As a senior Vice President for Extradori International, Sam Lewrie was required to travel extensively. Sam was single and in his early fifties, his career was his life now. He never quite could make the significant other hook-up happen. He had some good runs earlier in his life but his career and ambition got in the way. Now it was his age. He just didn't get the eye contact like he did ten years ago. Still, he had good friends who were glad to see him when he dropped in on them in the course of his travels and was blessed with a great relationship with his younger brother's family.
Sam was quite content to be "Uncle Sammy" and enjoyed his quarterly drop-ins. Sam's brother and wife were glad to have him because it often meant they had a chance to get away for a weekend. Sam's brother, Walter, acquired a ready-made family. His wife, Jane, had a daughter, Ryan, from a previous marriage. Jane's first husband died in a traffic accident when Ryan was just a baby.
She was now in her third year at U of T where she was apparently doing quite well. Sam fondly remembered years earlier when she loved to play horsy with him as he bounced her on his knee, but as she grew older, she became more aloof and distant. Sam understood that that was the way of teenagers and he was really ok with the change because now when he often visited, he had the house to himself.
On this trip, Sam remembered, it was just over a year since he last saw Ryan. At that time, he remembered being struck by not only how smart she was, but also how she had grown into a beautiful woman like her mother. Though he felt awkward to admit it, he observed that she had become as hot as a summer night in Tennessee.
Ryan was always a bit of a tomboy and very athletic, but her university involvement in volleyball had turned her into one very hot deal. She had a firm ass and from what Sam could garner from his prowling of the family laundry hamper she now sported a wonderful pair of 36C cup breasts and wore size small panties. He surmised she must have driven the local boys wild. Hell! She drove her uncle wild.
Sam arrived at the house late and as he approached, the door swung open, "Hi Uncle Sammy," said Ryan as she breezed by him in an impossibly short and tight black dress, "Bye Uncle Sammy. I'm out with Shelley, and will be staying at her place tonight, see ya later!"
So Sam had the house to himself and secretly wondered what delights awaited him inside.
Uncle Sam was, in fact, a bit of a pervert -- a panty pervert to be precise. His laundry hamper prowling was a bad habit he picked up as a young teenager. Growing up with two older sisters, he first discovered the charms of young women's panties when he entered his teens and he enjoyed many evenings stroking with a pair of his sisters panties wrapped about his hard cock. His hobby pretty much ended when he moved away to college. There he discovered a young woman's delights were better enjoyed first hand and his interest in panties diminished.
Truth be told, he had mostly forgotten his panty fascination ages ago but old perversions die hard. Shortly after he started visiting his brother's place, he encountered a pair of Jane's panties left on the sink counter just after she had finished in the bathroom. Bringing them tentatively to his nose he discovered Jane's charms were even more delightful than the memory of his sisters. Like the one drink to an alcoholic, Sam was hooked again.
Of course, he left them as found but quickly discovered more treasures were available in the laundry hamper in the bathroom.
To describe Sam's sister-in-law as attractive would be doing her an injustice. She was frankly stunning - the proverbial, tall, willowy, long-haired blond with sparkling green eyes. She sported a 38-24-36 figure with DD cups. A runner all her life, her toned legs, and flat stomach, even in her 40s were the envy of her friends. She was also a delight to be around, greeting everyone with a welcoming smile and truly generous attitude. Every time Sam visited, Jane was there with a warm, tight hug that left him with a bit of a limp after. Unfortunately for Sam, on this visit, Jane and his brother had left earlier - no hugs.
Sam made his way to the guest bedroom. As always, it was freshly made up and to Sam's sister-in-law's credit, she did have the very best towels and toiletries available.
Sam's brother-in-law was an architect and had designed the upper floor so that the main bathroom was a multi-ensuite arrangement. That is, each of the three bedrooms could access the central bathroom through a series of doors. Each bedroom had private sinks and toilets, but they in turn opened on a central bath and shower room. The arrangement ensured no one hogged a single bathroom and everyone was assured privacy provided you kept track of the doors. One was supposed to close the other access points out when one was occupying the main washroom. On this visit, Sam had the domain to himself so he really didn't pay too much attention to the doors. After a long travel day, he thought a good soak would do him a world of good. After his bath, Sam retired to bed with a lacy pair of his sister-in-law's panties.
The following morning - Saturday - Sam woke up rested. He was still holding Jane's panties in his hand. He tucked them under his pillow and headed for the shower.
Emerging from the shower, Sam grabbed himself a plush towel from the towel warmer. Drying himself off, he knotted the towel about his waist and headed back to the bedroom.
"Well, good morning, Uncle Sammy."
Sam froze. Slowly turning in the direction of his niece's voice; he was a bit taken aback to see her sitting on his bed, rigged in a very seductive white lace bra and panty set complete with thigh high stockings
Her long legs were open just enough so that Sam had a clear view of her panty covered vulva. She had one little finger of one hand placed in the corner of her mouth, the other scribing a course across her breasts, down her flat stomach the slowly between their legs. Then back again for good measure.
"Ryan! What, what are you doin' home? What are you doing here? I thought you were at Shelley's house."
"I was, but I got bored so I came home late last night, but not so late as to discover your pervy secret, you dirty old man"
Sam tried to form the words.
"Shush!" she placed her finger up to her lips and then reaching under the pillow, produced the pair of her mom's panties Sam had sequestered there.
"You are so busted you perv. I saw you from the bathroom last night. You forgot to close the door between the bedroom and bathroom. I saw you sniffing mom's panties. Were you licking them? No matter. And then when you wrapped them around your cock and started to stroke your dick slowly. Fuck I thought that was pretty hot, I never watched a man jack off like that. I could see your breath becoming short. And then you fucking exploded like a geyser. Fuck, I was so turned on. Pity you had only mom's panties to cum in and not my hot juicy cunt, eh?"
She took the panties and brought them to her mouth. "Hmmmm, still moist." She licked them and looked at him directly. "Hmm, Uncle Sam, I think I can taste your load," she giggled, "Kinda tasty but it's not fresh."
"Look this is gonna be all too bad for you. Mom will be so disappointed and disgusted when she finds out." She lay back against the propped up pillows and slowly spread her thighs wider. She again slowly stroked her body with her hands, moving them about hypnotically.
"I learned about nasty boys like you in high school. I know how some boys like to steal girls panties and jack off in them. I actually suspected you for a long time. You see, one of my chores was to do the family laundry. I guess that's where I first noticed people's sexual stuff. I began to notice crusty bits on Mom's panties from time to time. I thought they were dad's nastiness but now I'm thinkin' that was your load I was sniffin' all this time." She laughed, "I guess you might say, I've kinda got a taste for you. Ha Ha. Have to say, I'm also kinda disappointed you didn't pick my panties. Don't you think I'm sexy?"
Sam shook his head, "Yes," then stammered, "I mean, No. No, I mean...Ryan this is crazy..."
Ryan cut him off, "What did I say, Uncle Sam, shush! Funny thing is I actually don't mind your pervy hobby. It kinda turns me on."
Now she dragged her middle finger over the camel toe that was now apparent on her panties. Sam noticed now the fabric had become darkened, parts even seemed to be glistening. More blood flooded into his cock which was harder now that he could remember in a long time.
"Uh, oh, I can see Uncle Sammy has a boner under that towel," she giggled.
"I thought you'd like to know I've had these panties on since yesterday evening. After seeing you jack off last night, I was sooo fuckin' horny I just had to finger myself. I pretty much flooded them at the same time when you exploded. Then I went to bed with them on. When I woke up, I was still horny and jilled off in them again. And then again while waiting for you when you were in the shower just now. I've pretty much cum in them three times."
Sam's mouth went dry. He was now staring directly at Ryan's panties.
She smiled mischievously at Sam. "I can see it in your eyes. You're just dying to have these aren't you? Dying to lick my girl cum? Hehe." And with that she snapped her legs in the air and whisked her panties off in one smooth motion, careful to provide a glimpse but, no more of her smoothly shaved wet quim.
She brought them to her nose, "Oh fuck yes! Dude these are so ripe and juicy and sooooo nasty." Looking at him directly, "You know uncle Sammy, you might never taste something as fresh and young as this." She drew in the scent of herself again, "Hmmmm."
Sam squirmed in agony. He was so mesmerized by her taunting he thought his cock would explode - and not in a good way. "Listen, Ryan," he scanned the room looking for something else to look at, rather than focusing on his niece's exquisite form. He redoubled his effort to hold the towel that covered his modesty and at the same time discretely tried to make his erection less obvious. "This is wrong. Look, I'm sorry about your mom's panties thing. Won't ever happen again. Please don't tell your mom, OK?
"Oh, I don't know, Uncle Sammy. I don't know if I can keep something like this secret. Why I don't know if I should. Who knows what the next stage of your perversion will be. Maybe you'll creep into my room and try to stick your big cock in my tight little fuck hole.
