While I was in New York on business, I stayed with my niece Nikki, who I hadn’t seen since her wedding 10 years ago, when she was in her late teens. She still looked damn good, walking around the house in tight short-shorts that left the cheeks of her tight little ass hanging out and halter tops that showed almost everything but her nipples. Of course, I like a little eye candy, so I complimented her on having kept her figure. She thanked me and said that she was glad someone had noticed. As she said this, she gave her husband Tony a look, but he didn’t even glance up from the big stack of pancakes he was wolfing down.
On my third night there, I was sitting on the sofa in the family room, watching one of the late-night talk shows with Tony, when she came parading in the room dressed in a clingy white sleep dress. It was obvious that she was naked underneath it. She stretched out on her side on the other end of the sofa. When her foot nudged my thigh, I glanced over at her. My breath caught in my throat when I noticed that her dress had ridden up the back of her thighs. Since she wasn’t wearing any panties, her man-killer ass was clearly visible.
Once she knew she had my attention, she turned over on to her back and folded her legs at the knees. Even though she had hooked her dress over knees, I could see the back of her thighs down to her ass and just a hint of her crotch. Nikki spread her legs a little, showing me her pussy. My breath caught in my throat, and it was all I could do not to moan at the sight of its beautiful pale lips. All I could think of about was how much I’d like to bury my face between her thighs and go crazy on her. She opened her thighs a little wider and the lips of her pussy parted, revealing the pink insides and the little star-shaped opening to her passage. She grinned like a cat and tapped my now hard dick with her foot for a second. I looked over at Tony to see if he had noticed, but he was busy with a huge bowl of popcorn and never looked up. He must not have caught on to what she was doing because after a while he said goodnight and went on up to bed.
As soon as he went upstairs, I said, “Damn it, Nikki, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What’s the matter, Uncle John?” she said, all innocence.
“Christ, girl, you’re showing me everything you’ve got.”
“I know, but I can’t help it. I’m so frustrated. Besides from the way you’ve been looking at me, I thought you would like it. Nobody else seems to give a damn.”
“Nikki, your husband was right in the room.”