Chapter 1: Skinny Dipping With Aunt Sue

After my parents got divorced, I lived with Mom. She had a good job and apparently was well paid because we never seemed to lack for any necessities. She got a recent promotion, though, and now she has to travel quite a bit. Although she seems to really like her job, having to leave me alone bothers her a whole lot. I'll have to hand it to Mom-- she's very conscientious and seems to worry considerably about being a good parent. More than anything else, she worries that I won't get proper care during those times she has to be out of town. She doesn't seem to realize that I'm a fifteen-year-old boy who is well able to take care of himself. No matter how much I plead and argue my maturity, she simply will not agree to leaving me alone by myself overnight. When those occasions arise that she has to be away, she arranges for me to stay with Aunt Sue and Grandpa. I stayed there at night couple of times before school was out, but now that summer's here, I stay all day and all night. This time I've been here a couple of days, and will probably stay a few more before Mom gets back in town.

Aunt Sue is Mom's sister. She is several years younger than Mom, so she can't be too old, but Mom once referred to her as a maiden aunt. When I asked what that meant, Mom said it meant that she had never married, and since she was stuck on the farm taking care of Grandpa, probably never would marry. I said that I thought "maiden" meant "virgin" and Mom said, kind of half-laughing, that with Aunt Sue's limited opportunities it probably did. That puzzled me because I couldn't see where marriage and virginity had anything to do with each other. I sure didn't want to get married, but that didn't keep me from wanting to stop being a virgin. I certainly wasn't a virgin by choice--I just had never had an opportunity to make it with a girl. My virginity was a condition I hoped to change the very first chance I got. When that time might come, I had no idea. I had never even felt up a girl, much less done anything else. Thus far, the closest I had come to a pussy was the Playboy centerfold.

Aunt Sue and Grandpa live on Grandpa's farm just outside of town. It only takes about thirty minutes to get there, so having to stay at their place isn't that much of a problem. The main difficulty is that they have only two bedrooms and I have to sleep with Aunt Sue in her big double bed. I have my own bedroom at home, and getting used to sleeping with someone else wasn't easy--particularly when that someone else was a pretty girl like Aunt Sue.

Although I complained about having to go to Aunt Sue's, I really didn't mind it that much. Grandpa kept beer in the refrigerator, and sometimes he would let me drink a bottle when he did. Aunt Sue would fuss, but Grandpa would tell her to leave us alone, that we are about "men's business." Of course, that would make me feel ten feet tall. Even though she put on a show, Aunt Sue wasn't really concerned about it and never told Mom.

Despite her mock scolding about my drinking beer, Aunt Sue and I became good friends. She insisted that I call her simply "Sue," that "Aunt Sue" was way too formal. She laughed, her face turning a little red, and said if we were going to sleep in the same bed, we should at least be on a first-name basis.

With respect to sleeping in the same bed, I have to admit that the arrangement was beginning to cause me a problem. The problem is that being in bed with Sue makes me terribly horny. (Not that it takes much, anyway. Being horny is a steady-state condition for me.) I was very much aware that right next to me was a female, a girl who had big breasts and a pussy. Sue usually dressed in bulky loose-fitting clothes --even her night clothes were heavy material--so I could only guess at what those parts of her anatomy might look like. Even so, knowing that all that separated her probably virgin pussy from my definitely virgin cock was just a few inches of bed space made me ultra-sensitive to our sleeping arrangements. I went to sleep many a night with a hard-on and had erotic dreams about girls. To make it worse, the girls in my dreams looked like Sue.

Although the extra travel involved with staying at Sue's place during school time was a little inconvenient--she had to take me to school and pick me up--staying there in the summer was a real treat. Even though all of us still referred to it as "the farm," it really wasn't one anymore. Grandpa quit farming years ago, and now it was simply pasture land he leased out for grazing a few head of cattle. Sue had a little vegetable garden, but other than that it was just a lot of open space. For a boy of fifteen, though, it is a wonderland. There are lots of areas that I still haven't explored, and staying there in summer gives me opportunity to just roam around, laze in the shade, and generally goof off.

Sue is a great lover of the outdoors, and sometimes when the weather is especially nice, she goes to extra trouble to carry all the food out to the big picnic table under the oak tree so we can eat in the wide-open. It's always a lot of fun, the three of us laughing and making a festive occasion out it. That is, until Grandpa gets sleepy and decides it's his nap time. He always takes a nap after lunch, and even the fun of eating outdoors doesn't deter him from his daily schedule. He always put in a good two hours of log sawing, and thunder, lightning, or even a earthquake couldn't wake him until he has his nap out. He sleeps just as soundly at night, too. Sue said that on several occasions she had tried to wake him, but it was next to impossible.

One morning when I was in the kitchen with Sue, she asked me if I had ever been down to the creek at the far end of the farm. I had never explored that part of the farm and had no idea there was a creek there. I told that I hadn't but now that I knew it was there I would go explore that part of the farm. She said that she had an even better idea--that the two of us would carry a lunch basket and have a picnic there. She indicated that Grandpa wasn't up to walking that far, but she would feed him his lunch and while he was taking his nap we would go there and have our picnic. That sounded great to me. It combined two of my favorite things--exploring and eating--and I waited impatiently for lunch time to finally get there.

Shortly before noon, Sue called to me and said she was just about ready. I went back into the kitchen and found Sue and Grandpa there. I was more than a little surprised by what else I found--Sue dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Seeing her dressed like that, I was mystified about why she hid herself in such full, baggy clothes. She had a super figure: long-legged, slender-waisted and big-boobed. I couldn't keep my eyes off her and my cock twitched in my pants at the sight.

Sue set out lunch for Grandpa and told him to have a nice nap afterward, that she and I were going down to the creek and have a picnic. He didn't pay much attention, just told us "kids" to have a good time. Sue pointed to the picnic basket and said that a big strong guy like me should be the one to carry it.

Since Sue knew the way, she took the lead and I followed. Walking closely behind her, I couldn't help but notice the way her rear end twisted and the cheeks of her ass moved as she walked. Her shorts were really short-shorts, and after she had walked a little way, they worked upward on her ass so that the bottoms of her ass cheeks showed. I could see the edge of her white panties peeking out from under the shorts, and the sight worked on me like waving a red flag excites a bull. I had been excited from seeing some of Sue's hidden charms revealed, but getting a peek of panties made my cock get rock-solid hard and bulge out the front of my pants. I was relieved that I was behind her so that she couldn't see the effect she was having on me.

By the time we finally arrived at our destination, I was about as horny as I had ever been in my entire life. Having watched Sue's firm ass as it squirmed and twisted for the last twenty minutes had my cock throbbing and aching. My horniness, though, was almost secondary to my frustration. The realization that the ass I had been watching, indeed the whole of Sue's beautiful body, lay beside me each night, so close yet so far away and untouchable, made me gnash my teeth. I couldn't help but groan and give a big sigh of anguish.

The place where Sue had taken us was really nice. The creek had a limestone bed and was surrounded by grass that was almost like a lawn. Big oak trees shaded a lot of the area and made it so quiet and restful that I could easily see why Sue considered it a good place for a picnic. At one time, someone had dammed the creek so as to make a pond, and even though part of the dam had washed away, there was still a nice-sized pool. The water looked cool and clear, ideal for swimming.

Sue spread a tablecloth and laid out the food from the basket. Seeing and smelling the food made me realize how hungry I was, and I dove in with relish. Sue seemed to have a good appetite, too, and between the two of us we quickly disposed of the picnic lunch. Feeling full and relaxed, I stretched out on the grass and gazed up at the sky. Sue laid down beside me, and together we just lay there silent, enjoying the peace and quiet of the warm afternoon. I shifted positions a little, and when I did my hand came into contact with Sue's. She didn't move her's so I left my hand where it was. It may have been just an accidental touch, but it was electrifying to me. Seeing Sue in her scanty clothes had caused me to become infatuated with her woman's mature body, and being able to touch her, even if only with a mere touching of fingers, sent little shivers through me.

After a while I sat up and looked at the water in the pool. "That sure looks like a good place to swim," I said.

Sue said, "Yes, it is. When your mother and uncles and I were kids we used swim here real often. I was the littlest of all, so about all I got to do was stick my feet in. We all went skinny-dipping, back then."

"You went swimming naked?" I asked.

"Yeah, we sure did," Sue said with kind of an embarrassed laugh. "None of us owned a bathing suit."

"Was it fun? Swimming, I mean."

"Oh, yes. Course, we didn't keep it up too long. After we got old enough to know what the difference between girls and boys meant we had to stop."

"Do you ever go swimming now?" I asked.

"Well, sometimes I still sneak out here and take a dip."

"You skinny-dip?"

Sue laughed, her face flushing just a little, and said, "Yeah. I still don't own a bathing suit."

"I sure would like for us to go swimming right now," I said.

"Well, I've already told you I don't have a bathing suit and you don't have one, either, so I guess we're just out of luck."

"We could go skinny-dipping, like you say you do."

Sue's face turned red and she said, "Donny, I sure know the difference between girls and boys now, and a good-looking boy like you surely does, so we couldn't do that."

Undaunted and still practically panting to see more of Sue's body, I said, "We could swim in our underwear. That wouldn't show any more than a bathing suit does."

Sue's eyes kind of narrowed and I could tell she was thinking about my suggestion. Finally, she said, "Well, maybe we could. You're right, the way bathing suits are today, our underwear would cover more than they do. Okay, we'll do it. But not a word about it to your mother. She'd skin me alive if she knew we did such a thing."

I took my hand and made like I was zipping my mouth. "Not a word. You have my solemn oath."

Having made up her mind, she was almost like a kid, eager to get on with it. She stood up and pulled the tee-shirt over her head and unbuttoned the waist of her shorts. The shorts were tight and she had to wriggle her hips to get them off. Seeing her there in her panties and bra, her hips squirming like that made me forget that I was supposed to be undressing too. Sue saw me staring and said, "Now cut that out, Donny. I'm already a little embarrassed--don't make it any worse."

I pulled off my shirt and started lowering my pants so that I would be dressed in just my Jockey shorts. I realized then that I had a real problem. My cock was hard and throbbing and my state of arousal would be obvious to Sue. Turning my back, I managed to cram my cock down into the crotch of my shorts so at least I didn't look like I had a fat saugage pole stuck in my shorts. Some bulge still showed, but maybe Sue would just think I was well developed.

Half way presentable, I ran down to the water and waded in. Being in first would give me a change to look at Sue without appearing to be staring. I turned around and watched Sue as she carefully inched her way to the water, wincing a little as the rocks hurt her feet. It was a good thing I had my cock tucked in secure because just watching her coming toward me, white panties and bra on, would have turned the front of my shorts into a tent. "Come on in, the water's just great," I said. Talking to her required me to face her, and that's exactly what I wanted to do. This was the first time I had ever seen a girl in her underwear, and even though I couldn't see any more than I could have if she had on a bathing suit, just the thought of it's being underwear excited me beyond any point I had been before then.

Sue waded out a little way and sat down in the water, submerging herself to a level that her breasts were just at the water line. They bobbed up and down, as if they were floating on the surface, and my hands itched to reach out and feel them, to discover for the first time what it felt like to put my hand on a girl's flesh. I knew, though, that doing that would probably make her more than a little angry, and that she would want to get out right then. All I wanted was to stay there with her as long as possible, drinking in the sight of her creamy skin and reveling in the idea that I was so close to an almost-nude girl.

I dog-paddled over to her and sat in the water alongside her. She had a smile on her face and I knew that she was having fun. I said, "I can see why you like this place--it's a super swimming hole. Is it deeper in the middle?"

Sue said, "Yeah, quite a bit. Come on, I'll show you." She paddled out a ways and stood up, the water almost up to her neck. I came out by her and stood, too. We were so close that when she turned toward me her breast brushed my arm, its firm weight pressing against it. She didn't seem to pay any attention, and I was very happy about that. She said, "It's even deeper than this right out here," and stepped toward the middle of the pond. Suddenly, she went completely under, her head disappearing under the surface. Instinctively, I reached out for her, my arms and hands extended, to pull her back up. I ducked under the water and grabbed her under the armpits and lifted her up. When I did, she fell back against me and my hands slipped around to her front, each hand cupping one of her round, firm breasts. I couldn't help myself--I squeezed and kneaded them, gently massaging them through the fabric of her bra.