I'm in my office reviewing papers that I've been keeping for years in boxes hidden in the closet, most of which are not very useful, I do not know why I have this habit of putting away old stuff.
Today I decided to clean, open space, and throw away everything that no longer matters, I already have a pile of papers and other useless things that go to the trash. At some point, I find old photos: mine, those of my family and friends, I start looking through them remembering when the photos were taken.
I examine and discover photos of an aunt, now eighty years old. I look at the smile and the look of this wonderful person who taught me so much about life, so many intimate things.
Instinctively my dick grows, out of respect for this woman behind that luscious and sensual smile that the photos show. She has always been very photogenic, apart from the charm and elegance that has always transpired. I imagine that it has enchanted other men.
But few have been as lucky as I was, even more so at the age I was at the time. Today, with the gray hair of my fifty-five years, divorced and with a beautiful daughter who is studying for college. I know I can please a woman, but thirty-five years ago, I was just a frail, shy kid.
I dreamed of dating, but I felt incompetent. Even worse when it came to sex, like most kids, even today. Although today the relationship with sex is more relaxed. Certainly, my daughter has been sleeping with her boyfriend for a long time.
I find a special photo, it's the photo of the day I had my first kiss, and it was with the woman I see now in a green bikini kissing one of her children, my Aunt Beth.
Elizabeth Durand is her name, but everyone knows her as Beth, mother, aunt, and my first woman. Beth today is not as beautiful as she was back then, but she still has her elegance, it's funny to think about it when I see this picture again. It was taken a few minutes before our first intimate contact, our first kiss...
"Denis! Oh, Denis."
Sorry, I didn't inform you, that's me, that's my name, Denis.
"Yes, Aunt Cris."
Cristine is the youngest sister, Silvana my mother and the eldest is Beth, the owner of the house where the events I report happened.
"Give it to Fernand."
She gives me a cup of guarana and I find my cousin. I look at the huge pool in front of me, I don't like the shock of the cold water when I enter, but the warmth I feel makes me lose the fear and I jump, swim, and dive.
The inconvenience of the cold shock lasts little, I get used to the wet environment and I even feel the heat. That's when I saw Aunt Beth in a light green bikini, she arrived at the edge of the pool and got her toes wet feeling the temperature.
From the looks of it, she doesn't like the cold she feels either.
I observe the sculptural body of this woman at forty-five, not that she lacks unwanted stretch marks and fat, after all, she is a mother of two. That doesn't matter to a young man, we don't see flaws, we pay attention to qualities.
And the qualities are not lacking, perspires sensuality, charm, voluptuousness. My dick reacts when I realize that by attaching the bra, perhaps because of the size of the breasts, a white slice was exposed.
It's visible because I'm inside the pool and Beth is standing outside.
I stay hypnotized, addicted, overwhelmed by the intimacy I see, I feel the latent cock, growing; thank goodness I'm in the pool and no one knows about my condition.
But she understood. I saw her look, not more than a second, enough to show that I wanted her she smiled, a cynical, minimal smile in response to my look, warm.
Afraid someone would notice what I desire, after all, it was a party and there was her husband walking around, I looked away for a moment. When I looked again, she was gone. I swam, dipped, and cooled the blood that was boiling in my veins, after all, I couldn't leave in the hard state I was in, everyone would notice.
A few minutes later, outside the pool, I see Beth approach me with two drinks and deliver one to me as if nothing had happened.
"Later you read."
"Read?"
She moves forward, passing as if I'm not there.
"Read what?" I think while I drink the guarana. "Did I hear right?" That's another thought that comes to my mind. Only then do I notice that I am holding a folded paper under the glass.
I reach into a corner, open the crumpled paper and what I read leaves me stunned. I kept my mouth open and my cock pulsed in my waist.