Dinner was fabulous. Pasta with grilled vegetables and shrimp in a cream sauce and a side salad. I don't like seafood usually but as always, Uncle Mike could get me to eat anything without realizing it was something I didn't like.
We talked through dinner about school and his trip and what I had to do while he was gone and what I had planned for the summer. Eating dinner topless was a new experience for me. By the end of the meal I was feeling like it was the most natural thing to do. Chester got a couple of shrimps during dinner. He liked that more than the olives I think. We were drinking the last two glasses of wine. I was feeling relaxed but not really drunk. Uncle Mike had reclined in his chair and had his feet resting on another chair. I was leaning against the arm of my chair with one leg draped over the other arm and my other foot resting on the chair Mike was sitting in. It was cooling off with the sun going down. I could feel goose bumps rising on my flesh and my nipples were extended to their limit. Uncle Mike was looking at me. Almost unaware, I was trailing my fingers over my body while we sat there and talked. Across my belly, down then up my thigh, across my crotch to the other thigh, up to chest, tweaking my nipple then rolling it under the palm of my hand...
Uncle Mike broke our trances.
"I'm going to clean up the dishes and start to pack. What are you going to do Mel?"
"I'll help. And then maybe sit and watch some TV. A couple of my favorite programs are on tonight."
"OK. Let's get started. While you're watching TV you can review the list I prepared and let me know if I missed anything or if there's anything you don't understand."
"OK."
He looked at me and said, "You may want to put on some warmer clothes too. It is starting to cool off with the sun going down."
Oh, he noticed my nipples too. How nice uncle Mike.
We trundled around the kitchen cleaning up supper's mess. Chester got his dinner and a few more treats in the process.
"Alright Mel. We're done here. I'm going to start packing. Here's the list. You can look at it whenever you like, but do it before I leave."
I had caught my uncle glancing at my bare tits and my ass a few times while I was bending over to fill the dishwasher. Several times we pushed by each other innocently in tight spaces in his kitchen. Once or twice I felt his hand on my bare ass in an effort to direct our bodies past and around one another. Gee, uncle Mike, I guess I did get your attention after all.
It was just before eight and uncle was up in his room packing and listening to jazz. I guess my fun was over for the night. I lugged my bag upstairs and quickly changed out of my damp thong and into my flannel pj shorts and a loose T. Downstairs I turned on the TV.
"Is it OK if I call and talk with a friend or two?" I knew it would ok with uncle Mike, but asked out of courtesy anyway.
He yelled down, "No problem," as I was grabbing the phone and dialing my first call.
"Friends" was just finishing on the tube when Uncle Mike appeared in his robe.
