When I first met my wife twelve years ago, her oldest niece, Janet, was only seven years old. I was 23, so I didn't pay much attention to her. As she got older that started to change. By the time she turned 19, she had become a true knock-out. She had long blonde hair and big green eyes. She was about 5'7" tall and couldn't have weighed over 105lbs. Her ass was perfectly round and tight, and although her tits weren't big, they were stunning. Since she wasn't more then a B-cup and her tits still had their youthful perkiness, she had little use for a bra, and she seldom wore one. Her legs were long and toned, and she had a perfectly flat stomach that was accented by a cute little belly-ring.
She had gone to community college after High School, but then dropped out after the first semester. Since she couldn't find a job paying over minimum wage, she still lived at home and I got to see her whenever we stopped over there. I always had a hard time keeping myself from staring at her tight little body. I could imagine doing nasty things to her, but I could never act on them, right? That's where my story really starts...
It was October. My wife had decided to start taking classes towards her Master's degree after work. Since she would go to class three nights a week, I would get bored after work. Once in a while, instead of going home, I would stop off at a local tittie bar. That's exactly what I decided to do one Wednesday evening.
It was 5:30 when I got to the bar. It was still pretty empty in the place, since it was so early. I got a drink and took a seat at a table right next to the stage. I was sitting facing the stage and the bar was behind me.
I had been there for about half an hour and had watched a couple girls dance when a hot little number took the stage. She was really working it and was making me hot. Once she got down to her G-string I decided she deserved a tip. I walked up to the stage and put a bill in her G-string. She gave me a peck on the cheek and I turned around to go back to my table.
That's when I noticed my little niece Janet sitting at the bar. She was talking to a dancer and the bartender. I wasn't sure what to do. My first thought was that I didn't want her to see me and tell anyone in the family that she had seen her Uncle hanging out in the strip bar. I had decided to sit back down and hope she left before she saw me. Just before I turned around to sit, she looked up at me.
I could tell by the look on her face that she was as surprised to see me in there as I was to see her. She hesitated for a moment and then walked over to me. She lowered her head a little as if she was ashamed and said "Uncle Ray, please don't tell anyone you saw me here."
The fact that she was worried about me telling someone she was there was a relief. "I'll make you a deal. You don't tell anyone I was here, and I won't tell anyone you were here."
"Deal" She said as she raised her head and smiled a little.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked her.
"Well, I've only been able to make minimum wage, and I can't get my own place making that. I had met a couple of girls in school who danced, and they made good money."
"I'm sure they do, and I'm sure you could too, but is this really what you want to do?" I was trying to ask the right questions, but my mind was racing. All I could picture in my mind was my hot little niece dancing on stage. I could feel my dick starting to stiffen a little just at the thought of it.
"I've come in here a few times now. I've talked to some of the dancers and the manager. He really wants me to dance here. I just haven't been able to get up enough nerve to try it. I took the bus all the way here today. Could you give me a ride home, Uncle Ray?"
"Sure Janet, let's go." I put my arm around her and we walked out to my car. As we walked past the bar, the manager gave me the evil eye. He knew I was taking a huge money maker out of his club.
We got in the car, and started towards her house. I didn't say a word. I couldn't get the image of Janet up on stage, in nothing but a G-string, out of my head.
After a couple miles, Janet broke the silence. "Uncle Ray?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you do me a huge favor?"
"Listen, I promise I won't tell anyone you were in there."
"No, that's not it. Like I said, I haven't been able to get up enough nerve to actually try dancing in there. But I really think I would like to try it."
"O.K." I said, not really sure where this was going.
"So, I was kind of wondering...could I maybe try dancing for you?"
"What? Are you kidding me?" The question sincerely shocked me. I wasn't sure what else to say.
"I mean, if I could get myself to dance for you, maybe that would help me get used to it. Plus, you've seen real strippers before. You could tell me if I'm any good."
"I don't know Janet, I just don't think that's right. I'm your Uncle."
"Come on Uncle Ray, it would really help me out to see if I can do this. Aunt Cindy's not even home tonight right? We could do it right now."
At that point, my dick took over for my brain and I couldn't do the right thing anymore. "Alright," I said, "we'll try it just this once."
She smiled and then neither of us said a word until we got back to my house. It was almost 7:00. My wife, Cindy, wouldn't be home until almost 10:00. We both got out of the car and she followed me into the house. I couldn't believe this was going to happen.
"Why don't you go into the den. Put on some music, and sit in your leather chair. I'll be right in." She turned around and took off her jacket. She was wearing a little short t-shirt, a pair of black tight cotton pants, and an incredible pair of pumps.
I went in and put on the closest thing I had to dance music. Then I sat down.
She came in a moment later and stood in front of me. She just stood still for about 30 seconds.
"Look, maybe this wasn't a good idea." I started to say.
"No, I want to see if I can do this or not." And with that she started to sway her hips a little. She started really slow, just letting herself move with the music. She turned around, bent over a little and waved her ass at me. When she turned back around, her eyes were closed. Her hands were on her hips, and she started to slide them up her sides. She seemed to be starting to get into it as she brought her hands up to her tits.
She started to rub and squeeze her tits through her t-shirt. It became obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples hardened. She pinched each nipple with her fingers before she started to slide her hands back down her belly. When her hands made it to her waste she turned back around.
She bent over again and slowly started to slide her pants down. She was wearing a little red pair of boy shorts, which I think are even hotter then a G-string. Her ass looked perfect as she bent all the way over to get her pants down to her ankles. I could even see a little of the outline of her pussy as her shorts were pulled tight.
She stayed bent over as she stepped out of her pants. Then she started to slide her hands up the inside of her legs. They slid all the way up the inside of her thighs, and then her right hand continued up on to her ass, through her legs.
She lined her middle finger up with the crack of her ass, and then pushed the fabric of her boy shorts into it a little. She left her hand there for a second before she started to slide it down her ass towards her pussy. As she did, she kept the pressure on her finger, which pushed her shorts not only up into the crack of her ass, but into her pussy. She now had a beautiful "camel-toe" showing through her shorts.
She straightened back up, but stayed facing away from me. Then she raised her arms and lifted her t-shirt up over her head. She tossed the t-shirt aside and turned around. Her arms were still over her head as she swayed topless to the music.
Her tits were perfect. When I finally was able to take my eyes off of them, I saw she was watching me staring at her tits. She smiled as if she liked the way I was mesmerized by her. She lowered her eyes to my crotch, which was starting to show a significant bulge, then smiled at me again.
She got down on the floor and layed on her back. She was doing the standard stripper moves. Spreading her legs and pumping her hips, all the time rubbing her whole body with her hands.
Then she suddenly hooked her thumbs into the waist of her shorts and started to pull them down. All the strip clubs in our area were only topless, so I wasn't sure why she was taking it to this level. But, there was no way I was going to stop her.