Chapter 08 - Cathy
So I guess that I would be remiss if I didn't tell you about my encounter with Cathy.
I was in my early forties at the time and what is unique about this was that Cathy is my brother's stepdaughter. My brother had married fairly young and his wife, who was a couple of years older than him, already had a daughter. Although she was not his biological daughter, she was raised as his and to her I became her Uncle Ed.
Now I had not had a lot of contact with Cathy over the years as my brother lived on the other side of Canada and we seldom got together. Oh, I had spent a few Christmases with their family and they had vacationed on the West Coast a couple of times. Cathy was a cute chubby little girl, full of energy with a truly outgoing personality. At the time of the encounter, I hadn't seen her for about six years.
Cathy had come out to British Columbia for a job interview and had asked if she could stay at my place while in town. She was twenty at the time and had been thirteen or fourteen the last time I had seen her. Needless to say, the "woman" who I picked up at the airport was nothing like the cute little girl that I had remembered. Cathy was truly a woman now, with a lush curvy body that she didn't seem shy about showing it off. It was a warm day in July when she arrived she was wearing a tight tank top that barely contained her full breasts and a pair of tight jeans that accentuated the curves of her hips and ass. When we hugged, I could tell she was all woman as she pressed her body into mine. She was going to be at my place for four or five days. My apartment wasn't that big, so she was going to crash on the sofa bed in the living room. Cathy still had that bubbly outgoing personality that I remembered. She was always talking and I saw why her mom often had referred to her as "Chatty Cathy!"
I let her get settled and then we went out for a bite of dinner at a pizza joint down the street. As we ate and chatted I kept glancing at her big tits that spilled out the top of her shirt. I guess I was pretty obvious when I heard her ask, "Uncle Ed, are you checking me out?"
I turned immediately red in the face and stammered something like, "Don't be silly." But it was obvious that I had been caught.
Cathy just laughed and said, "It's OK, I am used to it, guys are always ogling my boobs, I think it's pretty neat."
I quickly changed the subject and the rest of the night was uneventful; we finished our pizza and a beer and headed back to the apartment. Cathy was tired from her long day of travel and wanted to turn in early. I headed into my room to read and after awhile dozed off myself.
The next morning I got up, and with my mind still foggy with sleep forgot that I had a houseguest. Just like every morning, I headed to the bathroom naked and was startled when I heard a wolf whistle come from the living room as I walked by. Embarrassed, I hurried into the bath all flustered from having let Cathy see me that way.
"God," I thought, "she's going to think I'm a pervert."
I shaved and had my shower and when I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, I went over to the living room and apologized to Cathy for what had happened. She was still in the bed, and was giggling as I muttered out my words.
"Uncle Ed," she replied, "Don't be so uptight, you're not the first man I have seen naked, and you definitely won't be the last!"
"Besides," she giggled, "You have a pretty cute ass!"
