Desire is key!!Yes that is the real me (profile pic) .I am 44 and far from being a little girl..I am impossible! I am complicated and really not sure what I like! as a woman I am turned on by many things but I'm told I should not be! why not I ask! I will not let one bad moment ( alot really but I'm not counting that)
define my tastes and desires! I am not dominate nor am i submissive! I love both! yes by my definition I'm up for anything but am very discreet! so there is you alil about me..hope you enjoy!
He was always the creepy uncle. The one everyone just pretended to not notice when his eyes would linger too long on the bottoms of the his nieces. The one whose hugs were a bit too long, and whose hands touched you as if he owned you. The one who made inappropriate jokes , and always made jokes about sitting on his lap at Christmas time, calling himself Santa.
This year was nothing different, and only worse.
I arrived with my parents and was carrying in a tray full of cookies, and bags of presents on my arms. So when I walked in I was defenseless against his kiss on my cheek too close to my mouth and his hand on my backside when I walked past him. I rolled my eyes and dodged his second kiss on my cheek. I heard his quiet little “Mmm” when his hand patted my back side as I kept walking. Why were we forced to put up with him, why was he even invited?
“You’ve grown up this year.” he said taking a drink of the scotch in his glass. Nodding at me, and winking. I scoffed when I saw him looking at my chest. I suddenly regretted not wearing a looser top. It was a plain hunter green long sleeved v neck shirt, and I was wearing Christmas leggings that were black with maroon and hunter green Christmas decoration on them. Which was most likely the reason he kept feeling inclined to try to touch my ass when I was near him.
My other cousins looked at me with that “I’m sorry. I feel so bad for you” look. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You fill that shirt up real nice Amy” he grinned to himself.
Gross. I thought. Gross. Gross. Gross.
I walked away and over towards my cousins brushing my hair over my shoulder as if I was also brushing off the smell of his scotch and the creepy things he had just done and said.
“Oh my god..what did he just say.” one of my cousins whispered laughing.
“You dont even want to know..” I shook my head and we all laughed.
“Oh my god…he’s coming..” they laughed again and I felt him standing behind me lurking over my shoulder.
“What are you girls giggling about? Boys?” he asked and I slipped to the side away from him and he stood beside me in the circle.
“Yeppp” answered one of my cousins.
“I bet you all drive the boys crazy…” he said looking us all up in down. “If only I was 20 years younger.” he said as I looked to him and he was licking his lip looking down my shirt.
I scoffed and turned my back to him.
“Don’t mind this view at all..” he chuckled and and gave an “mmmm mmmmm mmm, you probably get all the boys in trouble.”
“He’s looking at your ass.” my cousin next to me whispered and I felt his hand pat my butt. “Little trouble maker arent ya?” he said.
I spun around. “Stop touching my butt you fucking creep!” ……is what I had imagined blurting out, but again..for some reason we were all supposed to, and expected to ignore what a pervert he was. Since we were only forced to see him on Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter.
Instead. I glared at him and walked away.
“Don’t let him bother you.” my cousin Jeff said.
“He’s disgusting..why is he even here.” I crossed my arms and scowled.
“No idea…I dont know why they invite him.” he admitted.
No more than 30 seconds later he was behind me again, this time his body completely against my backside.
“Taking a good look at your little cousin here Jeff? Isn’t she a beauty? She’s got trouble written allll over her, doesnt she?” he slurred behind me.
My whole body tensed and my hands curled into fists and I focused my eyes on Jeff who was shaking his head slightly, letting me know not to react.
“Do you wear underwear with these pants? Or are you wearing one of those thong things?” he asked. I started to shake, I wanted to cry, I was so sick of him.
“Cause I dont see any panty lines…just a nice round butt.” he chuckled again.
“Uncle Tim , why don’t we go watch the game..” my cousin Jeff said putting his hand on his shoulder trying to back him away from me.
“Watch what game? I want to spend time with my niece Amy here..” he said his hand reaching out to grab my arm, Jeff swatting it down. I walked away and up the stairs and ran down the hall and into Jeff’s room and laid on his bed screaming into his pillow.
A few minutes later I heard footsteps and jumped up and sat up. A sigh of relief when it was just Jeff.
“Dude..he’s the worst.” Jeff shook his head.
“Uhhh…yea…I know…” I said and swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat there. “I almost punched him..I came so fucking close..” I said angrily my hands still shaking as I lift them and pretended as if I was strangling him. “I want to grab him and choke him to death.”
Jeff sat down in his computer chair in front of me. He laughed a little. “Yeah..I could tell he was about to lose his life.”
I laughed a little. “goddddd, why do they even let him come though?!”
Jeff shrugged. “I guess they feel bad, he doesnt have a family besides us.”
“Cause nobody wants to marry him! Cause he’s a creep!” I exclaimed. “Why are we punished because hes a fucking weirdo?”
Jeff laughed again. “No idea…but he seems to get worse every year. He grabbed Jillian’s breasts at Thanksgiving.”
“What?!” I yelled.
Jeff nodded. “Dont tell her I told you…but he cornered her coming out of the bathroom and had his hands all over her, tried to kiss her too.”
“Jesus christ…” I said. “He ..he is just…he’s the worst.”
Jeff nodded again. "Seriously..I don’t know how you guys haven’t hauled off and slapped him yet.“
“Trust me..Im THIS close.” I told him.
“He doesn’t even try to hide it.., he’ll just stare directly at my tits…or straight up grab my ass, .it’s like he’s only getting worse because he keeps getting away with other shit.” I said and shook my head in frustration and slapped my hands down on the bed. “God, I hate him!” I yelled towards the door, even though I doubted anyone would actually hear me with the christmas music, and talking.
“Don’t let him ruin your day…just..forget about him..” Jeff said.
“How?! He hasnt left me alone since I walked in.” I told him.
“Just hang out with me..I’ll keep him off ya.” Jeff said.
I smiled. “thanks but…he’s a vulture…I’m going to punch him if he comes near me again.”
Jeff smiled.
“what, Im serious!” I told him. “Dont think I wont.”
“No no..” he laughed. “I believe you will…you’re just…” he started.
“Im what?!” I asked in a high pitch voice and threw my hands on my hips and stood up.
He laughed and threw his hands up as if to surrender. “Whoa whoaaa…” he laughed. “I was just gonna say…you’re adorable when you’re angry.”
“Pfft.” I lifted my hands and then put them back on my hips. “Shut up. No I’m not , I’m angry when I’m angry! Scary!”
He laughed and shook his head. “Dont take this wrong..but you’re not threatening in the slightest..sorry.” He shrugged. “Maybe it’s because of the fact whenever I see you I see the little girl who was scared of butterflies when she was little. And cotton candy.”
I laughed. “That was a serious fear! The stuff used to terrify me!”
He laughed. “So fucking weird though.”
“Hey!” I faked a pout and he stood up.
“I’m just kiddingggg…it’s cute.” he said.
“Quit calling me things like cute..and adorableeee.” I said and rolled my eyes.
“I mean c'mon…dont take it in a weird way…but you’re pretty fricken cute Amy. And you know it too!” Jeff said pushing my shoulder playfully.
I pushed his shoulder back. “Don’t push me!” I giggled.
He playfully teased and pushed me again, and then reached to my side and tickled me too.
I swatted his hand. “No! No tickling! I hate it!”
“I know.” he said and laughed and did it again.
“Stoooop” I couldnt help but be frustrated and laugh at the same time as he grabbed onto me and tickled me some more.
I yelped and squealed, giggling.
“Do you hate it? Do you?! ” he teased as I couldnt even speak from laughing so hard and he gave me a break. I panted trying to catch my breath and laughed a little shaking my head and looking up at him.
“you’re the worst.” I told him and pushed my hair back out of my face.
“Am I really though?” he asked and smiled.
“Can we just hang out up here the rest of the day ?” I said and sat on the bed as he sat down next to me and then laid back with his legs still hanging over the bed. I did the same and lifted my arms over my head, my shirt raising on my belly just a little, as we both stared at his ceiling.
He turned on his side and with his head in his one hand that was propped up on his elbow, with his other hand reached over and tickled the exposed skin on my belly . I giggled and squirmed , my knees lifting as I kicked slightly, his fingers tickling from side to side, grabbing and tickling.
“Stop stop stop!” I giggled and he did and his hand stopped on my tummy, and instead he rubbed his hand back and forth over it. I looked at him , his eyes weren’t on mine, he was watching his hand as he moved it, and was smiling. I shivered as I felt just his fingertips graze over my lower tummy.
“Still tickle?” he asked looking at me, I blinked and nodded, blushing a little.
He dragged his fingertips upwards, slightly lifting my shirt a little higher till I shivered again, his fingers traced up and down my side. I shivered again, my body arched slightly at his touch.
“You’re so ticklish.” he said both of us still looking at one another, and I was too nervous to say anything, and I was never nervous with him. But I wanted to tell him how good it felt..that it was a different type of tickle, one that sent goosebumps all over my body. But he had to have already known.
He leaned in. Yes, I thought. I don’t know why I wanted it, or if I’d always wanted it and just never knew, but as his face was coming closer to mine I held my breath.
My forehead. He kissed my forehead.
And before I knew it my hand was lifting up behind his neck as his face began to move away, and I was pulling him back to me, and this time towards my mouth.
I kissed him softly, only for a few seconds and then let him pull away just a little as we both studied each others faces. I saw a slight smile before he’d closed his eyes and brought his lips back to mine. His hand was on my torso, his fingers softly dancing back and forth over my skin as our mouths kissed. Our lips parting, using slight tongue. His hand gripped my hip as he pulled on it, moving me to my side, forcing me to face him, my hands on his face as I kissed him.
Seconds later I was on top of him and making out. With. My. Cousin. What was I doing? OH god his lips felt so good on mine and the way his hands fit the curves of my hips, the way they felt slipping up my bare back beneath my shirt, and his fingers slipping slowly down my spine.
“Amy.” he said I felt his hands now pushing me away softly.
“Amy” he said again, I ignored him my mouth kissing him, and now down his neck.
“AMY” he said louder and I stopped.
“What?” I asked.
“what are we…what are we doing? We have to stop..I’m sorry..It’s my fault.” he said.
He was right, we had to stop. I sat up and and lifted my leg from over him, un straddling him and sat on the bed.
“Sorry.” I said quietly, pulling down my shirt.
“No..I’m sorry..I was…I shouldnt have been touching you like that, I’m sorry.” he said as he sat up and stood up.
I thought to myself how I wish he hadn’t stopped me, that I enjoyed his hands and the way they had felt.
“I’m sorry too.” I said. “I shouldnt have kissed you.”
I stood up and walked towards his door.
“amy wait..” he said and walked towards me as I turned around.
“I …i DID like it… I dont want you to think that’s why I stopped..I don’t want to hurt your feelings having you think it was bad..when it wasnt…it definitely wasn’t..it was…nice..it was really nice…” he kept stammering on. And I smiled, watching him try to spare me any emotional embarrassment.
“Jeff…” I said and stopped him. “It’s fine…I get it…” I shrugged. "I mean…it…WAS nice…and I didn’t really want to stop..“
"Oh god..me either..me either but..” he started.
“I knowwww.” I said. “We had to.” We both nodded and stared at each other. Truth be told, I did understand, entirely why we had to stop, but I was still aching for more of him, and the feeling of his mouth on mine and the way he kissed me.
“So..” I said. “…should we go down stairs then?” I suggested and stepped again towards the door a little.
“Wait…what if….we…no…no..god..no..nevermind..yes , let’s go downstairs…” he said nodding.
I closed his door and locked it.
“What are..” he started, My arms were already flung around his neck and my mouth was back on his and his hands on my waist, and he was lifting me, grabbing me behind my thighs lifting my legs around his waist.
There were no more words and I was pinned against the way, our tongues wildly searching each others mouths, and panting into each others mouths as my fingers began to unbutton his shirt and his mouth was on my neck his hands slipping up my shirt, lifting it. I stopped unbuttoning his shirt for him to undress me.
“Fuck..” he said looking down at my red satin bra my tits looking amazing. “Youre so fucking cute.” he said and kissed me again and I giggled slightly as I continued to unbutton his shirt and pushing it down off his shoulder, him shaking his arms as his hips still held me into the wall. His mouth was on my neck and his lips were so soft, and warm and dragging themselves over the sensitive skin on my neck and up to my ear where he whispered.
“This is so bad.” he said. “We need to stop.” he said his mouth clearly not agreeing with his mind as it continued back down my neck and across my collar bone, his hands behind my back unclasping my bra. Within in seconds he’d removed it and was tossing it on his floor. I giggled and gasped when he heaved me up higher against the wall, holding me higher, and putting his mouth on my chest, sucking my nipple, licking it.
“Jeff..” I moaned. “Oh god…” I clasped my fingers in his hair and watched him suck my tits, one and then the other looking up at me and then focusing back on my tits.
“Damnit Amy” he growled as he lowered me and set me down on my feet and grabbed my face. “Why do you have to be so…” he kissed me then looked at me. “Fuck. I want you in the worst way.” he said. “and I know I cant have you. It drives me insane.”
I wanted to know all the ways he wanted me, and I could imagine what he meant and I knew he wouldnt go that far..or would he?
He lowered him self and lifted my tits with his hands and sucked them again, his tongue licking my nipples, flicking them now, and his teeth lightly biting them as they hardened even more. I whimpered.
“You’re making me so wet.” I moaned.
“fuck Amy…god..” he said standing up and grabbed my face. “Don’t fucking say that..dont…dont say shit like that..” he said his hand slid down between my legs and over my pussy through my leggings. “You make me want it even more. You’re making it hard to stop..I need to stop.”
I shook my head. “Don’t stop.” I told him, he shook his head and grinned.
“We have to stop…” he said rubbing me through my pants, as I bit my lip and reached down to rub his cock through his jeans.
He groaned as I massaged the hard bulge in his pants. “Jesus.” he said and looked down at our hands rubbing each other. He stopped him self and me, and grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the wall above me and kissed me again. MY chin stretched up as his mouth devoured mine and I moaned, arching my back.
“I want you Jeff.” I moaned.
“I want you too.” he said and looked at me then couldn’t help himself and put his hand back between my thighs and rubbed.
“I want you to feel how wet I am.” I moaned as he touched the warmest place on my body and massaged me through my pants.
“If I do that…I wont be able to stop myself.” he said.
I bit my lip and shook my head slightly. “So don’t.”
“We cant Amy…” he said rubbing me. “You’re so bad.” he said and I grinned, nodding in agreement.
“Put your hands down my pants Jeff…just feel it…once..put your fingers inside me.”
“I’ll want to put more than that inside you Amy..” he said