“That’s the trouble: I wasn’t thinking; I was reacting. My body was reacting. You know how long it had been, you know what I’d gone through with Vance. I had been fragile to begin with, and now with the twins graduating … It just wasn’t a good time.”
She put her face in her hands and cried. I moved over and hugged her until she stopped. “You don’t have to say any more.”
“But, I want to I want to get it out. As much as I can bear to explain anyway. So Doug climbs out and turns. I looked up at him for a long time. Part of it was looking and part of it was hesitating getting out of the water naked. I knew it was useless to beg for my long-lost bikini.”
“Doug walked to the chaise and got a big white bath towel and came back to the ladder. I was still frozen at the bottom of it. He said ‘I thought you were cold’ and held a hand out to me. I took it and somehow my feet found the rungs. Then, there I was, naked, and facing Doug—naked. ‘Turn around’ he said and I did and then very gently he brushed the towel along my back and over my shoulders. I had my eyes closed like I was in a trance. The cold water and now the hot sun blazing down on me, Doug’s closeness … it was all so intoxicating … I was so confused. I wanted it to stop and I didn’t … all at the same time. Don’t you see?”
I must have been shaking my head “no” because Gail gave and big sigh like she was going to give up. “Then what happened?” I asked—I don’t know why because I wasn’t sure I really needed to know what happened next.
“Doug took his time drying me off: my back, then my arms, then he reached around and dried my stomach and breasts—then, still behind me he reached with the towel down lower …”
She stopped and took another drink of her coffee.
“Lower until I felt his hand brush the towel on my right inner thigh. As quick as I could I changed my stance so my feet were as close together as I could get them. ‘That’s enough, young man’ I told him in my best parenting voice, but he only said ‘Aunt Gail, move your feet apart so I can dry ALL of you’. I did.”
She looked at me, maybe for hope or forgiveness—maybe just for a hint of understanding. I don’t know what my face showed her, but she continued:
“Doug’s hand finished with my inner thigh, and now, on route to the other thigh, rested on my pussy, my naked pussy. All that came between him and me was that towel. He lightly rubbed it back and forth—side-to-side—then with increased pressure he rubbed front to back, then again front to back. My knees went weak, and if he hadn’t had an arm around my waist, I would have collapsed onto the lawn. ‘Aunt Gail, this sun’s getting to you. We’d better go inside’ he said into my ear, then kissed my neck.”
“Then he added ‘Now you dry me’ and he turned me around to face him. ‘Doug, you’re a big boy. Dry yourself’ I told him. He just laughed and handed me the towel. With the sun shining down on his wet body, he looked like a Greek God. He handed me the towel and I gave his shoulders a quick wipe and then his chest. ‘There’ I said and turned to go into the house. ‘You forgot my stomach and legs.'”