She looked at me, and then looked away again. “So I tell Doug, ‘That never stopped you before. Don’t let a little thing keep you from all that refreshing blue water there. You earned it. A little skinnydippin’ is a tradition in these parts. You know that!’ He looked like he was going to say ‘no’ but I put my hands on my hips and gave him my stern look. So he says ‘Only if you come in too, Aunt Gail!'”
Technically, Gail wasn’t his aunt, but he had called her that for his whole life.
“So’s I say ‘no’ but he keeps after me telling me that I deserve to cool off too. So, he talks me into it and I tell him I DO have a bathing suit that fits and I’ll be right back with towels. I had just bought that cute suit, the one we picked out at Macy’s.”
We had shopped two weeks before that. I had gone for a one piece, aqua-blue with translucent bubbles. Gail had opted, at my goading, for a string bikini: tasteful, but very sexy. Although it generously covered her curvaceous figure, it had a tantalizing string tie between her boobs, and one on each hip to hold things together. It was light green with multicolored tropical fish schooling through it. She looked fabulous in it.
“It was the first time I tried it on at home. Even still had to cut the tags off. I looked at myself in the mirror and had to admit I looked good. I had wondered if Doug would notice, then thought it was a strange thing to dwell on.”
“Doug was already in the water and gave a wolf whistle when he saw me. It made me laugh, but feel really good—yanno like relieved that I wasn’t trying too hard to still look sexy. He said ‘Wow! You look great, Aunt Gail. You and Mom really scored big. She showed me hers last week.'”
It was true. While trying my new suit on and doing a similar mirror assessment, Doug had walked by my bedroom and given me a similarly welcomed opinion. “Not too much?” I had asked. Doug had said, “You kiddin’, Mom! You rock that thing. You have such a great body; you should be showin’ it off!”
I hadn’t thought about “showing it off” but it had felt good to get the compliment, even if it’s from your own son, who’s biased as hell. I had worked hard to keep my weight down to my goal of 135. At 5’8″ I thought I carried it well.
Gail was no slouch herself. She was four inches shorter and about fifteen to twenty pounds lighter. That made her 34D’s look all the more impressive on her small frame. Much more eye-catching than my 36C’s.
But I prided myself on being the more toned, while Gail was soft and curvy.
Gail continued with her account:
“I put down the towels on a beach chair and walked over to where Doug was swimming. Although I could tell that he was naked, the water made it impossible to see much detail. ‘Dive in, Aunt Gail!’ Doug’s eyes took in all the details of my bathing suit, as I later found out.”
“I didn’t want to chance a dive on the first tryout of my new bathing attire, so I tenderly climbed down the ladder. I was surprised that Doug was right behind me when I got all the way in. ‘Feels great, Auntie, I’m glad we’re swimming together.'”