Still, an all too familiar ache bubbled up inside me.I turned on my bedside lamp and watched my husband. He was such a handsome man, with strong chise...ed features. He was a footballer back in college, and the years did not rob him of his bulk.I let myself take an absurd moment to think about Scott too. He was driven, intelligent and muscular too. Scott didn’t need to do any extracurricular activities in school, but he was an active boy. He was good at rugby and football and also dabbled in. He hadn't been skinny dipping since ... now that he thought of it, he had never been skinny dipping. The closest he had ever come was sitting naked with Allison in the hot tub back home. He wasn't sure if he liked the idea of being exposed to the world like that; there was no guarantee that someone wouldn't happen along and see him. Of course, the last two times they had been to this campsite, they had had it all to themselves, and especially now that the season was pretty much over, that meant. So without thinking I undid the two buttons that were level with the backpack and watch.As I undid the buttons her blouse fell wide open as the next button holding her blouse was about waist height, there was no way this position could be anything else but erotic for me. My hands were rubbing her breasts and her blouse was wide open and I could easily see the large dark brown button nipples and the large round areolas on the ends of her wonderfully pert boobs which at a quick guess would be. I dreaded to imagine the kind of torture she could inflict in this room. ‘Now be a good little niece and undress your aunt.’ I nodded after a second. She turned around and I pulled down the zipper on her dress, fumbling a bit until I got it down all the way. She didn’t move a muscle, so I had to brush the fabric over her shoulders and slide it down her arms. When she stepped out of it and exposed her pale body, I just stood there, not knowing what to do with it, staring at her, at the.