On a night out I met my drunk 18 year old niece, she looked stunning in a red jumpsuit, she was all over me at the bar, the flirty young girl had a thing for me. When she stayed over at my place, which was often and at every opportunity, I'd jerk myself off over her pumps, heels, dirty panties and socks. She'd jumped into bed with me drunk a few times, after returning to my place, but I'd alway put her back in the spare room without touching her.
That night she was very, very drunk, and I took her outside for a cab, she threw her arms around me, her firm toned frame pressed against me. 'Bye, bye Uncle-fuckester," she hiccuped cross eyed, kissing me, leaving bright red lipstick on my cheek.
Like an old perv' I took the opportunity to accidentally-on-purpose grope her tight ass putting her in the back of the cab.
"You're such a babe," she added, as I closed the car door, sending her on her merry way.
I would usually have gone home with her, but two young women had caught my eye, that I'd seen out a few times and I'd made pleasant chit-chat with them in the past and I returned to the busy bar. Both were around twenty and slightly overweight. Gemma was a dead ringer of a younger weigher Pamela Anderson, and Ashley looked like a plumper Carmen Electra or Fergie.
A live band played, the lead singer was hot, and the colorful lights of the dim bar made everyone on the dance floor look good.
A little drunk and moving to the music, I managed to catch the attention of the two young women--Ashley and her blonde just as busty friend, Gemma. Single Gemma wore a leather skirt, and was undeniably attractive, but it was Ashley who held my focus. With her dark hair scraped back into a ponytail and cleavage on display, she was grinding against me and chatting animatedly as we danced.
Amid the pounding music, she leaned in to tell me about her young daughter and husband. Yet, despite the confession, she kept flirting and dancing, our hands roaming over each other without hesitation.
When big-titted Gemma disappeared into the crowd at the bar to get drinks Ashley--pretty but plumpish--led me to a dark corner. We talked for a bit as I ran my hands over her shapely ass, hugged tight by her black trousers. Before long, her tongue was down my throat, and she didn't seem to mind when I groped her voluptuous tits.
"I need a wee, the little girls room," she announced drunkenly, while rubbing her hand across my lazy bulging cock.
Shortly after, we found ourselves in a disabled toilet. Under the stark lighting, I could see that she was naturally pretty, even beneath her heavily made-up face.
In the cramped dank messy restroom, trousers and panties around her ankles leaning forward she sat on the toilet pissing. I ogled her white pedicured paint toes in her strappy heels, and her heavy breasts almost falling out of her black top. I'd love to shoot my load over those feet or breasts I thought with a smirk.
"I don't usually do this," she mumbled, her sparkling blue eyes looking me up and down.
"Sure," I said, the jet sound of her pissing arousing me.
Ashley reached forward with her white manicured fingers and brushed her hand across my crotch.
I wasted no time and released my growing prick from my jeans. She knew the fucking drill and slowly wanked me off, jerking my cock as I moved closer to her.
"Fucking suck it," I slurred, as she continued pissing.
"Hawk tuah!" she spat on the end of my bishop's head.
