An Afternoon with Aunt Lynda

Lynda is my aunt only by marriage, not a blood relative.

My Uncle John is a few years older than I am. He is my mother's youngest brother.

Until he and Lynda got married, Uncle John lived at home with his parents (my grandparents), about three hundred miles from us. Because of the distance, my parents and I didn't get to see them all that often. My senior year in high school, I had just turned eighteen. Our family traveled to be with my grandparents and Uncle John for Christmas.

Uncle John and Lynda were dating at the time, and he brought Lynda over to meet all of us. I was immediately attracted to Lynda. She was twenty and had graduated from high school 2 years earlier. At the time, she was attending a local junior college.

I found Lynda to be so fucking hot! She was kind of tall - 5 ft 10 inches (I was 5-11) and slender. She had beautiful red hair tied into a ponytail, bright blue eyes, freckles on her face and arms, and cute dimples when she smiled. Redheads with their hair in ponytails have always made me horny. And Lynda had on a very subtle but sexy smelling perfume.

Lynda was wearing a sweater that showed her shape very well. Her breasts were (I guessed) about 32B in size. Her waist was 24 inches - as stated by the label on her Levi's blue jeans. And those jeans really showed her shapely legs and emphasized her firm butt. I remember when she sat down on the bench by the family table and crossed her legs - the inseam of her jeans tightened up between her butt cheeks, and her ass had the shape of an upside-down Valentine heart. I had to go sit on the other side of the table so I wouldn't be caught staring at her shapely rear.

Lynda was very friendly and outgoing with everybody. Quick to smile, she would listen when anyone else was speaking, and she even smiled and winked at me a couple of times.

After dinner that evening, Uncle John took Lynda back home. Being around Lynda that afternoon had made me so horny! That night, before I went to bed, I had a nice solo jack-off session in the shower, imagining what Lynda would look like naked there in there with me. When I woke up the next morning, I had erection from the dream I was having about Lynda, so I had another quick wank in the bathroom before breakfast.

It was the next year that Uncle John and Lynda got married. My parents and I drove to my grandparent's place a couple of days before their wedding so that we could all visit with them and the other family members there. But my eyes were on Lynda all the time that she was there. So beautiful, so sexy. And at the wedding she looked fabulous in her white gown.

That night, after she and Uncle John left on their honeymoon, I jacked off again into a bunch of tissues that I took to bed with me, imagining how Aunt Lynda was giving Uncle John a full workout on their wedding night. Lucky Uncle John!

Fast forward a couple of years, and I graduated from a two-year junior college. I would be going off to a larger university, so that summer I drove to my grandparents place to visit with them and Uncle John and Aunt Lynda for a week. Uncle John and Aunt Lynda came over to visit the first evening, and I was happy to see that Lynda looked even better than before. Her face had lost most of its freckles, her breasts had filled out a little more, but her waist, ass and legs were still just like I remembered. Her sexy red hair was very much longer than the first time we met, now hanging down almost to her lovely ass. And she was again wearing that perfume that I remembered so well from before.

While we were catching up on things, I called them Uncle John and Aunt Lynda. Uncle John chuckled and said, "Joe, you don't have to call us Uncle and Aunt. Since we're all so close in age, it seems kind of silly. Just John and Lynda will be good."

"Okay, John and Lynda it is," I replied. And Lynda smiled and winked again.

John and Lynda lived a couple of miles away from my grandparents, on a few acres set back from the road about a hundred yards. They owned an older farmstead home, with a wraparound porch that had a porch swing. Lynda was working as a legal secretary for a law firm in a nearby town. John had a small business with several pieces of heavy equipment (bulldozers and backhoes) that he used for excavation jobs on the farms and ranches in the area. The week that I was there at my grandparents, he had to go work a three-day job a couple hundred miles away - too far to drive back home every night.

The next evening, Lynda came over to visit with us. It was a nice visit, and we all had an enjoyable time chatting and playing some card games. Just before she left to go back home, Lynda looked at me and said, "Joe, why don't you drive over to our place tomorrow? It's Friday, and I've got the day off - the partners in the firm have gone to a management retreat, and the rest of us don't have to go in. Why don't you come over around eleven? With John out at the construction job, I could use the company. I'll fix us some lunch and we can maybe go fishing in the pond. Or whatever. Wear something comfortable." Once more with the smile and wink.

"Uh, sure. Sounds great. I'll see you then."

Well, my imagination was working overtime. I was excited that I would get to be alone with Lynda for the first time. There wasn't a big difference in age between us, only two years. But I kept telling myself that she was married to my uncle, so nothing would happen. She just wanted me to come over so we could get to know each other better - nothing more than that. But it still didn't keep me from having another wank session that night thinking of lovely Lynda before I could go to sleep.

The next morning, I showered and dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. I got to John and Lynda's place right at eleven o'clock. When I knocked, Lynda opened the door and gave me a big hug as she invited me in. I smelled that subtle but sexy perfume that I remembered from before. She had her long red hair in a ponytail again, almost like she knew that it turned me on.

Lynda was wearing a pair of really faded cut-off jean shorts that were tattered on the bottom with the front pockets showing below the tatters. Not really Daisy Duke shorts, but getting close. So tight on her, they revealed a lot of her long, tanned legs. And she was wearing a white t-shirt with John's company logo on the front - not too loose, but not very tight across her breasts. As she moved, it was obvious that Lynda wasn't wearing a bra under it. And she had a simple pair of running shoes on her feet. Her beauty and smell and proximity to me started to wake up my cock.

"Let's go into the kitchen," Lynda suggested. "You sit at the table, and we'll chat while I'll fix up some sandwiches." So that is what we did.

I don't really remember what we talked about - I was looking at Lynda as she was standing at the counter making lunch. Her ponytail was swinging as she talked and moved around. I just had to look at her long tanned legs down below those tattered cut-offs, just showing a bit of her ass cheeks above that line where her upper thighs transitioned to her butt. Her superb ass gently swayed as she moved.

I swear those cut-offs were from the very same Levi's blue jeans that she was wearing on that night when we first met. They still had the faded tag stating that her waist was still 24 inches. And they were so very much hugging her fine ass. I envied those shorts. Every now and then, Lynda would turn around and catch me looking. She didn't say anything, but she just smiled and winked at me. And I kept imagining her naked.

Lynda poured us each a glass of water, then she brought our lunch over. She sat down at the table across from me. We had our sandwiches and chips. We talked about her work, the plans she and John had for kids in another couple of years, and my plans after I graduated from college. It was a warm summer day, and the house windows were open. I guess we both got a little drowsy from the lunch and the warm air. I yawned, then so did Lynda. But when she yawned, she put her arms up and behind her head and leaned back, pushing her breasts forward, causing her nipples to poke up against the t-shirt material. And of course, I was looking.

This time, Lynda did say something. "Better not let your eyes pop out." But she wasn't mad -- she gave me that sexy dimpled smile, and an even longer wink of one eye. "Let's go walk out by the pond. Do you want to take the fishing poles?"

"Let's just go without the poles," I said. "If we catch anything, then my hands will stink like fish. I showered just before I came over. So just walking and talking and looking at the pond is fine by me."

Their pond was about a quarter mile behind the house, with a bunch of oak and pecan trees growing around it. A small stream kept it filled, and obviously there were fish in it. We just slowly walked side by side, chatting and looking around. When we got to the shade by the pond, Lynda sat down in a grassy area, looked up at me and patted the ground beside her, inviting me to sit with her. We sat there for a quite a while talking about a variety of stuff, but I couldn't help it - I just had to look at Lynda and her sexy body and long legs. Her perfume scent was still there, and I so much wanted to snuggle closer and kiss her. Lynda must have been thinking the same way - her breathing got a little faster, and she had a slight blush on her face.

Suddenly, she said. "Let's go back to the house. I'll make some lemonade, and we can sit on the front porch swing and talk some more."

"Okay." I stood up, and Lynda reached out her hand so I could help her stand. Her hand felt hot in mine, and maybe I held it a few seconds longer than I intended. Or maybe she didn't pull it away for a few seconds. We each looked at each other - me gazing into her bright blue eyes. Then I cleared my throat, and we both looked away. Lynda suddenly took big strides back towards the house, and it took me a couple of seconds to start following her. But I admit, I lagged back a little bit so I could enjoy seeing her behind moving as she walked. She slowed her pace so I could catch up and we walked side by side.

Before we got to her house, Lynda reached over and grabbed my hand with hers, and she kind of sighed as we walked the rest of the way holding hands. But she released my hand just before we walked inside.

Back in the kitchen once again, I sat in the same chair as before, and watched her as she cut and squeezed lemons into a pitcher. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like Lynda was moving her fine ass side to side a bit more than she was earlier. And when she put the sugar into the pitcher and stirred it, the motion of her ass caused my cock to start growing.

Lynda put ice in two glasses and filled them with the fresh lemonade. "Okay, let's go out front now."

She grabbed a couple of small kitchen towels to take with us. "In case one of us spills our lemonade," Lynda said.

We both kicked off our shoes as we sat down on the swing - close to each other but not touching, and we just chatted a bit as we looked towards the road and watched the light traffic go by.

Lynda looked over at me and I looked over at her. I figured I should apologize to Lynda for my earlier staring.

"Lynda..." "Joe..."

We both spoke at the same time. She smiled and told me to go ahead.

"Lynda, I apologize if I made you uncomfortable staring at you before. I'm sorry..."

"That didn't bother me a bit. I kind of liked it. Don't worry about it," she replied with a smile. Then she hesitated, like she wanted to say more but wasn't sure that she should.

"Go ahead, finish what you started to say," I said.

She took a deep breath. "Joe...." Lynda started. Then she stopped and looked embarrassed. She blushed a bit, and her freckles really began to show again. She took another deep breath and started again. "Joe, I hope you don't think I'm a bad person or anything. But damn, you're so good looking."

I was surprised because I never thought of myself as good looking. Sure, I was still in decent shape from sports at the junior college and working out in the gym, but I wasn't one of those guys that girls drooled over. At least I didn't think so.

I smiled back at Lynda and said, "Really? Me? You're the one that's good looking. You're so beautiful, and so sexy and just so damn hot. I'm not sure that I can sit here beside you on this swing much longer without wanting to hold you and kiss you."

"Well, maybe you should try that," Lynda smiled and gave me a really big wink. She wasn't so embarrassed now.

I put both of our lemonade glasses down on the porch floor there in front of the swing. I moved closer and put my arms around Lynda. She closed her eyes as she let me kiss her on her lips. Her perfume smelled so arousing to me. I kissed her a little harder. She sighed a bit, and then she got into the kiss more as we explored each other with our tongue tips. After a few minutes, we came up for air. I could tell that we were both getting aroused, but I was a bit conflicted about was happening.

"Lynda, you're married to my uncle. Uncle John. Your husband. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to. I really do want to, but if you don't, I can live with that," I told her.

"Joe, Joe, Joe...." she said. "I won't do anything that will cause problems in my marriage to John. We have a great sex life, but recently it's not what it was in the first year of our marriage. My work at the law firm has a lot of pressure sometimes, and most nights I'm just too tense and exhausted to do much when John's in the mood. And there are nights when I'm horny, but John has just put in a long rough day on his damn bulldozer, and he can barely stay awake through dinner. It just seems like our schedules don't work out. Maybe I'm oversexed a bit."

Lynda chuckled and blushed again. "Well, actually I'm oversexed a lot. It's been over a month since John and I have real full-on orgasm sex. I'm so fucking horny right now. I'm tired of having to do a quick masturbation all by myself. I want more. Now John's away working and I'm home alone. And here you are, all handsome and so sexy looking. I liked being around you back when you when we first met. Now, I really like being around you even more. And I really want to do something with you right here, right now."

I sat there, kind of stunned, thinking about how I should reply to that. But before I could start talking again, Lynda said, "I've got an idea. We won't go back into the house. I would probably drag you off to bed and fuck your brains out. But I won't fuck you. It wouldn't be right for John or you or me. So, let's just stay out here, have some more lemonade, get close and see what happens. We can play around a little. Or we can play around a lot. It will be our special secret -- John will never know about it. Does that sound good to you?"

"Hell, yes! That sounds like a great idea. I want to feel you all over and play with your sexy parts and make you happy. And I really want to see and feel that lovely ass of yours."

"Well, maybe so. I've caught you looking at my ass more than once. Let me refill our drinks, then." Lynda stood up and bent over to pick up the lemonade glasses, wiggling her upside-down heart-shaped ass at me. Still bent over, she turned her head to see if I was looking at her ass. Of course, I was! She smiled and winked as she verified that, then she stood up and went into the house. When she returned with the filled glasses, I took a taste and was surprised but happy to find that she had added a good amount of rum to the lemonade. Nice!

We each sipped about half of our glasses of spiked lemonade, not even talking, just kind of looking towards the road and then at each other. There was a bit of tension between us, like something was about to happen, but we didn't know if it should. But the rum in the lemonade was relaxing us both.

I took the initiative again and took the glass from her hand and put both hers and mine in the same spot as earlier. I moved close to Lynda again, and we resumed kissing. This time she got more into it, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I reciprocated when she pulled her tongue back.

Lynda was sitting on my right, so I put my right arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. As we kissed, I gently started stroking her breasts with my left hand over her t-shirt. Lynda moaned and rubbed my chest with her right palm. Her nipples were becoming harder as she got more aroused. Then she slid her hand up under my t-shirt, and gently rubbed and pinched my nipples. There must be a direct nerve path between a guy's nipples and his cock - because the more she rubbed my nipples the harder my cock grew.

Since Lynda was playing with my nipples, I figured turnabout was fair play. I moved my left hand down and then up under the hem of her t-shirt, getting my first direct feel of her perfect breasts. So perky, not even a hint of sag. Firm, and hot. And her now hard nipples felt even hotter on my palm. I slowly massaged both breasts, and gently pinched her nipples, just as Lynda was doing to mine. We both kept our lips locked together as she explored my chest, and I explored her breasts and nipples.

With a bit of a groan, Lynda pulled her lips away from mine, and pushed away a bit. 'Damn, it!' I thought. 'Is she going to stop now?'

"Joe, I want you to make me cum....." Lynda softly said to me, her beautiful blue eyes looking straight into mine. "Please, I want you to finger fuck me until I cum. And I'll make you cum, too."

"But, where?" I asked. "You said you don't want to go in the house. And we're really close to the road, aren't we? Somebody might see us. Or could the neighbors hear us if we get too loud?"

"No, it's okay out here. The closest neighbor is a half mile away. Actually, I've looked at this porch from the road with something like this in mind. I've wanted to have outdoor sex right here with John, but it hasn't happened yet. The road is too far away for anyone to get a clear view. At least I think so. Maybe if they had binoculars or something, they could see us doing it. We won't get naked, but we can go as far as we want with our clothes mostly still on. And it'll be kind of kinky to know that we're doing it outside, and maybe possibly someone could see us. Please, Joe...."

"All right, whatever you say and whatever you want to do. I'll do my best to make sure that you cum. And I'll try not to cum too soon, but it might happen. I don't have sex with girls all that often. I do masturbate whenever I can, so I'm sort of used to holding back. Maybe I can hold back today..."

We moved back together and resumed kissing and feeling each other and getting a lot more active. But the porch swing was kind of a problem - it moved when we didn't want it to. It was distracting to say the least. But the fix was easy enough - there was a wooden loveseat just down the porch a few feet away, with nice soft cushions on it. We moved over there and resumed our mutual kissing and body exploration.

Lynda let me pull the front of her t-shirt up over her breasts, giving me my first look at them. I moved away a bit and let her lean back on the loveseat, while I looked at and rubbed those fantastic titties. I could hear the occasional car passing on the road, but there was nothing unusual sounding. And she was right - it was very kinky and highly erotic to know that we were outside and maybe someone could see us from the road.

Lynda grabbed my hair and pulled my face down to her breasts. She used her right hand to cup her left breast and present her nipple to my lips. Taking the hint, I flicked my tongue several times over her stiff nipple, and then sucked on it hard. That really caused her to moan, and she dropped her hand down to her crotch and started rubbing herself through her jeans. I moved to her other breast and repeated, and Lynda was obviously getting hotter and more aroused.