Part 1

I woke up at two am needing to pee. The bathroom lay across the hall from my bedroom door, and in the dark hall I saw a bar of light across the bottom of the door. I looked down the hall, toward my sister's room, and saw the door at the end open, and a dim light lit the room. My sister was getting married in two days, and my mother assigned her older sister, my Aunt Margaret, to her room while she was in town for the wedding. My Aunt Margaret occupied the bathroom I needed to use. Wearing only boxer shorts, I pulled back into my room and left the door open a crack to wait until she finished.

I heard the toilet flush and peeked through the gap. The bathroom door opened and a naked Aunt Margaret walked into the hallway. I had never seen a live nude woman before. Aunt Margaret turned off the light and walked down the hallway to her room. I pulled open the door more to follow her shadow down the hall. As she walked into her room she turned the room light on giving me a clear view of her naked ass. She glanced over her shoulder, gave me a little wave and a grin, turned off her light, and shut the door.

I almost slammed the door in closing it. I stepped back panting. Shit, she saw me. I quickly reviewed what I had seen to commit it to memory. The wide ass bobbing I saw as she walked into her room and shut the door I wrote in indelible ink in my memory. Recalling the first view of her coming out of the bathroom with a clear view of her large breasts that sagged and swayed. I reviewed each little motion to remember always. Her wave and grin puzzled me. She should have been embarrassed that her fifteen-year-old nephew had seen her naked, but she acted as if she had dolled up for a wedding, proud to show off her dress.

My fifty-year-old Aunt Margaret was an enigma to her nieces and nephews. A short and wide woman with always a ready smile she appeared a few times a year at family functions. The enigma centered on my mother and father's treatment of her. They always treated her publicly with great courtesy, but several times I had heard her name mentioned in whispered tones with the conversation stopping when I came too close.

My mother invited her to stay with us during my older sister's wedding. My sister was staying with two of her bridesmaids so mom put Aunt Margaret in her room. That left only two of us on the second floor as my other sister was at college and driving down the day of the wedding.

I finally got the courage to open the door again; I really did need to pee. I stepped out into the hallway still shaking from riding the wake of Aunt Margaret's nude passage to her room. Her closed door showed no light showed under the sill.

I closed the bathroom door, and then turned on the light. I lifted the lid. It occurred to me that the broad ass I had just seen had been seated on the white oval ring just moments before. I lowed it until I could see the white plastic surface, which seemed no different than always, not even when I ran my finger over it as I tested for any warmth left from her cheeks resting on it.

After pushing it back up I had to push my cock down to hit the bowl. It had been hard since witnessing Aunt Margaret's midnight stroll. The sound of the piss hitting the bowl echoed through the bathroom. It seemed loud enough to be heard all over the house.

As I emptied my bladder I wondered why would she walk down the hall naked. Did she get a thrill from it? She couldn't have known I stood behind the door until she walked out into the hall. She went into the bathroom naked for a reason. The only one I could come up with in my immature understanding of the sexually oddities of grownups was that it turned her on. It sure had turned me on.

Would it? Would it turn me on to walk across the hall naked? I knew I wouldn't know from the state of my dick. It couldn't get harder. Do I dare? Who would know? Aunt Margaret must be asleep again.

I pushed my boxers to the floor and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper. The only way I could learn why my aunt had done what she had done was to do it myself. Taking the doorknob in my hand, I took a deep breath and opened the door. The light from the bathroom lit me up well. My rigid dick preceded me into the hall. I looked down the hall to Aunt Margaret's door, and I saw it wasn't closed any longer. It stood wide open, but darkness filled the opening. I held on to my courage and turned out the light. I opened my room and reached in to turn on the light there. Before disappearing into my doorway I smiled at the room on the end and waved.

I immediately knew why she did it. The sexual energy flowing through me shorted out every inhibition I had. My hand grabbed for my cock and five fast strokes had my sperm flying through the air leaving white lines across my carpet. Did Margaret do this, or the female equivalent, after seeing me? I trembled from the intensity of the feeling. I had had my first taste of exhibitionism, and I decided I liked it a lot.

I woke up the next morning to my mother knocking on my door to get me up. She didn't usually get me up during the summer, but she said I had lots of errands to help with prior to my sister's wedding tomorrow. She went down the hallway and knocked on Aunt Margaret's room too.

Tossing back the covers, I bolted out of bed. My mother went downstairs and I posted myself at my door hoping for a daylight naked walk in the hall. I peeked through a crack in my door and waited. The seconds passed like minutes. I didn't think when I stood there that I was still naked from last night. My cock kept brushing the doorknob, as I stood ready to jump back if my aunt made an appearance.

Ten minutes passed before her door opened. The glimpse I got before I shut mine was of her in white shorts and a white blouse. No details stuck with me as she wasn't naked. I heard the bathroom door close and a minute later the toilet flush. I didn't dare, in the daylight, to try for another peek. I stood by my door waiting for her to leave. Her nude image from the night before passed through my head and another dozen strokes on my cock left my door decorated with white streaks.

I heard her leave ten minutes later. Now, very much into the excitement of my nudity, I opened my door and walked across the hall naked. Knowing my mother would soon come looking for me I showered and used the time for one more quick jerk off. My stroking, and the memory of Aunt Margaret's big ass made me leave a sperm deposit to wash down the drain.

The kitchen was quiet. Mom supervised a griddle full of pan cakes while Aunt Margaret sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee. Clothes do make a difference I decided. My aunt looked so normal in her shorts and blouse. The clothes hid the wonderful body I saw last night and would never forget.

"Morning, Joe." She looked at me warmly with a wide smile on her face.

Her gentle treatment of me led me to return the greeting with a wide smile on my face. My eyes tried to penetrate her garments, to return her to the natural state she showed me last night.

"Come, sit by me, Joe. We haven't talked in ages. Give your aunt a kiss."

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. My nose dove into a cloud of perfume that emboldened me to hold the buss on the cheek for a bit longer than a good nephew would. I inhaled her perfume until my mother pushed me out of the way to deliver pancakes to the table. Aunt Margaret turned to look me in the face and her eyes bored into mine. She was searching for something, looking deep inside me for it. She must have found it as she placed her hand on my check and said, "How, sweet. Georgia, you have the sweetest son."

"I hope so because he's got lots jobs for today." She dropped the pancakes on my plate.

"Aww, mom. Is this going to take all day? I was hoping to play ball today down at the park." Margaret reached across for the coffee pot and I noticed the bumps on the front of her bra. I was getting a boner in the kitchen. I crossed my legs trying to hide the evidence of Aunt Margaret's affect on me.

"You need to help us with this wedding. Your first job is to go with Margaret to the grocery store. She has a long list and many of the things are too heavy for her to lug about. So you're going as her muscles."

The ball park receded into the distance. It passed out of memory swallowed up by the thought of spending the morning with my aunt.

Margaret turned to me and lay her hand on my arm. I could feel each warm finger as it pressed into my flesh. My breathing stopped and all the blood in my body entered my dick.

"Joe, I really need your help. Couldn't you miss just one game to help your old aunt lift some heavy things?" Her eyes melted my brain.

"S-s-s-ure, Aunt M-m-margaret." I had developed a bad stutter since very early this morning.

My mother looked at me oddly. "Are you all right, Joe?"

Not trusting my vocal cords I just nodded.

"You eat breakfast and we'll get started." Aunt Margaret got up and went up stairs. I wolfed down the pancakes and wondered if she would say anything to me about last night.

After finishing breakfast I put the dish in the dishwasher and started upstairs to find my aunt. I met her coming down the stairs. She had changed. Her blouse was now a halter-top that was tied in a knot below her chest. It was completely unbuttoned leaving the inner sides of her breasts bare. My mom would have had a cow if she had seen her. Mom was very conservative and never wore anything like that.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded while desperately trying not to stare at my aunt's lush exposure.

"My convertible is parked on the street. I hope you don't mind that I changed, but it's just too hot out for what I had on. Do you like it? I just bought it yesterday."

"They're-uh, it's beautiful." I took advantage of her question to give her halter-top and breasts a careful look.

She laughed. "It's not too revealing is it?"

I stuttered, "N-n-no."

"Then I imagine you would never say that it was, would you?" She teased me.

"No. I mean yes. No."

When she laughed this time I saw her breasts bounce under the top. "You're so cute. Let's go and get these groceries."

Since I was six months short of a driver's license, I watched my aunt drive her convertible. The car had a stick shift and my aunt's cleavage varied as the to gear she shifted into. Her blonde hair flowed in the breeze as we rode in silence.

I found many interesting things to see on her side of the car as it gave me a chance to glance down on my aunt's bouncing breasts. The size of her breasts pulled the halter straps away from her chest giving me a view of the upper slopes of her soft boobs.

The ride to the first stop, the grocery store, took only about ten minutes. After passing the first half in silence Aunt Margaret turned to me and asked, "Joe, do you know what exhibitionism is?"

The question floated in my mind as I tried to come up with an answer. I thought it might have something to do with sex, but I really wasn't sure so I just replied, "No."

Aunt Margaret drove another half-mile and then said, "Did you think it was strange to see me naked in your hallway last night?"

The correct answer didn't appear to be obvious here. "Yes, eh, no?"

She laughed and rewarded me with the sight of her breasts bouncing with her joy. "Joe, the right answer here is 'yes.' It was strange to see your fifty-year-old aunt walking naked down your hallway."

I was terrified she was going to bring up me being naked too. There was no reason for it that I understood. At the time it had just been something I felt I wanted to do.

She reached over and put her hand on my knee. "Joe, I am an exhibitionist. That's a person who finds it exciting to be naked or near naked in situations where nudity may not be expected. I get a thrill from it."

I had no idea how to respond to this so I offered, "Really?"

Her hand stayed on my knee. "Yes, your uncle Frank and I enjoyed going to places where we would take off our clothes and have fun begin naked."

She looked at me as if expecting a response. Uncle Frank had died two years ago of cancer. My parents had said Aunt Margaret had taken his loss hard. I knew him to be a man who always had a kind word or a bad joke for me. Maybe this was the secret that my parents would discuss when my sister and I were out of earshot. A naked aunt and uncle wouldn't be dinner conversation.

"Really?" At fifteen, what else is there to say?

"Yes, since Frank died I haven't done much. I've stayed at home and played back all our good times in my head over and over. I loved him so much, and I miss him so much." I could see a tear forming and then running down her cheek.

"Last night I had decided that it was time to take a small step. So I undressed in your sister's room and I spent an hour being naked. I walked around the room, I lay on the bed and watched television, and I stood in front of the window looking out over the neighborhood. I had the lights off in the room, so I doubt anyone saw me, but I needed to try and recapture the feeling Frank and I shared in our little hobby."

She looked at me and I just nodded. I thought she must think I had become retarded.

"So when I realized I had to use the bathroom. It was two in the morning and I thought it would be pretty safe. I cinched up my courage and I walked to the bathroom naked. After I did my business I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I decided that I still had a body that I could show off. As I walked back to my room, I noticed your door was open because I could see the light from the street light shine through the crack in the door. I was sure you were watching me. So before I turned off the light I gave you the little wave." She patted my knee. "I liked that. It brought back memories of other times people had seen me naked. You see, Joe, I like people seeing me naked. I like being naked."

She paused to make the turn into the grocery. "When I walked into your sister's room I wanted you to know that I knew you were watching, and what you had seen was not something dirty or to be passed over without an explanation. So I turned on the light to give you a good look, and I waved to let you know I knew you were watching and that it was okay."

I softly said, "It was?"

She chuckled, "Oh, yes, it was. I shut the door to my room happy for the first time since Frank got sick. I felt like a warm wave had passed through me. Did you know I almost went back to the bathroom to talk to you about this?"

"N-n-no." Stuttering was getting to be a habit when talking to Aunt Margaret.

She pulled into a parking space, and then went on. "I opened the door and walked back to the bathroom door still naked. I stood outside the door and then thought I would probably just frighten you. So, I went back to my room and left the door open."

"Aunt Margaret, I'm... eh... sorry about..." I wanted to apologize for walking across the hall naked. That it was a stupid thing to do and I had embarrassed my whole family when I did it.

She put her finger to my lips to signal me to be quiet. "Don't apologize. It was a very brave act."

"It was?"

"Yes, if you hadn't had the courage to act on your impulse you may have spent years finding the same opportunity to express yourself."

"Express myself?" Again, I'm sounding retarded.

"Yes, when you walked that few feet from the bathroom door to your room, didn't it excite you?"

She turned to face me. Her cleavage and her question spurred my courage. "Yes." I said with conviction.

"Did you go into your room and masturbate?"

I started at the question. No one had ever asked me if I masturbated. My parents would have died before asking me such a question. I usually jerked off into the socks I wore that day so my mom would never find any stains on anything.

My courage was up that day and I said, "Yes, before I made it to the bed."

She giggled and said, "Well, last night for the first time in over two years I masturbated too, but I managed to make it to the bed."

I smiled and at that moment I formed my first sexual bond with a woman. My aunt and I shared a common experience that we would share with no one else. My love for my aunt grew from that of a relative I had known since birth to the love of a man for a woman in it's oldest sense of meaning. She may have been my eccentric widowed aunt, but she was a woman, and I loved her for the intimacy we had just shared. She owned me from that moment.

I know she saw what I felt in my eyes. She reached, took my hand in hers, and squeezed it. I returned her pressure.

"Joe, I think we need to buy some groceries. I have the list your mother gave me. Let's go."

I leaped out of the car without opening the door. Her smile at my acrobatics floated me to into the store walking next to her. The hour we spent buying groceries opened me up, and I babbled about everything going on in my life. I told her about how conservative my parents were and how little affection they handed out. The subjects I covered were school, church, and my trials last year trying to make the track team.

I pushed the cart through the store as Aunt Margaret loaded the items from the list. She walked ahead of me, and I took full advantage to inspect her minutely. I knew from her pale skin that she hadn't been outdoors nude in a long time.

As we walked down an aisle by ourselves I asked, "Was it hard, I mean were you nervous the first time you took off your clothes in front of other people?"

Aunt Margaret stopped walking up the aisle and came back to the cart. "Oh yes. Frank and I had been married a couple of years and we were vacationing in California, visiting Frank's sister; she and her husband were what you would call hippies now. They lived in Northern California near the ocean. In the back of their house they had built a large hot tub. This tub could hold ten people easily. We sat in their back yard and passed around a gallon jug of wine. I know that sounds gross, but a the time it people considered it a sharing experience. So, Frank's sister says, let's all get in the hot tub. Frank and I thought this was a good idea, and I stood up to go into the house to put on my suit when his sister just stripped on the spot and got into the tub naked. Her husband was right behind her leaving his clothes over a chair. Frank looked at me; I looked at Frank and started taking my clothes off. Frank stripped too, and we both climbed in. Later I asked Frank if it wasn't a little funny begin nude around his sister. He told me that he had been in the hot tub with them many times naked before we were married. My husband knew they used the tub nude but never warned me. Joe, when I married your uncle I had never been with another man. My bother-in-law became the second man ever to see me naked."

My aunt had to stop telling her tale two or three times as shoppers wandered by. "Do you understand, Joe, that the nudity had nothing to do with sex. The four of us, in the five days we were there, got very comfortable around each other. The last two days there I didn't wear anything. After that Frank and I would find places where we could be naked."

"Where can you be naked?" I was curious. I didn't know of anywhere I could strip down and walk around.

She laughed out loud. "Not many places. Some beaches, places with high fences called nudist camps, and just places far from the crowd of civilization. There's a nudist beach on the coast just a few miles from here. Frank and I used to zip over for an hour or two when we came down to visit your mom and dad."

"Wow. I didn't know that."

"Nude beaches aren't usually advertised on television or take out ads in the paper. People interested in going can easily find them allowing the rest of the public to ignore them."

She looked at me as if weighing her next words. Then she dropped a bomb on me. "Would you like to go to one sometime?"

"You and I?" Almost stuttering again.

"Yes, if you don't mind being seen with an old lady."

I forcefully replied, "You're no old lady, you're lovely!" The words came out in a cloud of innocent conviction.

Aunt Margaret looked startled, then she took my arm and kissed my cheek. "You can't know how much I needed to hear that. It's been a long time since anyone's said something like that."

I was speechless after the touch of her lips on my cheek. The spot her lips touched was warm. "I meant it, Aunt Margaret."

Her eyes gleamed. "I know you did, Joe. Can I ask you to do something for me?"

I would have died for her at that moment. "Anything, Aunt Margaret."

"When we are alone like this would you call me, Maggie? I know when we're with family you have to be properly formal, but when we're talking away from the others, could you?"

My heart soared as I said, "Yes, Maggie." Her name came out as a whisper that floated up to the heavens.

She put her hand on mine still holding the bar across the back of the cart. "Thank you, Joe. Let's get this shopping done."

We walked side-by-side through the rest of the aisles. She and I consulted the list together and filled the cart much too quickly. As I we loaded the groceries into the trunk of the car I found myself watching her shorts stretch across her bottom as she set a bag into the trunk. Bent over she turned back to me and said, "Are you enjoying the view, Joe?"

This time I didn't get the stutters and calmly replied, "Yes, I am."

She stood up and whispered in my ear. "Have a little patience and you may see more."

She giggled at my shocked look. "I'm not making any promises you realize. You just have to take things as they happen."

"I will remember that, Maggie." She beamed at the use of her name.

"Let's get back to the house before your mother thinks I've run off with her only son."

We got back into the car, but this time I rode sideways in the seat facing her. I looked at her directly not afraid of being caught looking at her in what my mother in would consider improperly. At a stop light I asked her, "Were you serious about going to a nude beach with me?"

She paused. I could see her thinking. "Yes, I was."

"When could we go? I don't think there's any free time before the wedding tomorrow."

She thought and said, "Tonight's the rehearsal and the groom's dinner. Afterward there's a party. Every one always drinks too much at these things and can't get up the next morning. I'll come in and wake you up at six. I'll leave a note in the kitchen to your mother telling her that I've forgotten something and need to get it at Wal-Mart. They're open 24 hours here. You were up so I took you along for company. It only takes about twenty minutes to get to the beach. We could stay an hour or so and then make it back before anyone else is up."

The genius of her plan amazed me. It also pushed our conversations about nudity from theory to reality. Tomorrow morning I would have to take my clothes off and walk around other people naked. I guess I shouldn't be so afraid. I do workout a lot and I'm tall for my age, almost six feet.

I did have one major concern. "Maggie, what if I'm with you and I get, eh... excited?"

"You mean if you get a hard on. That's what they're called when your penis gets erect. It's a hard on. Now say it."

I hesitated, and then rephrased the question, "Maggie, what if I get a hard on?"

"You mean like last night?"

I blushed. "Yeah, like last night."

She teased me. "What was that you had last night?"

Chuckling, I said, "I had a hard on, Maggie."

She whistled, "Yes, you did, and it was a nice one."

"It was?"

"Both in size and firmness. You had a class A hard on."

"Stop teasing me, Maggie, what if I get a hard on?"

"You won't. Men almost never get them in situations where everyone is naked. At first you're too nervous, then you're too relaxed. That's what Frank told me once."

"Oh." I didn't fully buy this. It seemed to easy.

She pulled into my driveway and we unloaded the groceries. My mom was on the phone in the kitchen and two of my father's sisters were helping make some potato salad. Mom hung up the phone and ordered, "Joe, get out of here. We have things to do. Go down to the park and play ball."

"Are you sure, Mom? I would be happy to stay and help. You said you had lots for me to do?" I didn't want to leave Maggie for a second.

One of dad's sisters looked up. "Helen, where did you get this boy? My kids never volunteer for anything. Can I take him home?"

Mom laughed, "No, but I might rent him to you sometime. Okay mister, now that you're done making your mom look good, go play ball. Get out of here. Now. We've got it covered."

I ran up the stairs to get my glove. I pulled it out of the equipment box in my room and was stepping into the hall when Maggie came up the stairs. She put a finger over her lips for my silence. She reached behind her neck and pulled on a string. Her halter top came off, and I was looking at my aunt's bare breasts. The full round globes hung down and swayed. The brown nipples contrasted sharply to her pale skin. She kept her finger to her lips as she passed and walked to my sister's room and the end of the hall. She opened the door and turned to face me giving me a very good look. I saw her look down and realized my dick was making my pants bulge out giving her a clear view of the state of my cock. She whispered, "Class A." She undid the button on her shorts and pushed them and her panties to the floor. After picking them up, she turned and went into the room shutting the door behind her.

I stared at the closed door. Stepping back into my room I shut my door. Leaning back against it I unzipped my pants. My hand wrapped around my hard cock and began stroking. I lasted less than two minutes until long streams of cum spewed over my brown carpet. It hurt when I came as my cum flew several feet across the room. I wiped it up with the towel I had left on the bed from my shower that morning.

I headed for the park with my glove in hand, but I wasn't sure I could play baseball today. This was a day for sitting on a park bench and thinking.

I came back at four o'clock. I did play baseball all afternoon. Without the physical exertion and the mental attention required to play the afternoon would have lasted a life time.

My mother was still in the kitchen directing the operations. She had told me earlier that the responsibility for the groom's dinner fell to the groom's family, but with the groom's father divorced and his ex-wife, the groom's mother, under a restraining order my mother took over the responsibility. I looked around and didn't see Maggie, and couldn't think of a way of asking where she was without drawing attention to my request.

I grabbed a Coke from the fridge and went into the family room to watch television. Mom yelled, "Don't get too comfortable, mister. You've got to get dressed soon."

"Okay, mom. I'm just going to watch some of the game."

She appeared in the door way. "Before you start, go up and wake up Margaret. She laid down for a nap and wanted me to wake her in time to get dressed."

My blood boiled. I tried to act normal. "Aw, Mom. The game is just starting."

"Get up stairs and wake her up. You can watch the game in your room while you're getting dressed."

"Okay, mom." I got up trying to create the impression that this task was beyond any reasonable request. I trooped up the stairs when I wanted to fly. The hall was a mile long, but I didn't know what to do when I arrived at her door. Should I knock? Should I just go in? My hand reached and hovered over the brass knob. My fingers closed around it. I turned the slick knob and pushed the door open.

Maggie was lying on the bed naked. I stood in the doorway and stared. Her long blonde hair spilled over the pillow. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. She lay with her legs slightly parted exposing her pussy through her curls. I saw her eyes open, and she smiled at me. She stretched, arching her back like a well fed feline, and said, "Shut the door."

I shut it behind me without taking my eyes off her bare skin. "Maggie?"

"Take your clothes off, Joe." She leaned up on one elbow and her breasts rocked with her movement.

I didn't hesitate. My tee shirt was on the floor before her magnificent breasts came to rest. My shorts followed. My briefs swelled with my erection. I pulled out the front and pushed them around my feet. My heart pounded in my chest as the throbbing shook my chest.

My aunt's eyes took a tour of my body. "You're a handsome man, Joe." She moved to the edge of the bed and sat up. She patted the bed next to her. I sat next to her not sure how to sit with my cock being so obvious in my lap. "Forget about him, Joe. He'll go away on his own. Just relax and concentrate on me."

"Yes, Maggie." Concentrating on her had led to the swelling, but I sat waiting for more wisdom.

She smiled softly at my use of her first name. "Joe, what are you thinking right now? Tell me what it feels like to be sitting by your naked aunt." She saw my eyes move from her eyes to her breasts and back to her eyes. "It's okay to look, Joe. You don't have to steal glances." She turned toward me. "Look at them. Really look at them. Stare at them."