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Young Nephew

... offered Tristan, with a slightly shy but disarming smile. "Yesterday, I rented a scooter for the week. Tomorrow's the wedding, but after that, we can explore the area together -- it's so beautiful, and I know all the best places." Doris was flattered and happily accepted her handsome nephew's kind offer. The next day, the f****y were abuzz with the excitement of Amelie and her fiancé's big event. Amelie looked absolutely beautiful in an understated white wedding dress and delicate baby's breath flowers in her hair. Doris had chosen a simple, tasteful A-Line dress in a Summery, mauve chiffon. She worried that the synched belt and slightly lower cut drew too much attention to her bust, but the dress was mercifully cool to wear in the Spanish heat, and it made her feel attractive. The flowy hem made her less conscious about what she perceived to be a larger behind. The ceremony felt intimate and was as beautiful as the blushing bride. Afterwards, the thirty or so guests congregated in a lovely reception room with an expansive patio overlooking the ocean. Once again, the champagne flowed freely, and everyone in attendance seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Doris loved weddings because they were such happy events -- people looked their best and everyone was in a good mood. Music was provided, and people soon began to take advantage of the dance floor. In deference to the older members of the group, the music began with was an assortment of jazz and Latin tunes suitable ...

... for pairs. Doris was happily chatting with her s****r when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She turned around in her chair to face a beaming Tristan. "May I have this dance, Auntie Doris?" he asked, ever the polite gentleman. Doris had found herself admiring her young nephew from the moment he first appeared that morning in his slim-fitting black suit. He really was a gorgeous young boy, and in addition to being fairly tall, he looked like a young movie star in that well-tailored suit. For some women, a man in a suit holds the same level of appeal as a woman in lingerie does for a man, and Doris counted herself in that number. So when Tristan offered Doris his hand, she smiled and accepted. Doris loved to dance, and it had always been a source of frustration that her ex-husband so obviously did not. On occasions such as this, she would have normally spent the night sitting at her table, so it was a welcome and genuine pleasure that she found herself with such an eager young dance partner. Tristan was quite adept, too -- so much the better. They danced together for several songs, and Doris enjoyed the closeness and her nephew's lovely-smelling cologne. In truth, it wasn't just dancing that Doris missed. Since her divorce, there had been only intermittent dating, and nowhere near the amount of affection, romance, or zesty lovemaking that she craved. She had always been somewhat frustrated in that regard, since her husband's sex drive never came close to matching her own. But ...