Dear Betty,
Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe I'm just a slut. Lately, I've become absolutely obsessed with giving blowjobs and having impromptu sex. I especially love to fuck male strangers that are well known by the friends that I know well. The thought of being together with someone like that and having on–the–spot–sex, gives me the "chills". My panties get so soaked with my juices, I have to change them or walk around with wet spots soaking through.
It was last week, the day after my nineteenth birthday that, my stepmother’s brother, Uncle Max, came to visit us from Lansing, Michigan. As soon as we met, he looked right at me, as if he had never seen a woman before. His eyes looked as though they were ready to pop out of his head. Over all, he was a reasonably handsome man about thirty five years old. His height was about five foot ten inches tall and his hair was light brown. His blue green eyes radiated total lust. Right away, my eyes fell on his crotch. I saw his magnificent "bulge" begin to grow more each second. Chills began coming over me. He sensed my delight.
He smiled ear to ear and said,
"I'm glad to meet you again, Amy. I'm looking forward to getting to know you…all over… again."
It took a second or two, but I finally got what he really meant. My heart was pounding. I felt a drop of moisture roll down my left leg. I realized he saw the drop exit the leg of my shorts. I could see his eyes light up at the same time he took deep breath. Even though my mother stood next to us during the introductions, she saw nothing. Well, at least I didn't think she did.
The door of opportunity flew wide open at her next statement.
"Listen, you two. I've got to go to the store to buy something for dinner. After that, I'll pick up Alan from his Soccer practice”.
Alan was my younger brother by three years.
“In the meantime Amy, why don't you show Max around the house and garden?"
"I'd like that, Amy.” Max cut in. “I'd love to see your place".
His grin never left his face as he offered that second little zinger.
And I...I was on fire! At least three more drops of juice ran down my left leg. Immediately, two more drops ran down my right leg. I saw the bulge in his crotch standing tall. I fancied the idea of his dick being so hard, he could have used it for a third leg, had it been long enough.
My Mother's car was in the driveway, about thirty feet to the left of us. Uncle Max and I smiled at each other as she climbed into the driver's side of her car and slammed the door. Before backing out of the driveway, she leaned over to her right and rolled down the right front passenger window.
“Max brought his swimming trunks,” she called out to us. “Why don't the two of you go for a swim… you know…after showing Max around."
She straightened her posture and turned over the engine. While ooking back through the rear window, she quickly backed the car out into the street. She stopped, turned the wheel to the left, put the car in gear and bolted down the street. After seeing her make a right turn at the corner and drive out of sight, I turned back to my Uncle Max and his mischievous grin. Of course, I was smiling just as big.
"What would you like to see first, Uncle Max?" I asked, hoping for another great come back.
"Please Amy, just call me Max. The ‘Uncle’ makes me feel old. Besides, we’re not blood related.”
"It’s respect Max. You should feel perverted...Uh...I mean privileged," I said accidentally on purpose.
"What? I, should feel perverted?"
"Just kidding Max."
"That's okay ‘cause…I am perverted. Not only that, I like it."
"I think we'll get it on...I mean, get along just fine." I purposely stammered, but continued to smile.
I could see him acting shocked at my words.
"To hell with the tour, lets go for a swim before mom gets back."
"Sounds great,” he said, smiling. "A dip would feel just fine."
I felt streamers of liquid running down both legs, as we walked into the front door of the house,. My pulse was pounding. I felt like my body was about to explode. This was the first time I was ever this hot.
Immediately, I escorted him to his bedroom.
"This is you room," I pointed out to him. "Behind that door, there in back, is your private bathroom."
"That'll work…thank you. Oh, one more thing."
I stood in front of him waiting as if something fantastic was about to happen. The suspense was killing me.
"Could you get me a glass of water?" he calmly asked.
"...Uh, what?" What a let down, I was shocked.
"Water…would you get me a glass of water, please?"
"Yeah, sure…right back." I answered, turning towards the kitchen.
I was a bit confused. I was so certain he was going to make his move right then. However, as it turned out, it was a good thing I didn't give up on him. What happened next was beyond anything I expected.
Walking across the carpet into his room, I saw the bathroom door opened about two and a half feet wide. My Uncle Max was standing stark naked in front of our full-length bathroom mirror. The opened bathroom door was to his left side and hinged towards his back side. With both hands, he covered and rubbed his face with a wash cloth. While he washed his face, he couldn't see me, and I was positive he didn't see or hear me walk in.
He had an average looking physique, no tattoos, and no suntan but, he was quite acceptable. What he did have was a dick, three quarters hard, swinging back and forth in rhythm as he rubbed his face. In my heart, I was screaming. I knew that if didn't get relief soon, I was going to pass out or explode. I was trembling. The insides of my thighs were coated with juice. My body was covered with sweat.
Not only could I see him slightly from behind and from the side but, I also saw his frontal reflection in the full-length mirror he had taken from the back of the bathroom door. Every time he moved the wash cloth over his face, his pecker swung back and forth. I was nearly out of my mind.
"Wait a minute." I thought. “He removed the full length mirror from the back of the bathroom door? He leaned the mirror against the bathroom sink to deliberately show his front reflection and left the bathroom door open. He's putting on a show."
I couldn't take my eyes away. To me he was a man to fuck and family second. He finished washing face and casually looked into the mirror. In an instant, I could see him turn towards me enough to have seen me from the corner of his eye. Instantly, acting as though he hadn’t seen me, he turned back facing the mirror. But, he must have seen me. How could he not have seen me? I then reached the point of no return. I couldn't take it any more.
