She stood there in the doorway to the shower, dripping, the towel rubbing her shoulders, then blotting at her hair. I had just come in from out in the shop; she had left the door to the downstairs bathroom open.
"Uncle Bill, I didn't know anyone was home!"
"I have been out throwing in the shop, I didn't know you were up." I tried to look away from her, but couldn't help it, she was so wet, and the water made her body shine in a thousand droplets under the bathroom lights.
She was trying to keep covered up, and yet continue to dry herself.
"Your breasts and nipples are really very beautiful. I love large nipples, and nice rounded breasts."
She blushed, not knowing just what to say, and then answered with a quiet demure" thank you"
"Are they sensitive? Do they like to be touched" I stammered as I moved closer, looking right into her eyes.
"Uhh, yes, but we shouldn't be. . ." I reached out and rubbed a finger over the right nipple where it was exposed above the towel.
"Uncle Bill, please don't do that, "her voice was soft and quivering. The nipple began to harden to my finger and thumb twirling around it as her aureole puckered with little goose bumps.
"It seems to like it, don't you?" I was becoming more confident, and I started to pull and pinch at the nipple as it hardened even more. I reached up with my other hand and began to play with the left nipple sliding my hand under the towel.
"Please, please don't," her face flush with a look of confusion.
"You do like it, don't you, you don't want me to stop. It feels good doesn't it, having your uncle play with your nipples."
"Oh, you shouldn't be . . ." her confusion much more apparent.
I lowered my mouth to her right nipple and encircled it with my tongue, sucking lightly. My left hand was unoccupied and I sent it on a mission to her ass, roaming and squeezing. She squirmed but said nothing, as I sucked the nipple in hard and then snapped it with my tongue.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered.
My lower hand found the inside of her thighs rubbing against both at once as they moved upward.
"Nooooooo, don't, don't," and she clamped her legs together tightly. I moved my mouth to her left nipple, licking her flesh as I went, then sucked on it as I had the right, drawing it into my mouth and snapping it, then lightly grazing it with my teeth.
"Mmmmm," her voice was muffled as she tried not to make a sound.
I continued to play with her thighs, what had I to lose. If I stopped now, she might tell, if I didn't stop, maybe just maybe. . . I played with her nipples now and her breasts, my mouth going from one to the other at will, she didn't seem to resist at all anymore. My lower hand brushed over her bush, on the outside, a narrow strip of hair. I let my hand follow it downward to the Y of her legs, I could feel the fatness of outer lips, and insinuated my finger between them,
"No noooooo, don't," she moaned.
The towel dropped. I lowered my head to her mouth and kissed her, not hard or forcing, just kissing, she kept her mouth shut, but I continued. My left hand played with her nipples, her ass, her hair. I whispered into her ear "I feel your wetness, your nipples are sensitive, and they have lit a fire in your pussy Karen."
"You always liked breast feeding your 2 children, strutting around with them at your breast, giving a small show to me when you fed them during your visits." I sucked on her right nipple again, lowering my head and my body slightly, giving my lower hand more room and leverage. I worked the finger in between her legs, sliding between her inner lips to find a damp trickle from her opening. I sucked on the nipple a little more then to the left one as my finger rubbed around her clit, spreading her juices.
"Mmmmmm "she moaned not so restrained.
I moved up to her face and kissed her lips again. She still didn't kiss back, but I continued with my triple attack, two hands, and my mouth working at her. Her legs were the first thing that gave her feelings away, they relaxed, slowly, and as they did I thrust a finger into her depths swirling it in the dew.
"gggggggg" she tried to pull back, but the bathroom wall was there.
I decided that there was only one way to settle this. I dove at her breast again, taking the nipple in and sucking hard, pulling and sucking, as my teeth nipped at it, then diving lower, the inside hips above her "Y"
were licked and kissed by me. I moved my tongue to the wetness tasting the sweet saltiness of her, as I pushed my tongue along the route my finger had taken.
"Please, Uncle Bill, I can't take this, don't" she whimpered, but I found her clit, and encircled it, as my middle finger of my right hand thrust into her honey pot, hooking and rubbing for her "g" spot as my left hand pinched and fondled her nipples. She was breathing much harder now, and her hands tried to push me away, weakly. I continued, working an elbow between her knees, giving my hand and my face more room, her juices were sweet, there is nothing like warm damp pussy, I thought. Her legs were now spread, and her movement towards my mouth imperceptible, but there, in spite of herself, she wanted more. I worked my arm sideways spreading her legs a little more, and began making long strokes over her clit with my tongue, down into the opening where my fingers massaged her "g" spot. Her squirming was becoming more intense, and her knees seemed to be buckling, I took her right leg and put it over my shoulder, propping her up. I reinserted the middle finger into the seeping hole at the heart of her and used a jack hammer motion to reassert my control over her, she responded by placing her hands on my head, pressing me into her as her hips jerked at my face. I didn't fight her now, just let her ride my questing tongue and fingers until she started quaking at her belly, ripples running down her legs, the moans, so intense.
"Ooooh gdd, I'm cumming, please . . . don't stop."
