Becca & Uncle Ken go to a resort (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

Becca & Uncle Ken go to a resort (Chapter 1)

... leaned over the railing a little further and gazed down at the pool deck below us. The water looked so inviting, winding almost as far as the eye could see, with pool cabanas and padded lounge chairs lined along the deck. The few employees that she could see appeared to be the only ones fully dressed, flitting between naked people in various positions, delivering drinks and foods and other items to couples and groups.

My eyes snagged on one couple in particular, on a lounge chair close to the water. The young woman was leaning back on the chair, wearing only bikini bottoms. Her legs were spread and there was an older man seated beside her, his right hand buried in her swim suit, obviously fingering her while his left hand slowly stroked his own hard cock.

“I cannot tell your Aunt Claire about this,” Uncle Ken said again. He was obviously trying to make it sound like a joke, but his face was still pale with red splotches on his cheeks. “It’s like our very own sex show,” he said as he gazed down, his eyes roaming the pool deck and the balconies near them.

“It really is,” I said. My eyes were still on the couple on the pool deck and I saw the moment the orgasm hit her, her mouth falling open and her body jerking underneath the man’s hand, but he didn’t let up, moving his hand faster, still fingering her hard as she came.

My breathing started to hitch and I felt my pussy flood, my vagina muscles fluttering, almost as if the man’s hand was on me, working me through ...

... an orgasm.

“How do people even get into this kind of relationship?” Uncle Ken asked, pulling me out of my trance. His breath sounded ragged too.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess… I mean you love your family a lot… maybe things just happen sometimes? But to make the decision to come here together? Wow.”

“Yeah,” Uncle Ken agreed. “And well… there’s no doubt everyone’s enjoying themselves, is there? It all seems very mutual and well… fun.”

“Yeah, it really does,” I said quietly. My eyes were still on that couple and I watched the man drop to his knees in front of the young woman, pulling her bikini bottoms down so she was completely naked and reclined on the lounger. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and ducked his head, burying his face in her pussy and I jerked back, looking over my shoulder to the hotel room and wondering if I could excuse myself to the bathroom without suspicion because I was suddenly certain that I was going to die if I didn’t get my hands on my clit right away.

I glanced at Uncle Ken again and saw that he was watching the same couple I’d been looking at. “Oh wow,” he breathed. “No doubt she’s enjoying that.”

My face flushed again. “It certainly looks like it.”

Uncle Ken looked at me and our eyes met. I wondered if he could tell how wet I was just from looking at me. His eyes dropped to my mouth and then, for a split second, to my chest, and my face got even hotter.

“We should unpack, I guess?” I suggested, trying to keep my ...