As they frolicked in the [pregnant pause]
water!
You always knew that his mind was on boobs, but I never felt threatened or uncomfortable around this "dirty old man."
As another example, one time, I wondered into his office and noticed that had a Sports Illustrated calendar on his desk. Very pretty girls in skimpy bikinis, or even topless - but with their nipples always covered, hidden by an arm, in the sand, whatever. But aside from this year's calendar, it looked like he had saved a backup set of pages on another stand, all neatly arranged by date and day. I had to guess that this was his "best of" collection from prior year calendars. I looked through a few, and it seemed his taste ran to big boobs (no surprise), shots with underboob exposure, a few girls in crocheted bikinis with, yes, some nipples vaguely visible beneath the mesh, and shots with the wet T-shirt look, where you could see the girl's nipples showing through. I felt a strange tingle in my own nipples as I flipped through the pages.
I paused, though, when I saw Hannah Ferguson, Thursday, March 26, 2015. Standing sideways to the camera, she had on a bikini bottom that, on the hip, had a very wide mesh netting (the mesh was tighter towards her rear). She was topless, and like many of the other topless SI models, she had a hand covering her nipples, while allowing the underside of her right boob to show along with the entire side and underneath of her left breast.
Then I looked more closely at the fingers of her left hand. They were not tightly closed, and - did this slip through the censors? - there was a stiff nipple popping up between her index and middle fingers! Granted, tame by the standards of the internet these days (so I've heard, anyway), but there was an SI model all but playing with her nipple for the camera! I couldn't even dream of being that bold - well, maybe I did that night - of showing off my boobs and even a stiff nipple for a camera in broad daylight!
As I studied the photo, I become aware of the fact that I was mimicking her look - lightly touching my breast (granted, through blouse and bra) and locating my now very stiff left nipple between index and middle finger. I gave my nip a squeeze that sent a shiver through my body, then quickly put everything back the way I found it and hurried out of the room. But the image of Hannah touching her nipple out on a beach somewhere stayed with me. How must it feel to show off your body, to show off your underboob and your nipple like that? Did she get horny thinking about all the erections she caused? Could she have nipple orgasms like mine while thinking of the spilled sperm she caused?
As I played with my nipples that night, I thought about whether I could ever expose my boobs and nipples like that. It was an exciting thought, and I rubbed my swollen buds faster and faster the more I thought about it, but I was sure, in the end, that my eventual husband would be the only one ever able to take in the views of my tits and stiff nipples that danced in my head that night. I was just too shy and repressed.
Anyway, the point of the SI model story is that Uncle Vern clearly loves looking at boobs and nipples. But, even though I looked around later another time, I never found anything that I would call pornographic. The SI models were erotic yes, but never vulgar. So, despite his obvious love of boobs, I never felt threatened around him; I was the daughter he never had, and he was the replacement for my father (explained below).
Anyway, UV (my nickname for Uncle Vern from the time I turned 13) expected Aunt Cindy to do what he asked, and most all of the time she did. But he loved her deeply and she adored him, so it all worked out.
UV had wanted to be a respiratory scientist ("I love to study chests" was a tag phrase, delivered with a wink, when he talked about that part of his past), but before he got his degree, he inherited a profitable hardware store, and that took him away from science. While he worked pretty hard, he and Aunt Cindy did not want for too much.
Cindy and my Mom worked as nurses for the same company and loved their jobs, although the hours were sometimes long and crazy.
UV and Aunt Cindy lived nearby, and our families became quite close (although I was the only child between both couples) and dinner every Friday was a given. Every other Friday we'd eat at one house, the next at the other.
Then my Dad died when I was six. I had been like lots of young girls, in love with my Dad, who "promised" me that we'd get married when I grew up. But with him gone, Uncle Vern became my father figure and my love. He loved me back like I might have been his own, and he always gave me lots of presents for my birthday and for Christmas, since he knew my Mom could not afford to spoil me. And if I smiled at him sweetly, I'd get most any gift I wanted in between - money for movies or whatever.
And of course, my Mom had to work that much harder with Dad gone. She was comforted in knowing that Uncle Vern and Aunt Cindy would always be there for me, and they even gave me a key, at first just for emergencies, but later to let myself in after school before everyone else arrived on Friday, where I sometimes started the cooking.
Friday dinners were always at their house now, since Mom was struggling with the bills. Movies after dinner, with me sitting on UV's lap, became a tradition. He made me feel loved and safe.
Even when Mom and Aunt Cindy would have to work on a Friday night, he and I would watch TV until Aunt Cindy would get home. Uncle Vern would love it when I sat on his lap to watch TV. When I was a child, we would watch animated movies together. He always kept me feeling warm and safe, laughing along with me at the funny parts. I even made him promise to marry me when I grew up, since Dad was not there anymore, and he smiled and said, "Of course I will, Toots, of course I will."
As a teenager, of course, I realized that marrying UV was not an option. He was younger than most adults I knew (only 14 years older than me) and very handsome, but he and Cindy were very openly affectionate, and the marriage seemed solid. But going to a Catholic school had left me with virtually no contact with boys, and the few times I went on a date ended in disaster. All the boys wanted to do was to feel my tits, and I frankly wanted a little more respect from them before that was going to happen. In fact, although I thought I would like going out with boys, there were times I wondered.
BACK TO BREASTS
More about the boobs in my family. There is definitely something about genetics, because I clearly inherited my Mom's generous chest, and Cindy had a matching set of tits as well. Now, I don't know about my Mom's nipples, since she has always been careful to keep well covered (she still goes to mass every Sunday, while Cindy quit after marrying Vern), but I do know that Cindy and I share the same nipples.
See, I had let myself in one warm afternoon and was in the kitchen getting a soda. I was just about to open the sliding screen door to the patio when I spotted Vern, sitting in his chair facing away from me, just as Cindy was walking past. She had on some short shorts and a flimsy crop top that barely covered the underside of her boobs. Anyway, he stopped her and asked for a kiss. Next thing I knew, he'd reached up and pulled the crop top up to uncover her bare breasts - she was not wearing a bra! Her bare boobies were just hanging out there for UV (and me) to see. They were gorgeous.
That had me stopped in my tracks, but what happened next has been burned into my memory banks. He reached up and gave each of her nipples a twist as I heard him say, "I just love to keep you nipples stiff, Sweetie, it makes me so happy to see your nips perky like that."
Cindy didn't stop him, but in a low voice just said, "Oh, hush, Vern, you know I like it when my nipples are stiff for you, too, but remember Amber's coming over. What if she heard you talking like that?" With that she pushed his hand away and pulled her top back down (although not quite covering her underboob), but not before I got a good look at her nipples and areolas, which looked just like my nips when they get stiff. Which they were. Instantly long and stiff - and longing to be loved up. For reasons I can't explain, the still exposed, curving underboob of both of her breasts had me captivated.
"Well," replied Vern, hardly lowering his voice, "I'd tell her that I'd like to see her nipples perky, too."
"Oh, Vern, you dirty old man! What am I going to do with you?"
"Well, I've got a few ideas ..."
