I winced when I overheard the phone conversation between my wife and her sister about an upcoming vacation we had planned. I could only hear Amy's side of the dialogue, but it was clear she was inviting Debbie and her family to come along.
I had nothing against Debbie. She was about forty one, five years younger than us, and kind of cute, but never stopped talking. The entire trip would now be filled with her endless chatter. Bill, her husband, was OK. I liked Bill.
And then there was Alexandra, or Alex as she was called by everyone. Alex was nineteen, going on twelve. Just about everybody had given up trying to control Alex. A week with the college sophomore would at least be entertaining, because I could sit back and watch her wreak havoc on Debbie and Bill's trip without having to be the one to rein her in.
Not to mention simply getting to look at her for a week. Alex was by far the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen in my life. She had the body to match her looks and didn't hesitate to flaunt it. As we would be heading to warmer climates, just imagining some of her outfits made me hard.
Amy was apologetic when she came in and told me of the arrangements. I knew she would be. I also knew her remorseful mood would carry over into bed, where I used my advantage to be the beneficiary of one of her incredible blowjobs. Nobody can match Amy's skill using her mouth and hands on a hard cock. I came in torrents, but have to admit I had an image of Alex on my mind.
So, the week in Key West was to include my in-laws. There were actually some pluses to that, including the fact Amy and Debbie would go off on their own and I would have time to do what I wanted. I envisioned a lot of bar hopping and meeting new friends, some of which would even be straight.
The mid-forties is an interesting age, especially when you look a little younger, as both Amy and I do. At forty six, you aren't so old thirty-somethings totally ignore you and you're mature enough to know which ones are bullshitting you. I consider myself fairly good looking, with all my hair and a decent body. I think women are attracted to me, but don't get the wrong idea. I have never willfully looked for another woman. The sex Amy and I have is more than satisfactory.
But things happen, you know. And God did things happen in Key West. I will relate what I experienced personally and what I eventually found out from the others in the party, as I'll explain at the end.
The trip down was uneventful except for the temporary disappearance of Alex in the airport. She was found in one of the lounges with a middle-aged executive, drinking shots and generally flirting with him until he actually thought he had a chance with her. The guy obviously never met Alex before.
More than half drunk, she survived the flight like the rest of us.
I talked to Debbie on the plane more than I had expected to. I mean, I had expected to do a lot of listening to Debbie, but she let me get a few words in and it was rather pleasant. Debbie's got the same cute, oval face as Amy, with the same dark eyes and little nose. Her hair is cut short and always looks great. Like her sister, Debbie is only about five feet three inches tall and maybe one hundred ten pounds. Her waist is tiny and her breasts are proportionally small, but sufficient to be inviting.
I thought by the end of the flight that we were on pretty good terms.
We found our hotel on South Roosevelt Avenue and checked in. Each family had a suite, consisting of a living room and bedroom plus a small area with a wet bar, microwave and refrigerator. Alex was still complaining about having to sleep on the couch when Amy and I left her and her parents to fight it out.
Alex didn't always get her way, but God she was persistent. Only when there was nothing more for her to gain from arguing would she stop. I'm sure it was a successful technique with any man she encountered, such as college professors and boyfriends. She had a seductive voice when she wanted to use it. Combined with her face and model's body, she was a formidable foe.
I truly just wanted to relax for a week and I wasn't going to let Debbie and her family prevent that from happening. Little did I know what a key role they would play in the week being one of the best ever for me and Amy.
My adventure started the very first afternoon, just a few hours after arriving. I had drifted off on my own to tour the hotel grounds and walk across to the beach. I was gone less than an hour. When I came back, Amy wasn't in the room so I walked down the hall to Debbie and Bill's room. I knocked and a few seconds later, Alex opened the door.
"Oh, hi Uncle John," she said with a smile from behind the door.
"Is Amy here?"
She shook her head. "Nope. They all went looking for you. You didn't see them?"
"No," I said.
"C'mon in," she said, opening the door wider.
For some reason, I hesitated. But I walked in anyway and as soon as Alex moved out from behind the door I saw that she wore a colorful blue and red bikini. She had to notice my prolonged glance at her as I entered. She closed the door and walked past me into the living area of the suite. I stared brazenly at her luscious ass and long, lean body, thinking about an entire week of staring at her heavenly figure.
"Don't let me keep you from prime pool time, if that's what you had planned," I told her.
"I have all week," Alex replied, falling onto the couch and crossing her legs.
I continued across to the sliding glass door that led out to a tiny patio. Below us, the white sand of Smathers Beach and, beyond that, the sparkling clear water of the Gulf of Mexico stretched as far as I could see. Palm trees lined the beach and bright blue umbrellas shaded the sunbathers.
"I don't suppose we'll be seeing you until late into the night," I said.
Alex just smiled. "We'll see."
"Do you expect to find many guys your age down here?" I asked. "Key West is packed with older men, you know."
Alex stood up and slowly strolled over to me. She said, "Maybe it's an older guy I'm looking for, Uncle John."
She tilted her head and stared at me until I almost melted. She was close enough to reach out and touch, but I convinced myself not to.
"They would all be wishing they were nineteen again so they could be with you, Alex."
She replied, "But nineteen year old guys don't know what I want. They only care about themselves. They only care about getting their hard cocks inside my pussy."
I was too stunned by her words to respond. So she continued: "An older guy knows how to take his time and make sure I'm ready. He cares about me first."
Alex had my back pretty much pinned against the glass, even though our bodies were not touching. I was about to move around her when she reached down and took hold of my right hand. She raised it without any resistance from me until I realized she was going to place it on the side of her tit.
"No, Alex," I complained.
She pulled harder and my palm rested on the outside of her bikini top. The fullness of her breast was obvious just with the miniscule touch my fingers had of it. She pressed the hand against her with more force.
"And I know what you want," she said softly. "Touch me, Uncle John. Feel my tits."
