell me but was holding back. It struck me how much she resembled the actress Stella Stevens from the old Jerry Lewis movie.

I also noticed she was not reluctant to gaze at my crotch when she thought I wouldn’t notice which was something I’d never have suspected from a my own aunt. Of course, Uncle Jerry was completely oblivious to our little game. At least it seemed that way.

After some chit-chat and catching up on family matters I went back upstairs to unpack and get settled into my new room. It was located down the hall and across from the master bedroom and had its own bathroom. I undressed and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Hanging from the shower curtain rod were several pairs of pantyhose, nylon stockings, and a rather plain white elastic garter belt. Apparently Aunt Carol used this bathroom to rinse her “unmentionables” and had forgotten to take them out before I arrived. I reached up and took down a pair of the pantyhose, feeling them in my fingers as my mind imagined her just slipping them off. They were soft, the all nude kind. I held them up to my face briefly but they had been washed and had only a faint detergent scent.

My penis began to swell. I draped the pantyhose over the tip and drew them across ever so slightly. I took down the stockings and did the same, letting the silky material irritate the sensitive underside of my penis.

Suddenly, a knock came on the bathroom door and I was jolted back to reality.

“Chris, I left some things of mine in there. Would you be a dear and hand them out to me?”

“Just a moment. I ... I...”

I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me then opened the door. Aunt Carol pushed the door open quickly and walked in.

“Sorry to be such a nuisance but I left some rather intimate things in here and I...”

She stopped in mid sentence. She could plainly see my erection tenting out the towel but pretended not to notice as I pulled the garter belt off the rod and handed it to her. Our hands touched for a moment and again she smiled.

“Jerry forgot to mention that he starts a two week sales trip tomorrow. He’ll be up and gone before you get up so you won’t be able to say goodbye.”

She paused just a moment and then in a very suggestive voice added, “Well, I guess that means you’ll be the man of the house for a while. Are you too big now to give me a good night kiss?”

I leaned over and nervously gave he a mild peck on the lips. Before I could withdraw she had stepped forward and held her mouth to mine much longer than normal decency would allow. I felt a hot surge both in my face and in my crotch that left me somewhat breathless. She finally backed off, turned on her heels, and disappeared down the hall into the master bedroom.

The last thing I remember was the slight brushing of her skirt on her thighs as she disappeared through the door. I didn’t manage to fall asleep for nearly two hours as I replayed the bathroom scene in my mind. This arrangement was beginning to look rather interesting.

It was just after 9:00 when I rolled out of bed, slipped on some oversized shorts, and started down to get some breakfast. As I came out of the room I could hear the shower running in the master bathroom and a sudden hot thought rushed through my mind. I wonder if my aunt is now nude in the shower? I looked outside in the driveway and saw that Uncle Jerry’s BMW was gone so it could only be Aunt Carol in the house.

With my heart pounding at the craziness of it I quietly tiptoed down the hall and stood outside the door listening. I didn’t dare try to open it but just stood quietly as my penis swelled again in excitement. I could hear her moving in the shower as she washed, trying to imagine what she must look like all nude and wet.

I heard the water shut off and nearly stopped breathing as she opened the shower door and dried herself. There was a few more moments of eerie silence and then, a sound similar to an electric razor but much deeper and heavier. I could only be from a large massager or vibrator. The next sound went through me like an electric current. It was my aunt’s voice but in a deep, guttural moan,

“Oh ... mmmmm.Ohhhhh ... Yeaaaah.”

The moaning was subdued but distinct as my gorgeous aunt masturbated only inches away with a very loud massager. From the location of the sound she must have been sitting on the toilet as she played the rubber head over her labia and clitoris. Her breathing quickened and built to a crescendo finally ending a long, grunting gasp,

“Yesss ... yess ... mmm ... aaahhh.”

I was sweating and my penis was as hard as iron. I tried to visualize the intimate scene I had overheard. Still shaking I walked back down the hall and downstairs to try to regain my composure over some coffee and toast. A bit later I heard my aunt’s voice at the top of the stairs.

“Chris, would you help me out with something up here?”.

I tried not to blush when I finally came face to face with her but I must have turned red.

“Chris, are you all right? I hope you’re not getting sick?” she asked with mock compassion.

She was wearing a white and yellow cotton dress with a button front and flared skirt that fell about six inches above her shapely knees. She had on a bit more makeup than usual and her blond hair was loose at her shoulders, held over her ears by two large combs on either side.

“I need to go out and do some shopping at the mall and I can’t decide which shoes go with this outfit? If you help me out I might let you come with me, ok? Now, which should I wear the yellow pumps or the white strap heels?”

Now, I know computers, and swimming and stuff like that but women’s shoes? However, as the wise man said ‘I may not know art but I know what I like’. The white shoes had a 5 inch heel and a thin T-strap that buckled around her ankle. My penis voted for the white.

“The white shoes are nice,” I replied, my voice somewhat strained.

“I thought you’d like those. Well, since you like them so much why don’t you help me on with them while I get these earrings on?”

I kneeled down at her feet facing her shapely calves that shimmered from the sheer stockings she was wearing. I slipped the first shoe around her stockinged foot and as I did I inadvertently pulled her legs apart slightly.

From my position I could make out the welt of her suntan thigh top stockings and the pale expanse of her thigh above but couldn’t see beyond before she shifted and brought her legs into a more lady-like posture. I fastened the first buckle on the strap. She must have noticed my fumbling and thought it was cute.

“Chris, don’t get all nervous. I know you have been seeing several girls at school from what your mom has told me so you aren’t a complete idiot around women.”

Then she got very serious as if she was finally going to let out the secret she had been harboring since I arrived.

“You know, dear, education is not just about books and such. Most young guys like you are completely naive about what women are really like. And by the time you figure it all out you’re like Jerry, too old or burned out to care. One way or another you need to learn something of the world of women.”

She looked straight in my eyes with that half smile that made me want to come right there.

“If any woman is in the mood, no fantasy is beyond her experience and she’ll stop at nothing to satisfy it. Not marriage vows or all the taboos of society will prevent her from fulfilling her needs. It’s something we must have picked up from Eve, you know, in the Bible.”

She lifted up my chin in her hand and gave me a long kiss that took my breath away for an instant. Then she laughed and got up.

“Now for being such a dear and helping me, I’ll give you a treat. But first you have to close your eyes and not open them till I say. Ok?”

I stood up still a bit out of breath and faced her as she headed out the bedroom door. Closing my eyes, I concentrated for the moment on the faint fragrance of her expensive cologne and another musty smell that I couldn’t yet place.

“Ok. Open your eyes.”

A hot rush surged through my face and crotch almost simultaneously.

Standing in the doorway with her back to me, Aunt Carol had gathered the skirt she was wearing in folds and was holding it above her waist.

My eyes rose from the white straps of her high heels, up her shiny calves and over the tan welts of her thigh tops now in plain sight. Her firm, smooth bare thighs rose upwards to her absolutely bare buttocks, smooth white melons parted down the middle and with a slight fringe of her blond bush peeking out at the apex of her thighs. She was not wearing any panties or even a thong and the sight of her sudden nakedness almost stopped my heart.

With a tiny squeal and a quick flexing of her right knee and calf, she dropped the white drape of her skirt, smoothed it with her hands, and proceeded down the hall to wait for me to get ready. Fifteen heart- pounding minutes later I was dressed and we were headed for the car to drive to the mall.

I sat in the passenger seat while Aunt Carol drove the large Mercedes sedan. I was still trying to make sense of it all. It seemed like I had ventured into another world where all the rules I’d ever known were no longer valid. And still I couldn’t take my eyes off my aunt as she drove, her dress riding just above the welts of her stockings and all the while that slight grin of expectation.

“God, Chris, how much of a hint do you need?” my aunt said breaking the silence.

“What do you mean?” I queried in genuine confusion.

“You keep staring at my legs but you can’t bring yourself to touch me. You must have more willpower than any young guy your age to resist a come-on like this.”

I reached across and ran my right hand over her knee, slipping it under her hem and stroking the bare flesh above the welt. She took a slight breath.

“Much better. That feels nice. Now, how high can you go?”

My knuckles just brushed the soft curls of her pubic hair when a car pulled along side and I jerked away, embarrassed that we would be seen.

“They can’t see in the tinted windows, Chris, so don’t worry. I’ve tried to look in and you can’t see a thing.”

Traffic had picked up by now and we turned into the mall parking lot before I could reach my lofty objective at the top of her thighs. I inconspicuously brought my hand to my face on the chance that I picked up her woman scent in my attempt but it smelled only of hand soap.

“Would you get my door for me please?” she asked casually.

I went around to her side and pulled the heavy sedan door open. Feigning carelessness, but all the while knowing just what she was doing, Aunt Carol spread her legs apart leaving one leg on the floorboard while stretching the other leg as far out of the car as she could physically manage. The effect was to pull her skirt clear to her waist and give me for the first time in my life a momentary, unobstructed view of my aunt’s open, pink womanhood.

The flash was painfully short. I blushed at the indecency of it even as I strained for a better view. Her pubic hair was a dusty blonde and seemed trimmed very neatly. The inner lips just peaked out and gaped a bit at the very bottom. In the sunlight it was hard to tell if she was wet but if she was as wet as I was hard she’d be drenched.