I didn't have sexy shoes to wear, but looking at myself in the mirror in my old-fashioned white tennis shoes, I realized that the outfit was very...attractive. So I went to my uncle's car and, as I got in, my dress actually rode up quite a bit. I certainly wasn't an expert at certain movements, and my smooth, tapered legs were the target of my uncle's glances. Embarrassed, however, I chose not to try to cover them. I felt myself shaking. My uncle started the car, and as he drove away, I felt his hand rest on my thigh. I was completely confused, but my clit told me I was getting excited both by that contact and by the whole situation. The caress of his hand was terribly tantalizing, and I felt capable of turning him on, too.

When we got to the restaurant, I went in first, and instantly felt all the eyes turning on me. I had a short, perky haircut, and my shoes made me look like a perky, easy-going girl. I don't know if anyone noticed the slight bulge under my short dress. Uncle held his hand on my hip and made me sit across from him. I could read in his gaze all his thoughts and the undoubted fantasies he was living inside himself.

I crossed my legs under the table, and the feeling of the contact of my own naked skin added something unreal.

Throughout dinner, Uncle's eyes devoured me, and I felt on the one hand in control of the situation, and on the other, incapable of abandoning myself to this new way of living my life.

Uncle whispered words of simple desire to me, and I couldn't help but blush. Desire for a man for me. For my body. My head was spinning, and a thousand thoughts raced through my mind.

Dinner ended, and we headed back to the car, his lustful gazes still following me, lingering on my legs and my lithe body. Without deciding, I had begun to shimmy slightly, and Uncle's hand on my hip accepted the movement lightly.

On my way home, Uncle's hand once again took hold of my thigh, and instinctively, I parted my delicious thighs. His hand sensed that slight movement and immediately took advantage of that soft, warm space, moving up towards my wild clit.

I looked at Uncle...he looked at me with the sweetest smile...I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. The touch of his fingers on my clit made me shudder; it was wonderfully unreal. And a stupid thought came to me: What should I do? A moment later, I let myself be carried away by his hand gripping my clit. I often jerked off, but the hand of a stranger gave me sensations I'd never felt before. A slow but deep masturbation began. I wanted it to never end. We drove to the house. His hand left my rock-hard flesh and, grasping the back of my neck, he pulled me close and kissed me, first sweetly, then, parting his lips, he sought out my tongue, which began a terribly exciting game.

At that moment, a car pulled up. It was my mother, being driven home by her current lover.

Everything stopped. We all got out of the cars, and immediately I felt my mother's partner's gaze fall shamelessly on me...