"Well, here we are!" she announced, pulling the big Chrysler up the driveway. As soon as the girls had gone inside, she took Kendall along to the guest house to give him a tour. When he mentioned that the plane ride had given him a few kinks, that he might like to do some yoga to stretch them out, Roslyn could hardly keep still.
"Kendall," she began, eyes downcast in reverence for the seriousness with which he took his exercises, "would it be okay if your creaky old aunt joined you in a little yoga too?"
"You're not creaky and you're not old," Kendall scolded her.
She went to hug him for the compliment.
"I need somebody like you around," she laughed. "You make me feel young again." There was a youthful heat coming through Kendall's thin shirt. She was sure to let him feel her big, round breasts. Maybe he'd remember that time when he'd been so young. The time he'd slept naked against her flesh.
"I guess I could do yoga in my skivvies."
"This is silly," she said, trying her best to sound completely matter-of-fact. "Everybody knows that yoga is best when done in the nude. I never wear a stitch," she lied. Usually she did wear tights.
"Yeah but…"
"Yeah but nothing. We're both adult."
Kendall looked a little abashed. He shrugged, smiling. "Okay with me I guess. I sure could use some yoga after sitting in that plane."
"I'll be back in a flash," Roslyn said.
And she was. She returned to the guesthouse wearing only a pair of bright-blue nylon jogging shorts and a halter top. She meant to shuck both of them as soon as possible. As she went in, she knocked politely and Kendall came to the door with a shy smile. He was wearing only a silk g-string kind of thing. It cupped his cock and balls and was held up by thin cords that circled his waist and thighs.