Benjamin wasn't dumb enough to think Amelia didn't want him to see. If she really didn't, she'd just hop out of the car to change.
The fact she was doing it right there meant she didn't give a damn if he saw her or not.
With Benjamin's eyes glued to her, Amelia slowly started unbuttoning her shirt. Soon enough, she was down to just a black lace bra, her skin on full display, and that deep cleavage of hers was like a black hole, pulling him in.
Benjamin gulped, torn between looking away and soaking in the view. Just as he was stuck in indecision, Amelia reached back to unhook her bra. The cramped car made it tricky, and she was struggling a bit.
Even though Amelia told Benjamin not to peek, her actions said otherwise. When she turned and caught him staring at her chest, she didn't get mad. In fact, she seemed kinda pleased and teased, "Benjamin, you're all grown up, haven't you seen a woman's body before?"
Amelia asked if he had a girlfriend, and Benjamin said no. But Amelia didn't buy it. A good-looking guy like him? No way he didn't have someone to snuggle with. Young folks these days, even if they're not official, they still get it on.
"Never before!" Benjamin admitted. He'd never seen a woman's body in real life, only on his computer. He'd been with Sophia recently, but that was new, so technically, he wasn't lying.
Amelia chuckled, "So you're still a virgin?"
Being in her thirties, Amelia joked around without a care, saying whatever popped into her head.
Benjamin hesitated, not sure how to respond. Seeing him all flustered, Amelia's smile grew wider, "Alright, Aunt Amelia was just kidding. Help Aunt Amelia unhook the bra, will ya?"
She turned her back to him.
Benjamin had seen it done in videos, but doing it for real was a whole different ball game.
It took forever to unhook her bra. He was so nervous he almost ripped it off.
Once her chest was free, her breasts bounced out, with two pinkish-purple nipples standing out. The sight hit Benjamin like a truck.
Luckily, Amelia quickly slipped into her swimsuit. It was even skimpier than the bra, making her look even hotter. After changing the top, she moved on to the bottom. This time, she didn't ask for help. She just reached under her skirt and pulled out a black lace thong.
She put on her swimsuit bottoms the same way. Finally, she took off her skirt, "Benjamin, hurry up and change into your swimsuit!"
Benjamin felt a bit awkward and said, "Aunt Amelia, why don't you step out for a sec? I'll be quick."
He didn't dare change in front of her, worried she'd notice his arousal.
Amelia laughed, "Benjamin, are you shy now? What's there to be shy about in front of Aunt Amelia? I, a woman, am not embarrassed to change in front of you, so why are you, a man, afraid? Afraid that Aunt Amelia will eat you up?"
Benjamin thought, 'I wouldn't mind if you did, but I'm afraid you couldn' t handle it!'
"Aunt Amelia, you said it yourself. If you see something you shouldn't, don't blame me!"
Benjamin pulled off his T-shirt, showing off his muscular build. When he took off his pants, Amelia's eyes widened at the sight of his bulge, and she swallowed hard.
Benjamin's package was huge! Amelia's mind went blank. Compared to her ex-husband's, Benjamin's was massive. Just one look through his underwear left her stunned.
Benjamin figured Amelia would hop out of the car to dodge the awkwardness, so he started to drop his pants to switch into swim trunks.
But then he caught Amelia staring right at his crotch. He wasn't too fazed, but he worried she might think he was, you know, getting excited.
To his shock, Amelia piped up, "Hey Benjamin, let Aunt Amelia help you with those swim trunks!"
Amelia was curious to see the monster in Benjamin's pants. She always thought all guys were pretty much the same down there, but this was a whole new ball game.
Benjamin felt a bit awkward, especially since he was still, uh, standing at attention. It'd be super embarrassing if Amelia saw it!
"Aunt Amelia, I got this, really!" Benjamin tried to turn down her offer, but Amelia just grinned and said, " What's the big deal? I've seen it all before. Don't be shy! Your dad's not around, so it's my job to look after you."
Without waiting for his okay, Aunt Amelia reached over, grabbed his waistband, and started sliding his underwear down. Benjamin thought, if she's cool with it, why should I stress? So he arched his back and let her do her thing.
Halfway through, Amelia's hand shook because Benjamin's underwear couldn't hold back the beast, and it sprang out like a jack-in-the-box.
Amelia's heart was pounding, her eyes wide in disbelief. Benjamin was young, but he was packing some serious heat. She wondered which woman could even handle that. She kept these thoughts to herself.
After Benjamin got his swim trunks on, Amelia was still in shock.
"Aunt Amelia, let's go swim!" Benjamin snapped her out of it, and she locked the car before they headed to the reservoir. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow on the water, making it shimmer.
They both jumped in. Benjamin swam like a pro, doing all kinds of strokes until he stopped in the middle of the reservoir. The cool water finally calmed him down.
Amelia swam too, but she was way slower. It took her a few minutes to catch up. The water was deep, so she had to tread water to keep her head above the surface. "Benjamin, I didn't know you were so strong. What have you been up to abroad?"
Benjamin knew spilling the beans would blow Amelia's mind. His gigs usually involved taking out or protecting some pretty high-profile folks— politicians, drug lords, even a princess from Evergladea, though he didn't even know it at the time.
He always worked through middlemen. As long as the cash hit his account, he didn't care who the target was.
"What if I told you I've been doing construction work abroad?" Benjamin joked.
Amelia laughed, "You're such a joker. Let's head to the edge of the reservoir to swim and chat. It's too tiring out here."
"Sure thing, Aunt Amelia. With a figure like yours, you must swim a lot. How about a race to the shore?"
If they raced freestyle, Amelia wouldn't stand a chance. So Benjamin suggested, "Aunt Amelia, you can swim however you want. I'll do backstroke and won't even use my hands. Deal?"
Amelia agreed, "Alright, let's race. Aunt Amelia isn't afraid of losing to you!"
She quickly turned and started swimming towards the shore. Benjamin floated on his back, kicking his feet like oars to move forward.
Even then, he held back. If he went all out, he'd beat her no matter what. Amelia's strokes were graceful, her legs splashing water, her arms moving rhythmically.
As they got close to the shore, Amelia suddenly screamed, "My foot!"
Benjamin whipped around and saw Amelia sinking. He dove in, grabbed her waist, and lifted her to the surface. "Aunt Amelia, you okay?"
Her body pressed tightly against his, and his muscular frame made her feel safe. She shook her head, "I'm fine, just a cramp in my foot!"
"I'll get you to the shore. It's too dangerous here!" With one arm around her, Benjamin swam to the shore. When he could stand, the water reached his chest.
Amelia hooked her arm around his neck, looking at him warmly. Her other hand, hidden underwater, slid down his abdomen until she grabbed the massive thing between his legs.