Dear Uncle Gary,
I can not tell you how much fun I had seeing Atlanta in the way you showed it. I had a blast when we got back to your place. An unforgettable evening for sure...
That was the beginning of Sandy's letter to her Uncle. She was a college student at a local community college in Florida. She was an outstanding student with so much going for her; smart, ambitious, and motivated she blew the competition away. She went to Atlanta on a conference held through her Student Government Association. She knew her Uncle lived there, and she thought it would be a great way to escape from the meetings that seemed to never end.
She called him the day before she was to leave for home,
"Hi Uncle Gary, how are you?"
His voice was chipper, and Sandy could tell he was smiling when he replied,
"I am great. How are you? Heard you're in town."
"Yeah, I am. I want to meet up with you, maybe go have a few drinks?"
"What hotel are you staying at? What time?"
Sandy felt strange that her Uncle who was never really around when she was younger, was suddenly willing and eager to see her,
..."eight o'clock sound good?"
"Sure I'll be there."
Sandy smiled and set the phone back on the hook. She turned and looked at her roommate that shared a room with her on this trip.
"I am going with my Uncle tonight. I should be back by tomorrow."
Vicky smiled and rose her brows in the awkward way she did,
"Alright. Don't forget to let the coordinator know."
"Of course not Vicky. How could I?"
With that, the plans were set. The rest of the day the groups had off, which meant no more meetings or deadlines or positive reinforcement of how to be a leader. Sandy smiled and laid back to take a nap before she went out that night with her Uncle, knowing she was going to have a few drinks really appealed to her, especially since she hadn't celebrated her 21st birthday yet.
The phone seemed at first to be in her dreams as she struggled to pick up it up. She could hear it but for some reason she could not find it. Finally she peeled open her eyes and glanced at the clock. It was 7:30 and the phone rang again. She sighed and picked it up,
"Hello," she said in a tired voice.
"Hey it's me! I'll be there shortly."
"Ah, okay Uncle Gary. I'll meet you downstairs."
She hung up the phone and sat straight up before she realized that she had to get ready. She ran to the shower and quickly prepared herself for a night out. Not expecting anything, but a relaxing evening full of getting drunk and having fun with her Uncle.
She raced about, trying to dress, and throwing things in her suitcases so she would be ready for the morning. She quickly finished and ran to the elevator, leaving her bags behind with a note to Vicky asking her to make sure her stuff was okay. She made it down to the lobby as her eyes searched the lobby. Her cell phone suddenly rang.
"Hey, where are you?" he asked.
"I am here," she said slightly out of breath.
She kept looking and finally she spotted him. He would not recognize her she realized and she walked up to him and tapped his shoulder.
"Hey!" she smiled broadly as he turned and faced her.
"Hey! There you are. Ready to go?" he asked.
"First you have to meet the coordinator" she reminded him. As they set off to find her.
It wasn't long before the two of them were parked in front a small bar near his house. The ride had been longer than she had expected, yet the conversation they had was light and friendly on the way there. He promised her some beers and Sandy readily obliged. It had been a stressful, uneventful week in Atlanta.
The walked into the bar and sat down. They ordered food and drinks and watched the many inebriated people sing karaoke. Sandy was smiling the whole time, but it wasn't long before her Uncle suggested they get a bottle and head back to his place. Sandy already having 4 beers in her decided it was a deal and they headed out for the liquor store.
She picked Crown. Something about it went down smooth and tasted great. She purchased hers and a bottle for her Uncle since he picked up the tab from the bar.
On the way to his house they talked movies and he mentioned he had several at his house. It wasn't long before they had pulled up and he was showing her his place and they had poured a drink for themselves.
Finally they nestled into a good movie, and it wasn't long before Sandy realized she was rather further along with drinks than she would have liked, but her thoughts were that it didn't matter, and her Uncle would see to her and get her back in plenty of time in the morning. She finally turned to him and smiled her drunken grin,
"Where am I sleeping Uncle?" her voice had taken on a rather teasing attitude.
"Umm," he staggered on his words a moment before he grinned back at her, "you can sleep upstairs if you would like?"
Sandy nodded and slowly stood up. She set her empty cup on the table and staggered towards the stairs. She made it to the top and looked around.
"Which room?" she called down.
Her Uncle was not far behind, he reached the top step and smiled showing her each room, but really just naming them before he suggested she sleep in his room.
"Okay," she turned and smiled at him. Her confidence seemed to rise as she crossed the room, stripped her pants, shirt, and bra off and climbed into the bed.
"I think I am tired too." He said softly. His eyes never left her body as she nestled down under the covers to warm her soft flesh.
Sandy just smiled wider before she replied,
"Well it is YOUR bed" she said.
He smiled and stripped down to his boxers, which he squirmed out of once he found the warmth of the covers.
Sandy turned and looked at him before stretching slightly.
"Ah, I am so tired," she muttered.
Uncle Gary nodded as he looked back at her. Something strange in his eyes, which seemed to moisten the white nylon panties she was wearing.
"I don't feel so tired." He stammered before his fingers reached and touched her thigh slightly. She immediately felt odd sensations, which caused her to moan slightly at the thought her own Uncle was touching her. She wasted no time, her legs parted slowly as his hand seemed to search for higher ground on her body. The tips of his fingers touched the moist spot on her panties.
He grinned and she simply smiled back. Her thoughts racing as she felt the sudden dirty-ness of this all. It was her uncle, yet it didn't matter then either. She wanted him, wanted him bad, and she had watched how he eyed her the whole night. He seemed to give her his undivided attention, and so much more.
"Mmmm" she moaned as he caressed the spot a moment, until his fingers moved to her hips and found the sides of the panties, tugging at them. She raised her hips letting him pull the false attempt at a chastity belt from her form. She squirmed as he ran his fingers up her legs and as he leaned over his lips touched hers.
She moaned beneath the intense and yet gentle pressure of his kiss.
"Do you like anal?" She broke the kiss, as she asked him this, her eyes focused on his as he smiled, nodding in what seemed to be an expression of a dream come true.
"Do me in the ass tonight please?" she suggested.
"Sure," he replied in a throaty whisper.
His hands now moved up to her breast as he pushed them down and against her, pinching and kneeling the soft flesh until her pert nipples pushed into his palms. He rolled the nipples between his fingers as he lowered to kiss and lavish his attention on her neck and breasts,