Eva slowly pulled the drawstring loose from the bowstring that crisscrossed the center of her top loosely holding it together. Her movements seemed a little mechanical at first, but she knew that they wouldn't stay that way. He was watching, whoever he was, and she liked it, but she tried to ignore him for now. She pulled gently on the material between her breasts loosening it up, and touched the soft smooth skin along her chest and the inside of her breasts. They were lovely and she never tired of feeling them, touching them. Her hands ran around the outside of her breasts and slid down her sides, her back arching slightly at the touch, the way she imagined a man would do it. She could imagine it, but sometimes it seemed like she did it better.
One hand slid over her shorts and across the front on top of the mound between her legs. She gave it a gentle rub, partially to see if it was ready to respond to her touch. The familiar tingle was there, and she knew it would respond willingly when she got there. But, she was in no hurry. Her hands went back to her top, and she untied the spaghetti strap on her left shoulder. As her hand dropped, it slowly pulled down the top, partially exposing her breast.
She could touch it now, and she ran her fingers up under the fabric to feel it. As she grazed the nipple it quickly hardened, wanting the attention. She squeezed it slightly then circled around the breast, cupping it and drawing it to her mouth so she could suck on the nipple. I small shock of electricity ran through her as she sucked on it, sending a message to her pussy to get wet. She duly took care of the other spaghetti strap so she could work on the other nipple as well. She pulled the bottom of the top up exposing her midriff and lounged back into the day sofa. One hand held her breast while the other probed under her panty line before slowly unbuttoning her shorts. She slid down the zipper and folded the sides back, providing better access for her hand.
She loved to tease herself, letting the excitement build, touching then pulling back. Today was suddenly one of those days she felt like it was going to be difficult to wait. Her pussy seemed to have an urgent need and she ran a finger along her slit. But, she would make it wait nonetheless; she knew it was better this way. She slid her middle finger in slightly as she dragged it upward, and brought it to her mouth to feel and taste her wetness. It was sweet in her mouth.
The guy was actively rubbing himself through his slacks now, no longer trying to act as though he was not aroused. She guessed he wouldn't last until she actually got the dildo in. How long had her uncle had these parties, she pondered? He was her stepdad really, or maybe surrogate. She didn't really know her dad. Her mom had passed away when she was 7, and she had moved in with her mom's sister, Aunt Mable.
She was always so prim and proper, wanting to put on a good front, appropriate airs, and a great show. Eva had been a disappointment to her from the start. They used to make Eva put on fancy dresses and parade her around in front of the company at these big parties. Eva hated it. It was always old business men. They always told her that she was pretty, which Mable never did. Aunt Mable always corrected, "Sit up straight! Walk like a little lady! Pull down that skirt and cross your legs when you sit! Be quiet, you only speak when spoken to!"
The men seemed to come from everywhere, Japan, Scandinavia, Russia, or the Middle East. The stepdad, or Big Daddy as many referred to him, was the CEO of some big company, and it was never quite clear what they really did. These parties were always meant to impress and bring in new business. Aunt Mable always had to have everything just right. Aunt Margo had always attended, too, but Eva didn't understand why until later. She was definitely the black sheep of the family, and Eva could never figure out why they would invite her to such affairs, but Big Daddy always insisted that she was on the guest list. She stayed scarce most of the time, coming out to refresh drinks and then disappearing for a half hour at a time. Eva took to staying in her room during the parties as she got older watching R-rated movies knowing Aunt Mable wouldn't have time to come check on her.
Eva could still remember how it all started. She had decided to watch a movie in the guest bedroom office, which was off the main bedroom hall during one of the parties. Aunt Mable had wanted her to get dressed and make an appearance in the great room, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She had some popcorn and soda, and was watching Dirty Dancing, when she heard some talking in the hall.
"Oh, Frederick, you are such a naughty boy," teased the voice of Aunt Margo, "behave yourself." Eva hadn't quite closed the door, and she could see their figures enter the guest room through the narrow slit. Margo had on one of her slinky dresses. Aunt Mable always complained that she looked a little trashy, but Big Daddy insisted she looked great. She did have a wonderful figure.
The man had on a European suit and was older, but in decent shape with blondish looking Scandinavian hair whisked to one side. They closed the door and embraced at the foot of the bed. Eva was frozen, but she couldn't look away. Her heart pounded. What would she do if they found her in the side room? She considered how she might get out, maybe even a window. Then she considered just closing the door and going back to her movie, but all she could do was sit there and peer through the crack.
