Jennifer's Vacation
Part 03
Adventure at the Mall
*~Jennifer's Point-of-View~*
Oh my God! They'd just dropped a bomb on me, a bunch of bombs... and now I'm floating on cloud nine.
"We leave for the mall in 45 minutes," said Aunt Linda.
"I'll pick you up at the front of the hotel."
I stood for a second, stunned at the amazing changes to my life within that last few minutes. Then I squealed with excitement and ran to the buffet, grabbed an apple and a muffin and skipped off to my room. I was so excited I didn't even notice I dropped them before I got to the elevator.
Shopping all day... then a CAR next week. I squealed quietly in excitement as I hurried to the elevators.
I thought today was going to be a miserable day. I figured I'd spend the day at the beach trying to figure out how to get out of being with nasty old Uncle Jimmy, especially after last night and this morning.
Well, what had happened with Uncle Jimmy hadn't FELT nasty. Not at all. As a matter of fact, it had been pretty amazing. Better than anything I could've possibly imagined, but the perv blackmailed me and filmed me having sex with him!
I still don't know what I'm going to do. He seemed to know quite a lot about technology and social media and stuff... and he'd recorded me TWICE. If any of my friends or my family ever saw that...
But the sex. OH MY GOD! That had been sooooo good. Who would've thought such a nasty, smelly old man could make me feel so damn good. I felt a pleasant shiver down my back.
As I hurried to my room, OUR room, I felt hot all of a sudden. My face, my chest and my groin were hot to the touch and my heart was hammering in my chest. Our room. His and mine. He said I was HIS last night when he was fucking me. When he was fucking me so well.
Am I his? Would I ever WANT to be his?
My mind screamed NOOOOO.
My body screamed YEEEESSSS.
I slowed down as images from last night and this morning flashed through my mind's eye like afterimages in a lightning storm. HOT images. BURNING HOT images. I could feel Uncle Jimmy's hands on me. I could feel the thrust of his hot member slipping easily between my slippery wet lips and an image of him hovering over me... ugly, bald, hairy, with a huge fat belly made me want to scream. He was so disgusting.
If he's so disgusting, why am I so wet right now? Why did that image include his enormous veiny dick? Why am I so aroused?
Do I have a fetish for disgusting old men?
I shook my head to dispel the disturbing thoughts and images, tucked my long blonde hair behind my ears and hurried to THE room. There... it's not my room, not his room, not our room, it's THE room.
All things considered, after all the good things that had happened this morning... including my disgusting uncle making me cum so many times that I just about passed out, things really weren't so bad.
When I stepped into the elevator, every disturbing image vanished from my mind. I'm going to own my own car! I thought to myself. I took a step into the elevator and bounced on the balls of my feet with excitement.
"By this time next week, I'm going to have my own car."
"I'M GOING TO HAVE MY OWN CAR!"
When the elevator doors opened, I squealed and took off running down the hall in joy. My long legs got me to the room in no time. I paused at the door. At that moment, I'd swear I felt Uncle Jimmy's hand run caressingly up my outer thigh. The heat flashed back, and I hesitated, slipped the card in, waited for the green light to flash on the plate and pushed the door open.
The room was exactly as I'd left it 15 minutes before, but this time I could smell the gamy smell of sex in the air. I could smell my own woman scent and Uncle Jimmy's stale body odor. His smell should've repelled me, should've made me want to leave immediately, but all it did was turn me on... again.
Does that mean I'M a pervert?
I shrugged.
It was at this point I decided that the things I'd done with Uncle Jimmy last night and this morning were not horrible and painful. They weren't memories I needed to repress or forget, they were beautiful and exciting and represented my sexual awakening. Too many good things have happened since we got here and that included what happened with Uncle Jimmy. Nothing was going to spoil this vacation.
Maybe it was time for me to admit, at least to myself, that I'm attracted to pervy Uncle Jimmy. There was no point denying it, so why bother.
Yup, I guess I'm a pervert too.
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I waited at the hotel entrance only a few minutes before I saw Uncle Jimmy's big luxury car pull into the hotel's covered driveway. I gulped when I saw my uncle was driving and my aunt was riding shotgun. I felt heat spread outward from my groin when my eyes met his. I looked away quickly and slid into the back seat. I knew my face was burning bright red.
My aunt turned around and we talked excitedly for a few moments as my uncle pulled out and drove to an enormous outlet mall only 15 minutes away. My aunt turned back to face the front and continued talking excitedly. I made all the right responses and in the right tone of voice because she never noticed a thing. I met Uncle Jimmy's eyes in the rearview mirror as he drove. His eyes stayed safely on the road, but he kept capturing my eyes with his.
I tried to focus on my conversation with Aunt Linda, but my eyes were drawn to his. I looked down and stared at his hairy hands. I remembered their touch, the feel of those large warm hands on her skin. The hairy forearm and knuckles made my skin tingle and drew goosebumps all over my body.
I looked into his eyes through the rearview mirror and watched them widen as I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and spread it open, offering the tops of my round boobs to his admiring gaze. A shiver went down my spine as I watched his eyes. I knew how much he liked them. They were still sore from last night's mauling... but it was a good sore.
I gave him my biggest smile and focused on the conversation with my aunt, but I left my blouse open. I wanted Uncle Jimmy's eyes on me... as long as he didn't crash the car.
My nostrils flared at his scent. The smell of his sweat filled the car and mixed with my aunt's perfume and my shampoo. I remembered his scent well. It surrounded me last night and this morning like a warm cocoon. I didn't find it unpleasant anymore. It was another trigger to my arousal. His staring eyes, his huge hands gripping me... my hips, my breasts, my shoulders. Thrusting. Pulling. Filling me.
My nipples were so hard they ached.
I tried to calm my rapid breathing. My aunt didn't seem to notice my breathless answers to her questions.
When I glanced over at Uncle Jimmy, I saw him staring at my bouncing breasts as he pulled the car into a parking lot. I quickly buttoned my blouse and met them at the front of the car. My aunt and I stood on either side of Uncle Jimmy. We both towered half a head over him. He put an arm around each of us and proudly walked towards the mall entrance, to many a man's envious stare.
His heavy right arm rested possessively on my small waist as his left rested on his wife's. He strutted as if we were his trophies.
I was wearing a light cream blouse, a pair of tan shorts cinched tight at the waist and some slip-on Vans. It was a tasteful outfit and I knew it looked good on me, it showed off my legs well. The blouse was tucked into my shorts and fit snug against my waist, making my boobs really stand out. I knew it was an attention-getter, that's why I'd picked it.
I took Uncle Jimmy's hand off my waist and stepped away from him.
So now he thinks he has the right to put his fat sweaty hands on me?
Well... this morning I didn't mind it so much. If he does that again then maybe...
NO!
I have no intention of making things easy for him. He may have made me cum -- a bunch -- but that doesn't mean what he did to me was right. The old perv blackmailed me!
What can I do about that? How can I change things so I have the power?
He broke my train of thought when he grabbed a handful of my blouse, pulled me close and put his arm around my waist again.
How can such a fat old man be so strong?
We walked into the crowded mall.
Aunt Linda shook off Uncle Jimmy's arm, grabbed me and pulled me along excitedly. I was really glad she pulled me away from him, his hand had just started to slide down onto my ass.
"You and I are going to any store you want and we're going to buy anything you want," my aunt babbled excitedly.
"Anything," she said, looking at her husband with a smug smirk.
Smiling tollerantly, Uncle Jimmy held up a gold credit card. "Let's go."