My Aunt Sarah Pt. 04

My Aunt Sarah – Part 4

My mind was blown from the past two days, and my body was exhausted, so I slept exceptionally well.

I was a keen footballer; I played for the college and the local village team. I wasn’t the fittest 18-year-old in the world, and neither did I have a ripped body like a professional footballer, but I was happy with my body, fitness, and health. I had an average build, strong legs, nowhere near a six-pack but strong arms. I was 5ft, 10, so again, average height. Being a student, I received discounted leisure and gym access, and Wednesday was my supposed day at the gym.

There was a text, I guessed who it was from, and I was excited and happy when I saw the name.

“Do I get to see you today x?” the text read.

I replied, “It’s gym day, but why don’t you come with me? There is a palates beginners’ class,” “We could attend it together, and then you could swim whilst I do a gym session.”

“Erm, I’m not sure that’s for me!” the text returned.

“Let’s call it the start of a new dawn, a new adventure, try new things x.” I pleaded; I just wanted to be with my aunt.

“Ok, but what shall I wear?” I could sense my aunt’s uncertainty and now a concern.

“Whatever shorts you have and a sporty T-shirt, but don’t forget your swimming gear.” I texted reassurance.

“I’ll have to try and find it; I can’t remember where it is,” Sarah replied.

“I’ll pick you up at 10 am; you have 30 minutes to get ready.” I was retaking the lead.

“Shit, I’d best get my skates on; love you x.” My aunty was hooked, but so was I.

“Love you x, miss you x.” I texted back.

10 am on the dot, I pulled onto my aunts’ driveway. She was standing outside, and I was surprised to see her in gym leggings and a sporty vest.

“Your text gave me the impression that you didn’t have any gear.” I quizzed her.

“I ran around to Liz’s as I knew she had some; she went through a health kick about six months ago that lasted four weeks.” She laughed hard, telling me how Liz had spent a small fortune on gear, clothing, and gym membership and never used it.

“Did she not quiz you on why you needed the gear,” I asked.

“She did, but I made an excuse and said I’ll talk to her later.” My aunt explained.

“What are you going to say to her later?” I was intrigued.

“I’ll figure it out,” she said.

Her leggings were blue and complimented her larger thighs. Whilst a more considerable sized lady, the leggings accentuated her curves well rather than being unpleasant. I could see that her breasts were packed in tight, cocooned in a black sports bra. The sporty red T-shirt was fitted well enough that it covered her folds.

“You look wonderful, good enough to eat!” I was excited.

“Do you still have a hunger after the last two days’ efforts?” I think she was trying to reassure herself that I wanted her.

“Famished,” I replied.

And with that, I slid my hand along her silky thighs, in between her legs, up over her stomach, stroking her breasts, to hold her face where I gave her a lingering and passionate kiss.

I could smell the new perfume, which was intoxicating; I snuggled in closer and buried myself in a cloud of fresh roses.

“I needed that,” she whispered; she looked reassured.

I was hard again; my aunty drove me crazy with lust and urges. How could I break this spell? Did I want to? Hell no!

My aunty, spotting the lump in my shorts rise, put a hand on my cock, squeezed, kissed me, and said, “Let’s go!”

I was about to leave the car when she said, “To the gym, silly.”

The gym and studios were part of an enormous leisure complex, including several swimming pools. It had only been developed within the last few years and had clean lines and modern features.

My aunty was very nervous in the Pilates class; she was hesitant, fumbling with her clothing and unsure where to look. I briefly held her hand to reassure her and placed her bag in the corner beside mine.

“I forgot to tell you to bring a water bottle,” I apologised. “Don’t worry; I’ll grab you a bottle from the vending machine.”

She needn’t have been nervous; other women of a similar age were in the class. I was the youngest but didn’t look too out of place.

Throughout the class, I kept my eyes on my aunt; I didn’t care who was watching. I loved watching her stretching, bending, thrusting, and working up a sweat. I had to work hard not to get an erection when thinking about what I wanted to do to her.

I could see tiny beads of sweat around her neck and back, which reminded me of how she looked during our passionate and lustful sessions. I could see her cleavage perspiring, and I wished my head was between her breasts.

She seemed to be enjoying herself, I’d told her to take it easy on her first go, and she had taken my advice. When the class finished, I stood and watched the confidence in my aunty as she talked to the other people in the class, even exchanging numbers with a couple of women of a similar age.

Walking to the changing rooms, I said, “Enjoy that?”

“Thank you for bringing me; I can’t wait for the next class.”

“Ok, all the changing rooms are over there; they are joint changing rooms; you just have to grab a cubicle.” I pointed the way for her to enter the changing rooms.

I still couldn’t get over the concept of joint changing rooms; it just didn’t feel right. This seemed the way forward for more extensive complexes, so I’d better get with the times. For my aunty, this was a complete shock, however. The changing and showering facilities were huge, with rows of lockers and cubicles like a maze. Different shades of greys, reds and blues indicated areas within. The lighting was intense and bounced back off the glistened wet tiles. It was humid, and there were smells of body spray, perfume, aftershave and many showering products.

“Joint changing rooms, that can’t be right; I’m not sure about this,” she protested. I could see that she was perspiring more with the humid environment.

“It will be fine,” I reassured her. “I’ll have a quick session in the gym and then meet you in the pool.”

I walked off before she could change her mind. I feared to look back but gave her a ‘trust me’ look. She looked like a lost child, so I mouthed, “You’ll be fine.”

My session in the gym was more like a ‘hit’ class. I got through as many exercises as possible to return to my aunt. Forty-five minutes later, I ran to the changing rooms, quickly changed into swim shorts, ran through the showers, and entered the pool area.

There were three pools: a diving pool to the left, the larger pool with lanes right in front of me and a smaller, free-for-all-ages pool to my right.

I could see my aunty at the poolside, in the open pool to my right. Even though she was in the water, I could see her wearing a mint green bathing suit with black sides. If I listened properly to the adverts, they would say that black sides flatter a lady. There was a short black zip at her breasts. As she saw me, she waved gratefully. I got in next to her.

“Was the suit Liz’ as well?” I asked.

“How did you guess,” she laughed.

“I’m not sure I’m happy thinking of Liz in that suit, you look fantastic, but I’m not sure it would suit everyone.”

She laughed again, “You bitch, that’s my friend.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I protested.

She laughed again. I loved seeing her laughing and happy.

How’s the water, “I asked.”

“Refreshing after that studio and changing rooms,” she said, animating her response by wiping her brow and panting.

Forgetting where I was, I ran my hand along her thighs up to the bathing suit, stroking her stomach and breast.

“Jim.” My aunt, shocked, looked around.

“Whoops, sorry! Honestly, you do crazy things to me.” I said as I looked around to see if we had been seen.

She laughed again; I felt so good that my aunty was genuinely having a good time.

A few short lengths later, my aunt turned to me, “I think it’s time for me to get out; my fingers have gone all crinkly.”

“Did you enjoy your swim?” I asked.

“Very refreshing,” was the reply.

I watched my aunt climb out using the steps in the corner of the pool and steadying herself first on every step before reaching for the next. Her shoulders rose first out of the water, followed by her back, her arse, her thighs and then her calves. She turned to me, and I watched her breasts move in her suit.

I knew I was getting excited and that I’d better get to the changing rooms quickly, or soon I won’t be able to get out of the pool because of an imminent erection.

On the way to the lockers, we entered the communal showers. The water that was pooled in areas of the floor felt cold. I watched my aunty as she rinsed off the pool water. I did the same but couldn’t keep my eyes off her; I wanted to reach and rub her all over. I was getting hard again, so I exited hastily.

We grabbed our stuff from two lockers, and I said, “Let’s grab that larger cubicle: it’s for more than one person.”

My aunty looked at me and smirked, “What do you have planned?”

“I didn’t have anything planned, but now you have put thoughts in my head,” I said as I excitedly guided her into the cubicle and locked the door behind us.

“It’s cold.” My aunty shivered. Her nipples were erect and pointing through her bathing suit.

I hugged her to try and warm her up, squeezing tight. I reached for the zip at her front and pulled it just above her stomach. I then slid her shoulders out on each side. I pulled the bathing suit off each arm and lowered it below her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her areolas shrivelled. Her skin was cold to the touch. I took hold of her breasts and sucked, biting softly. There was a quiet groan, and my aunty gripped my shoulders to steady herself. I took my time, licking and sucking my aunt’s hands on my head.

After a while, I lowered her suit off her rear and down her thighs to her feet. She stepped out, left foot, then right, spreading her legs. Knowing my aunt was very sensitive, I softly parted her lips with my tongue; heading for her peak, I circled slowly and tenderly. I got a shock from the cold floor as I knelt. I felt my aunt’s legs buckle and wrapped my arms around her thighs to steady her. Her groans got louder, so I gave her a final lick and a kiss before I stood up. I could smell the pool water, and her skin had become slightly tacky.