I lifted myself out of the tub, grabbed a towel and dried myself as I ran inside the house. I'm sure my uncle was saying to himself 'What is my daffy niece up to now?' I bounded up to my room and rifled through my stuff. There it is. My razor and my soap. Time to give Uncle Mike another show.
I trotted outside and sauntered over to the tub's edge, set my stuff down and took a sip of my drink. I dipped into the tub then pulled myself out and sat on the edge. I grabbed the soap and started lathering up my pussy.
"I hope you don't mind Uncle Mike. I haven't given myself a summer trim yet and being bikini season I really need one," I continued to ramble seemingly without taking a breath, "I don't know if you noticed Uncle Mike, but my pubes have been hanging outside my bottoms all day."
"It was hard not to notice Mel."
I grinned at that and picked up my razor. I knew he had noticed, I had seen just how hard it had gotten (giggle) I mean, it had been for him. I just wanted to hear him admit that he had been looking at my pussy when he had the chance.
"And it's ok that you shave here. By the way Mel, who taught you to be such a tease?"
I had my head down, busy tending to my business. I knew Mike would be watching me but there wasn't much he could see with all the soap and hair covering my slippery slit. I dipped into the pool to rinse off then got back on the edge and spread my legs to inspect my work.
"I'm sorry Uncle Mike," I said as innocently as I could, "I didn't think I would have any effect on you, me being your niece and all." I picked up my razor, my all but naked pussy smiling right at my uncle's stare, and started to clean up the bits of hair I had missed here and there.
"Mel, you might be my niece, but you're also an attractive woman with one hell of a body and I am a healthy man. How could you not have an effect, as you call it, on me?"
I was oozing so much slippery cream from my cunt I was having a difficult time holding my lips out of the way while trying to finish my work. I dipped again and sat on the edge once more. I ran my fingers around my pussy trying to feel what I had missed. I couldn't see because the light was so dim and the way I was sitting.
"I'm sorry uncle Mike. I just thought, well you know, like, I'm a kid and you're a man and well, like, why would you get horny over a kid?"
"OOPS, Sorry Uncle Mike, I didn't mean to imply that..."
"Don't worry about it Mel," he chuckled.
I was fiddling trying to get the razor at the right angle trying to finish up. I was having little success.
"Uncle would you mind giving me a hand?"
"Pardon Mel?"
He was a little shocked by my pending request but I continued.
"Well I can still feel hairs down here," innocently looking at and stroking my bare pussy, "and I can't have them hanging out of my bathing suits all summer, and sitting here I can't get my body and the razor to find a suitable position for removing them."
He sighed, "Yeah, yeah, OK. Look Mel, you're really pushing my self control you know, but OK what do you need me to do." He sat down his reading, which he honestly hadn't looked at since I removed my bottoms and climbed in the tub with him. He picked up his cognac and finished it with his back to me.
Nice shoulders, and back, and ass Uncle Mike, I thought to myself, automatically rubbing my pussy with a bit more purpose. The water was about halfway up his thighs when he stood in the tub. Then he turned and started to walk toward me.
"Oh my. Uncle Mike." My eyes bulged at the sight of his cock. Not huge, but fully erect, pointing directly at me and a nice comfortable looking thickness that should give me a little stretch if I ever get it inside me.
"Something bothering you Melissa?"
"Nice cock Uncle Mike. Oh I'm sorry. I just blurted that out didn't I?"
He was shaking his head and smiling, "Melissa, I'm not sure what to think right now. But what did you expect."
I slipped off the edge of the tub and reached out my hands, "May I Uncle Mike. I mean, like, I have ever only seen a few boys and this is well, like oh, please can I touch it?" I pleaded stepping toward him and placing my hands on his member before he could answer.
"Too bad now if I was to say no."
"MMMM, it's so nice." I stood looking at it, holding it, caressing it, memorizing its contours and textures, forgetting for a moment that it was attached to my uncle. I dropped to my knees without a word and took him into my mouth. I held and kissed his cock and slipped it into my mouth. I, engulfed in the warmth of the tub, he engulfed in the warmth of my mouth and my passion. I opened my mouth fully to take him in. I closed my eyes and savored his flavor and his meatiness. We moaned together sharing this pleasure.
"MMM, Mel, that feels wonderful but I think you should stop."
He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me bit.
"Oh I'm sorry uncle Mike. I just had to do that. It was like, calling to me or something. I don't know what came over me."
"Excuse my rudeness, but if you had kept up what you were doing it would have been me that came all over you. Let's just put it off to the wine and cognac and hot tub. Now, what is it I came over here for originally?"
I blushed a little at his honesty. I lowered my head and licked my lips still tasting his manliness in my mouth.
"Oh yeah. My shaving."
"Let's get to it then. Up on the side again Mel, that will probably be easiest."
I trailed my fingers along his rigid probe and looked at it lovingly one more time. I hoisted my self onto the edge of the tub.
"Let's see what we have here Mel."
He examined my freshly shaven yoni. I wanted to say to him 'what you have is a shaved hot pussy right in front of you, you fool just jump up here and slam me with that wonderful cock of yours', but I was still a bit flustered from his response to my mini blow job.
"Hmmm, Ok," he said examining my bare puss, "I think I see what needs to be done."
He reached beside me, grabbed a towel and folded it into a pillow.
"Lay back and put this under your head. I can see how this wasn't working when you were sitting up."
I was still mesmerized by his magnificent cock. "Hmmm, oh sure," I answered unable to avert my stare.
I laid back, spread my legs and bent my knees.
"OK Mel, just scoot your butt a bit closer."
I wiggled my butt forward. Here I was laid out in front of my uncle in a way I had only fantasized about. But I had never imagined I would be like this because he would be shaving my pussy. He ran his fingers around my crotch as I had done feeling for hairs you couldn't see in the dim light. MMM, his hand felt much better than my own. His fingers traveled to and lingered in places where there was obviously no hair. That was ok with me. Really OK. Mmmmm. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his caresses.
I heard him dip the soap in the water. He began to lather my cunt with the soap. So gently and sensitive were his touches. He moved slowly and deliberately over and around my yoni. I suppressed my moans as best I could. He was taking longer than he needed to but once again, that was ok with me. He stopped soaping me and picked up the razor. I'm not sure how to describe his shaving technique except that it was done with confidence and purpose. I guess men get a lot of practice shaving, so they don't think about it so much, they just do it.
He put down the razor and picked up my empty snifter. He dipped it in the tub filling it with warm water. He held it over me then slowly poured the water over my pussy rinsing away the suds. I moaned.
"mmmm"
"Feel good Mel?"
He poured another glass of the warm bath water over me.
I raised my hips in response "MMM, wow, yes."
A third glass of water cascading over my bare labia and trembling clit. Now he was just teasing me and stimulating me. All the suds were gone so there was no other reason to continue with the rinsing. I raised my hips again, further. When I lowered myself I felt a hand under my butt. I closed my eyes.
A fourth dip of the snifter into the tub was the only sound that interrupted the crickets and the gurgling water of the hot tub. The first drops of water hit my mound. At the same instant I felt my uncle's thumb touch me at the base of my cunt then travel up through my creamy folds in the opposite direction the water was flowing. His thumb stopped at my clit, paused momentarily then began making long slow circles around my humming nub.
A fifth dip. This time the water found its way around that rolling thumb and between my lips, tickling my exposed opening.
"MMMMM... Ohhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I couldn't restrain my pleasure any longer.
I bit my lip and rolled my head. I don't know where I was getting my gumption from that night but there it was.
"Would like to taste me Uncle Mike? I tasted you and... mmmmmmm."
Before I could finish his thumb slipped inside me and was replaced on my clit by his tongue. His other hand was caressing my stomach and breasts. It was all too surreal. It seemed to happening so quickly yet he seemed to be moving extremely slowly in the same instant in time.
His tongue roamed through my labia drifting over and exploring my contours, instead of poking forcefully like the tongues of the boys who had done this to me before him. His hot breath wafted over my delicate skin that had been cooled by its dampness and the night air. My hands found his head and encouraged him to focus on my button. He knew better and continued to raise my tension and enjoyment. He slipped his thumb out of my hole, moved his hand then slipped two fingers into my warm oven. They massaged my insides. MMM, so this is how a man is supposed to touch a woman, I thought to myself. My body was writhing under his attention, drinking in the sensations from his hands, tongue and mouth. Suddenly he sucked my clit into his mouth and danced his fingers inside me. I pressed his head down onto me, froze with my hips in mid air trying to hold back my pending rush to orgasm.
