Aunt Margot & I

“Goodnight mon petit.. oh and please, do keep your door open as it can get very warm at night in these rooms when the door is closed.”

With that, she left me on my own to get changed for bed. Looking over to my door, I could see across the hallway my aunt’s bedroom — just a little to the left, her door was wide open. I could hear her singing away in the en suite of her own bedroom.

I didn’t mind having to leave the the door open, as truth be told, I was a little nervous being here in such a large house.

After brushing my teeth, I decided I would just keep my underpants on rather than wear pyjamas that mother had packed for me. I could already feel the heat that had built up throughout the day, even though the shutters kept out the majority of the hot sun. And just as I was about to get into bed, Aunt Margot popped her head in to say we’ll be up for breakfast at 7am. I was a little embarrassed having just my pants on so quickly got under the covers. Having done so and wished her good night again, I realised my aunt was only wearing a white vest and white panties… I was sure there was no bra underneath due to the prominence of her nipples.

Having seen this, I was immediately hard, thinking of my aunt in her state of undress and her relaxed way she was in front of me.

But then I remembered, she always was like this. It was her way of life, being comfortable in herself, the way she had always been… so I guessed that won’t be changing any time soon. I smiled at this thought and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the same way I had fallen asleep — hard as a rock! Wondering if I could get away with relieving myself now, before breakfast or whether I should wait till I was in the shower. The answer came in the shape of my aunt’s head. Peeping around the corner of my doorway.

“Allez petit man!” She called out. Breakfast was waiting for me.

Replying that I would be 2 minutes, she vanished from view and I quickly jumped out of bed and into the en suite. My erection had quickly disappeared thankfully so I could use the loo. With shorts and a t-shirt on I walked down to the kitchen lounge area where my aunt stood, facing away from me preparing coffee. I was stopped in my tracks… my mouth was open, about to say something but I didn’t or couldn’t.

I just stared. Aunt Margot was wearing the same white garments she was wearing last night when she said good night. With her back to me, I was able to run my eyes over her beautiful body — the tanned legs, her bottom which of course was partially covered by the white of her undies but it was the way they slipped inside the cheeks, leaving most of her buttocks free for my eyes to feast on that surprised me most.

Of course, not thinking straight, I had stood there too long and staring in silence.. my aunt had felt my presence and turned her head.

“Can I be of assistance petit monsieur!?” She smirked at me.

“When you are finished looking at my derrière, please can you help me by collecting cups for the coffee, oui??”

I was so embarrassed.. I hated to be caught staring. I didn’t want my aunt to think I was some 21 year old immature pervert who got horny at the first sight of female skin.

I apologised profusely and did as I was asked. But that was just the beginning… I could feel that this holiday was going to be a summer of frustration. How would I be able to cope every day if Aunt Margot was going to be walking around so under dressed all the time? I would have to find myself a girl. Either that or I’ll be spending most of my time in the bathroom taking care of needs!

If I thought the back of my aunt’s body was difficult to not look longingly at, it was even more so with the front. My assumption last night that she had not been wearing a bra was correct. Her breasts stood out perfectly, the nipples protruding beautifully. For a 45 year old woman, she could have no complaints — I could imagine women in their 30s being envious of her body.

Even though I did my best not to stare at my aunts breasts and to always look her in the eyes when talking face to face, I still found it incredibly difficult not to lower them, even just for a glimpse. She must have known what this was doing to me, I mean it was OK when I was younger… I didn’t have the same thoughts as I had now. Surely she’s aware I was a sex starved 18 year old virgin!

We sat at the table across from one another and we spoke about the days ahead and what would be required of me with regards to manual work, which would consist mostly of gardening and basic pool maintenance. This didn’t phase me in the slightest as I’d be kept busy and active and would obviously keep my mind off of, well let’s just say, certain other things.

CHAPTER 2

I’d like to be able to tell you that, for the most part of my working holiday here in the south of France that I was able to keep my mind off of, at least in my mind, my flirtatious aunt. But unfortunately, that was definitely not the case…

Just a few days into my new surroundings and I was sort of getting used to the way my aunt would walk around half naked most of the time. I thought to myself:

Why shouldn’t she.. I have my top off most of the time whilst gardening and wearing just a pair of shorts. It’s her house, she can wear what she wants and good for her for being proud of her body at her age. It’s not her fault that her randy nephew can’t stop ogling her…

“Hey mister.. where are you!” My aunt called out to me. “Lets go… hurry hurry”

She was waiting impatiently for me outside. I was just putting a shirt on before we left for one of the large out of town shopping malls.

I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to come with her… clothes shopping was the last thing I had on my mind. But, I never complain.. she probably just wanted the company or help with bags, so no problem really.

I was to find out later though that it wasn’t those things she needed me for, it was for my opinion on her outfits she was trying on. It wasn’t too bad either as the shops were mostly empty for the time of day and the best thing was the air con.. so fresh I could have spent the whole afternoon there.

Whilst I thought I’d just need to stand outside the changing rooms while Aunt Margot tried her things on and she’d open the door to ask me my opinion… That wasn’t to be. No, I was in the room with her. And it wasn’t clothes she was trying on, it was bikinis!

Luckily the rooms were fairly large, giving plenty of space for two people. Large mirrors adorned the walls on two sides and two benches… one for the buyer and one for the ‘advisor?’

I don’t know why but I was nervous, or was it excitement of anticipating what was to come?

Would I get to see my aunt undress in front of me, or would she ask me to turn away while she changed?

She was chatting away about something that I can’t even recall was about, as if this situation was the most normal thing in the world… My aunt, slipping her shorts off and kicking them to the side next to her flip flops… T-shirt off next, still blabbering away. Standing there looking at me, hands on her hips saying something…

“Allo!!… s’il te plait???” She was trying to get my attention. And starting to look annoyed.

I got up and went over to her “Sorry aunt Margot, I was daydreaming there”

“Of course you were… it’s not like you haven’t seen a woman in her underwear before, right?” she asked sarcastically.

“Actually… only you” I replied.

She looked at me puzzled. “Not even my sister, your maman? You have been, how do you say, living a sheltered life cheri, now help me here…”

She turned around, her back to me I could look at her gorgeous body without being admonished for doing so. The black bra and thong she wore looked expensive, even with my lack of knowledge regarding such things. I could see the bulge of her breast to the side, beautifully cupped buy the lace of the bra. Was she going to ask me to unfasten it? With that thought, the semi I was sporting in my shorts by now had turned into a fully hard erection.

Disappointingly, she did not ask me to remove her bra, just to help fasten the bikini top over the bra. Of course, what was I thinking!

She turned around to face me, asking my opinion. She hadn’t yet tried on the bikini bottoms, just the top. ‘Beautiful’ was all I could come up with. This pleased her immensely, giving me her perfect smile and a peck on the cheek.

“Here cheri, help me with these s’il te plait” She handed me the bikini bottoms. I just looked at her like a dumb kid. She motioned me to get down on my knees so I could slip them on for her. I had no idea why at this point she would want me to do this, but I wasn’t going to refuse.

Before she changed her mind, I got down on my knees whilst she, looking in the mirror, adjusted the top half. I slipped the azure blue material over her pretty little feet, slowly of course and up past her calves. All the time my fingers were brushing ever so slightly against her wonderfully smooth skin as I pulled the material up and over her knees and up her thighs. It was at this point where my eyes were level with Aunt Margot’s panties. I was stunned to be this close — a matter of centimetres away from her lace covered pussy. There was no hint of pubic hair beneath the material and I could just about see the top part of her slit where it vanished beneath the darker part of the material. I was in heaven, I felt the urge to push my face forward and caress her with my mouth against the lace. But of course, I could not. I finished pulling her bikini up and over her panties, with my hands around her bottom lifting the material over her soft cheeks. I leaned back a little to admire my handiwork and smiled to myself.