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Perhaps you, too, have relatives that, occasionally ‘fire your imagination’ with erotic ideas and thoughts. I had a niece who, once during a visit to my apartment, had left the bathroom door open (to this day, I don’t know if it was on purpose or not) as she was getting ready for her bath. She was seventeen and in her senior year, headed to college soon, but she had led such a sheltered life, that she had a very naïve way about her. I vividly remember her shy smile and demure expression her eyes downcast as she slowly (and I thought, provocatively) pulled her skirt down. She turned furtively toward me and gave a nervous giggle as she averted her eyes once more, hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her panties and started to draw them down… I quickly pulled the door closed, lest there be any ramifications… but my heart was hammering within my chest, and I had to admit to myself that I would have loved to have stared some more. This short scene was a source for many a fantasy, and maybe it would have played out something more like this… She looked at him, smiling as she drew her tee shirt off over her head, her ponytails got tangled in the neckhole, and it took a few moments for her to free them. In those few moments, he feasted his eyes on her small, teacup-size titties and her pink, erect nipples like pencil erasers. He longed to reach out and run his fingers across them, stand behind her, and strum his fingers across each nipple like a guitar player, four fingers brushing past, then the thumb and forefinger lingering, pressing together, lightly pinching the nipple harder, and then brushing them again şişli escort and again. She finally freed her ponytails and, still smiling that coy, shy smile of hers, dropped her hands to the elastic of her short skirt. She blushed and, giggled nervously as she slowly bent over and shed her skirt; it dropped to the floor by it’s own accord once it was past her thighs and she daintily stepped out of it. Her panties were a soft cream color, with pastel pink and yellow flowers on them, and her pubic mound was clearly visible behind the fabric gusset. Her face was flushed, but she held her smile, like she was enjoying herself. The water was running in the tub and it had almost filled as he moved toward the tub to turn it off. “I think that’s probably enough water, honey… we don’t want it to overflow.” His words came thick from his mouth and he swallowed hard, and as he brushed past her, he could feel the taught young skin of her torso. He took her arm gently and moved her slightly to the side, patting her shoulder and taking the opportunity to run his hands down her flank briefly. “Would you check to see it’s not too hot, Uncle?” she said in a sort of high pitched munchkin voice. She backed up to let him kneel down by the tub. He swirled his hands in the warm water and pronounced it “Perfect!” but as he turned to get up off the floor, she stepped closer, placed a hand on his shoulder, turned sideways to him, and then, with both hands, drew her panties slowly all the way down to her ankles. Her little behind almost touched his nose as she bent all the way over and stepped out of her panties in mecidiyeköy escort full view, but did not back up. She stayed bent over for a moment as she neatly folded them and placed them on the stool. ‘The little tease!’ he thought to himself, ‘She’s doing this deliberately!’ She put her hand on his shoulder again, and this time, as she turned towards him asked “Help me in, Uncle?” It was the way she said it… pleading, not whining, a simple request, but she asked it in a very seductive way. He steadied her arm, and reached to put his hand at the small of her back as she stepped over the edge and into the tub. As she raised her leg to step over, she overstepped and her foot slid to the other side of the tub, which caused her to spread her legs wide and made her pink little labia even more visible. He gaped at her… she was clean-shaven and smooth! She also pushed back against his hand, and he was sure that she deliberately moved so that her little butt slid right into his hand. Since he was almost eye-level with her waist, he couldn’t help but stare at her smooth pubic mound. She was blonde, and probably didn’t have much visible hair anyway, but this just accentuated her pubic area. She stooped down and then sank gingerly into the sudsy water, her knees spread wide. He stared at her small hairless pussy until it disappeared among the froth. “Would you soap my back, Uncle?” she said quietly, “Please?” He was barely able to stammer out a mumbling “S-Sure, honey.” He was so horny at that moment! It was only by a sheer act of determination and will that he didn’t just stand up, rip şişli eskort his pants off, pick her up out of the slippery, soapy water and slam her down on his hard prick like some kind of obscene human cork, holding her suspended by only the hands on her waist. Her back was beautiful, her skin smooth and taut as she bent slightly over, the little bumps of her spine clearly visible. “Get all the way down as well, Uncle,” she whispered, “Not just the upper part.” He nodded dumbly and swallowed hard again as his hand followed her spine until it disappeared into the cute little divide of her bum. He did this several times more, actually spending more time on the lower portion below the water than above in the open air, so to speak. He knew he had to get out of there… and soon… and so he quickly got up, trying to smooth the front of his pajama bottoms (without much success) and sort of bolted from the room, shutting the door on that flower of innocence and the object of his desire. He leaned back against the wall and huffed to regain his breath (he apparently had been holding it the whole time) and reached down absently to his stiff member. Whew! He was as hard as a log! He hadn’t been near this excited in years and years. He walked into the den on unsteady legs and plopped down in his recliner, pulling the lever to lift the footrest. He realized with a start that he was still idly stroking his cock, and was reveling in the touch. He closed his eyes and began to replay the scene that had just happened. He found that the vision of her bending over, stripping her panties down her legs caused an involuntary jump of his penis every time he brought it into mental focus. And the feel of her smooth back, and the sight of her hairless pussy, and her stiff nipples…! His hand had found it’s way into his open fly, and was furiously working within, stroking his cock.
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