Magdalena, Chapter 3

by Jackie

Magdalena's vision was not clear but through the haze of her post orgasmic world she watched her aunt reach behind her back and slide the zipper down. The forty-eight year old body was quite remarkable but the hard work and sensible eating were lost on the twelve year old. For her anyone who had graduated high school was old, beyond that she really didn't think much about age, or its ravages. Tammy slid the yellow sundress off her shoulders and hung it by the spaghetti straps from one of the hooks beside the bathroom door. Meg watched quietly in her ripped kitten panties, which were now wet and clingy. The full mature breasts wobbled and swayed with her aunt's movements. For some reason the girl could not define she felt that crampy feeling below her tummy when her father's older sister bent at the waist to step into her gold one piece suit. The full melons swung pendulously from her chest as she worked the stretchy fabric up over her hips. Tammy slipped her arms through the straps and pulled the gold lame material up over her shoulders. The sight of the older woman reaching inside the shinny suit to adjust her boobs into the supportive cups sent a shiver through the youngster's pussy. The crotch panel of the bathing costume looked incredibly narrow as the large French cut leg holes crossed her well padded hips just below her hip bone. It made the forty-eight year old's legs look a mile long.

Aunt Tammy completed her preparations with a tug here and a pull there, and then turned her attention to her sedentary niece. She took the girl's suit out of her mini backpack and said "Come on honey ... I thought you wanted to go swimming." Meg didn't move still transfixed on the contours of the beautifully proportioned body scantily covered in shiny gold. Tammy encouraged the preteen to her feet and crouched to remove the well worn and erotically deteriorated underpants. The operation put her face inches from the still swollen and leaky pubescent vulva. The pink slit trimmed with just a trace of light colored fur made her yearning clit twitch wildly. Too make matters worse the delicate fragrance of the girl's recent orgasm was still very noticeable. Tammy inhaled the sweet perfume and wondered how she was ever going to make it through the day like this. 'I'm gonna have to sneak off at some point and attend to this problem' she decided.

Squeezing the slender adolescent body into the one size too small swimwear turned out to be more of a chore than she'd expected. It felt a little like stuffing a sausage. She finally managed to get the suit as much in place as possible, took a step back and had to bite her lip to suppress the groan. 'It might be less sexy if she were naked' the horny middle aged woman concluded. 'Paint would do a better job of covering her assets.' Tammy grabbed the towels before she was completely overcome. "Let's go sweetie" she chirped and headed out the door onto the side lawn.

They splashed around in the water for a few minutes before Tammy decided the early season lake was a little too cool for her tastes. Climbing out, she draped the large beach towel with the tropical motif around her shoulders and sat on the end of the dock, with her feet dangling over the side. She watched her niece swim out twenty yards or so free-style and was impressed by the fluid power of the girl's stoke. Fifty or sixty feet away the preteen executed a smooth flip turn and headed back toward the shore using a breast stroke. Half way back she transitioned seamlessly to the back stroke. Magdalena was showing off. Her aunt was more than impressed. 'She's not only got a lot of skill but it looks like she has talent as well' the woman in the gold lame one piece suit recognized. As the twelve year old passed close to the dock the older woman was treated to a spectacular view of the well defined hemispheres of the round adolescent butt. The faded green suit was even more transparent wet; if that was possible. The sight thrilled the middle aged lifeguard and the urge to relieve the tension the girl had created re-asserted itself. Supremely confident of her niece's aquatic skills she determined that, short of a muscle cramp or a shark attack, her life guarding attention was not going to be required. She allowed her attention to drift back to the matter of her sexual arousal.

Tammy looked back over her shoulder and was pleased that she couldn't see anyone. Even Rick had apparently abandoned the deck's railing in favor of a more comfortable seat. From this perspective she was out of sight. 'If I can't see them then they can't see me' she rationalized and slipped her fingers under the leg elastic of her bathing costume leg hole. Her fingers engaged the cool pulpy feel of her swollen labia and she shivered. In truth she had no worries about being observed. With the towel draped over her, the only part of her visible from the deck fronting the chalet was her matted brown hair. Wiggling her fingers she was able to separate the folds and penetrate into the steamy interior. The vestibule of her vagina felt even hotter in comparison with the lake water chilled exterior. The slippery wetness she found inside was certainly not water.

Waves of pleasure rose from her womanhood under the constricted diddling. Meg was still swimming back and forth alternating strokes. 'Maybe I can move the resolution of my problem up in the schedule' Aunt Tammy thought 'but it'll never work like this.' With her left hand she tugged the narrow crotch panel to the side. The stretchy fabric was very compliant and folded itself into her groin exposing her aching vulva. Two fingers of her right hand separated her lips, and the center digit stroked from the gooey well at her entrance to the miniature acorn at the top of the spongy crease. The first and long awaited contact with her attention starved love button made her shudder and started the electrostatic discharges flashing behind her closed eye lids. Her head tossed back she groaned deeply in pleasure. Time was suspended. Tammy had no idea how long she had been stroking her clit but something, maybe it was a latent maternal instinct, maybe it was just a well developed sense of responsibility made her open her eyes. The delicious sensations that were coursing through her were suddenly replaced with concern. 'Where's Meg?' she scanned the mirror smooth surface but there was no sign of the water nymph. Her stomach knotted and panic began to set in as she searched all around her.

She was just about to callout when Magdalena's head broke the surface of the water directly between her widely spread thighs. The feeling of relief was so mind-boggling she felt almost dizzy from it. Looking down into the twelve year olds blonde curls turned into strings surrounding her smiling face and wide blue eyes Tammy's heart skipped a beat; and then it stopped. The girl's gaze had dropped from her face to her crotch. Aunt Tammy realized that her niece was now looking at her pussy from about a foot away. The older woman's left hand was still holding the crotch piece of her gold suit aside while the fingers of her right hand separated the plump labial folds exposing the inner pinkness. Some reflex action had halted the middle digit's caress of her pleasure center so her exposed clit was sticking out like a red jelly bean from between the retracted vulva. She'd exposed her womanhood to the preteen before but she was semi-pissed at the time so this was quite different; not to mention ten or twelve feet closer.

Meg's eyes, as wide as they naturally were, grew even wider as she took in the erotic spectacle. Her own well massaged pussy jumped and twitched at the sight. Once again time seemed to be suspended. neither of them would have been able to guess how long the pose lasted. The aquatic phenom had an impulse to kiss the wet looking pink flesh. She'd never know where the thought came from but in the exuberance of youth she simply reacted to her whim. When her niece's lips made contact with her splayed lips Tammy amazed herself by being able to swallow the scream of joy that shot up from her diaphragm. Even though the rest of the family was not looking a scream would certainly draw their attention. The adolescent then took the notion to replicate the kissing technique her aunt had introduced her too just before their swim. She stuck her tongue into the hot moist tunnel. The little tongue didn't penetrate very far but it didn't have to. The incursion extracted a groan so deep from the seated woman that her pubescent companion pulled back in surprise and fear that she'd done something wrong.

Impolitely smacking her lips with the pungent sweet juice from her aunt's leaky vulva Meg raised her eyes to get assurance that everything was OK. Aunt Tammy could feel the unstoppable surges of impending orgasm and wanted to be catapulted over the top, not just slide over as her current situation would produce. Without really taking into account the inexperience of her lover she whispered "Oh my God, suck it ... please suck my clit" Magdalena did not have all the terminology down but being the bright youngster that she was she focused in on the rubbery nub at the top of the pulsating crease. She knew it was the same as the one at the top of her own slit, only bigger. She also knew the mind blowing pleasure that resulted when she stroked hers. The thought of having it sucked made her girlhood clench at the same time she wrapped her lips around the tumid lump of nerve ending packed flesh. Again without knowing, why her tongue poked at and tested the firmness of the older woman's hot spot while she compliantly applied suction. This time restraint was impossible. The scream that escaped Tammy as her niece applied her mouth to her launch button would be heard on the other side of the lake. The forty-eight year old body spasmed and shook with ecstasy as her mind went into the other dimension.

The result up at the chalet was predictable all five of them jumped to their feet and sprang to the railing of the deck. Several of them shouted; what happened or what's wrong? The strain on their faces depicted the panic in their hearts. Looking down all they saw at first was Tammy's towel draped back. In a moment of brilliant inspiration Meg slid sideways from between her aunt's legs so she could be seen by the congregation. "It's OK" the preteen explained "I snuck up from under the dock and tickled Aunt Tammy's feet. I guess I scared her." The explanation drew hysterical laughter from the relieved group looking down from the chalet. Frank Fitzsimons baritone guffaws drown out every one else's. When he could stop laughing long enough her large ruddy brother-in-law called down,

"Hey Tammy are you expecting to have Richard Dreyfus or Robert Shaw come up and tap you on the shoulder" [referring to the actors from the original Jaws movie]. In the post orgasmic fog the older woman was vaguely aware of Magdalena's spectacular save. With incredible effort she managed to retort

"Get stuffed Frank!" and then returned to the land of bliss that she was currently touring.

Tammy was still feeling the warm contentment when she and her talented niece rejoined the rest of the family beside the now smoking barbeque. "Wow, Meg is an amazing swimmer" the brunette in the yellow sundress informed the group upon their arrival.

"Yeah" her father agreed "We've been told by her phys-ed teacher that we should really look into professional coaching for her. Her teachers think she has like Olympic potential"

"I'm certainly no expert but she definitely impressed me" Tammy returned with double meaning.

"When did ya say you're headed back" Frank said to Rick as he flipped the steaks.

"I need to be back in the office by Thursday so we'll have to leave early, day after tomorrow." Meg felt her heart sink into her sandals. As much as she loved her Aunt Tammy before it had now taken on a whole new dimension. The twelve year old slipped away to the washroom down stairs and had a good cry. Tammy's heart was just as heavy but she summoned up the inner strength built by more than one sad parting and pressed on.

That evening they returned to the city in darkness. Magdalena cried herself to sleep, while Tammy submitted to Rick's over stimulated limbic system down the hall. Thirty years of marriage and an unusually high sex drive enabled her to satisfy her husband quickly and take some amount of pleasure for herself. Rick fell a sleep within seconds of pulling his sloppy penis out of his wife's well used pussy. Tammy let her own tears roll off her cheek onto the pillow until sleep finally over took her.

It was disappointing but not unexpected that Tammy and Meg got no quality time the next day. There was always someone else there, or hovering near by. Their embrace in the driveway on the Gibbons' day of departure did not raise questions. The sorrowful good byes all seemed natural to everyone else but the specially linked pair.

Magdalena's melancholy lasted for a week. What finally pulled her out of the separation blues was lust. She restarted her teasing exhibitionist games again which made her as horny as hell. At school, at the mall, wherever she was, she took every opportunity to flash her girlhood testing the reactions. Every night and more often on weekends she fingered herself to reasonably satisfying climaxes. She had to conclude that for the maximum thrill, though, you needed a partner. Memories of Aunt Tammy's talented touch added fuel to her masturbation sessions.

After a couple of weeks of the daily diddling a serious problem developed. It hurt when she peed. She tried to ignore it hoping it would go away. She even stopped playing with her needy little coochie because it had become tender and kinda stung when she stroked it. None of her friends at school seemed to be showing an interest in anything sexual so she felt all alone in her dilemma. The right thing to do would have been to confess her problem to her mother, at least the painful peeing part. She knew that, but she wasn't prepared for the questions that might arise. She thought about trying to call Aunt Tammy but changed her mind. It really wasn't fair to saddle her aunt with the problem; long distance. No she'd gotten herself into this fix she was going to be responsible enough to find a way out of it.

What was needed was simple. She had to get a doctor to diagnose the problem and give her treatment. It was simple if you're an adult not so easy when you're a minor; at least not if you intend to keep the malady between you and the doctor. Going to their family physician wasn't an option. It was too far away for her to get there on her own and there would inevitably be questions about why she was making the appointment and not her mother. There was the emergency department at the hospital but that had similar drawbacks. It was too far away and likely to result in the examination and treatment being reported to her parents as a matter of procedure. The bright youngster searched for a palatable option.

Days went by and itchiness was developing that was driving her mad. She excused herself from class one morning to go to the washroom where she could cleanse her troubled girlhood which seemed to help temporarily. On her way to the little girl's room she passed miz Sullivan the school nurse going the opposite direction. Boom! One of her amazing inspirations, the cute young redheaded nurse had always seemed to be very friendly. Once a year or so ago when she'd skinned her knee at recess miz Sullivan had cleaned and dressed the abrasion while she sat on the examination table sobbing. Interestingly the tumble in the schoolyard happened to coincide with her bath-time experimentation moratorium. The scrapped knee occurred the week after she'd kinda scared herself by touching her cookie with intent for the first time.

She remembered that miz Sullivan seemed to need her skirt to be hiked up awfully far to clean up her cuts. That was quite a bit before her decision to become a flasher, but thinking back on the first aid experience now, she realized that the expression on the nurse's face when her panties became exposed was very similar to some of her best flashing reactions. She also remembered the thrill she'd felt when miz Sullivan's small soft hands had sort of wandered up her inner thigh during the emergency treatment. Magdalena resolved to explore the potential solution right after class. For reasons she didn't understand the thought of confiding her personal problem to the petit redhead was causing that wonderful tingly feeling that she felt when she was exposing herself to over-ride the annoying itch.