My wife, Stephanie, and I have known George and Ann for many, many years. We met playing tennis at our country club and, over those years, had become best of friends. Along with their 17 year old daughter, Laura, we even vacationed together.
We would often share condos when we would go skiing together in the winters and to the beach during the summers. I watched Laura develop into a gorgeous young woman. She was tall with long blond hair and beautiful tits. They were large (she gets that trait from her mother) and sat up firm and high.
Laura had been flirting with me ever since she was a young girl. Last summer, just after she turned 16 and got her driver’s license, she came to stay with Stephanie and me at our home for a few days. She was on summer vacation and Stephanie, being a teacher, was available as well. The two of them were like big and little sister so they always had fun shopping and doing things together.
One evening during the visit, I was lying supine and flat on the floor in front of the couch that faces the TV set. My back had been giving me hell that day and this was the only way I could get some relief. Laura came out of her room wearing her “sleep uniform”……a pair of panties and a long night shirt that came down to just above her knees. She already had cute boobs developing and, of course, wasn’t wearing a bra. She straddled my head as she sat down on the couch, giving me a good view of her panties.
Once she was seated, she drew her knees up to her chin, put her feet on the couch and pulled the night shirt tight over her knees. Lying on the floor, I had a perfect view between her legs and right up to her fine looking tits. Laura looked down and smiled at me. She knew damn good and well what she was doing.
This past summer, we had gone to the ocean for a five day vacation together and were sharing a two bedroom unit. Laura was always running around in a t-shirt with no bra and very often would openly tempt me. It was everything I could do to resist reaching out for a handful of those gorgeous orbs. I don’t think that George and Ann ever saw their little girl as any more than their little girl. Even Stephanie didn’t pick up on the moves that Laura was making on me. But I sure did.
The five of us were on the beach the first full day of our vacation. Laura was wearing a tiny bikini but, with her firm 17 year old body, she certainly could get away with it. She was lying on the blanket next to me when Stephanie suggested that we all take a stroll on the boardwalk. George and Ann agreed that it was a great idea but Laura insisted that she wanted to stay to continue to work on her tan. She cooed “Will you stay and keep me company, Uncle Mac?”.
I’m really not Laura’s uncle but she started calling me Uncle Mac when she was a little girl. I was like family and George and Ann agreed that “Mr. McDonald” was far too formal and “Mac” (what the rest of the world calls me) was not respectful enough. Uncle Mac worked just fine.
I agreed to stay on the blanket with Laura while everyone else went for their walk. They weren’t even off the sand and on the boardwalk yet when Laura reached behind her back and pulled the bow on her bikini top, letting the strings fall by her side. She reached for her bag while slightly lifting her shoulders off of the blanket, giving me a peek at the full roundness of her left breast. She grabbed a tube of suntan lotion and asked if I would do her back for her.
Ever so slowly I rubbed my lotioned hands across the smooth skin of her back and shoulders. She said “Don’t forget my sides……” and I made sure that I got the side of that huge left tit. I instinctively squeezed it lightly to see Laura’s reaction. Just a little moan. When I got to the small of her back, Laura reached behind her and pulled the elastic of the bikini bottoms down to just below the top of the crack of her ass. She said she wanted to make sure that she didn’t burn at the waist band of the skimpy brief. After I carefully covered the area with lotion, I gently pulled the waist band back into place and moved down to her legs.
I started at her feet and spread the lotion up her calves, first one leg and then the other. Now it was time to do the backs of her thighs. As I worked my hands up north toward “heaven”, Laura spread her legs a bit more and told me to make sure that I got under the elastic of the leg holes. So I lifted the fabric up and slid my hand across her left ass cheek and then her right. Laura then said “Uncle Mac….would you also get the insides of my thighs, please?”
As I moved my hand slowly up the inside of her left thigh, Laura spread her legs even more. “Get under the elastic right there…….” I slipped my finger under the crotch of the bikini and felt the delightful damp pussy hairs. Laura closed her eyes and moaned “Yes….that’s the spot. Make sure you get both sides”. It was everything I could do to keep from finding her pussy tube with my finger but I just barely touched her vulva. Laura was beginning to moan when I saw Stephanie, George and Ann walking back across the sand. They were engaged in what was obviously an animated conversation and didn’t see where my hand was playing. I quickly took my hand back and covered my crotch with my towel. I had a huge erection pressing hard against my bathing suit.
When the trio got back to our blankets, Laura announced that she’d like to go back to the condo to use the bathroom. She turned to Ann and said “Mom, would you do my top, please”. Ann retied Laura’s bikini top and playfully smacked her round little butt. “Uncle Mac, would you come with me….that darned door to the condo sticks and I have trouble getting it open”. I had never before been so happy to have a unit with a sticking door.
Laura hopped up and began strutting through the sand toward the boardwalk. Her labored gait through the sand made her ass cheeks jiggle, first left then right. I was starting to get a hard-on again. Thank God my back was to the rest of the group.
When we got to the condo, I turned the key and pushed on the front door. Yeah, it was a little tight but certainly not THAT tight. Laura just grinned as I let her go through the threshold. “I’ll be right back….” She cooed….”I just have to pee”.
“I’ll wait for you here in the bedroom……I have to pee too…” I told her. I sat on the edge of the bed. Laura went into the bathroom but didn’t shut the door. I couldn’t see her directly as the toilet was around the corner in the bathroom but the full length mirror on the closet door in the bedroom and outside the bathroom door gave me a good reflected view of her from my perch on the bed.