I jumped and ran up the stairs to my uncle's door. I was a little late for our evening rendezvous. He was project manager at my grandfather's upcoming residential estate, comprising of 52 blocks each ten floors high. It had taken a long time, to be sure, almost 8 years to the day, in realisation. But my grandfather held tenaciously to the dream even when my dad and his siblings doubted it would ever get off the ground, and at times almost gave up completely. But towards the end of last year Grandfather gave a huge thanksgiving party when all the pieces were in place. I have no idea what those pieces were but I knew there were many experts on it, as well as financiers, bankers and guarantors.
He had always praised my uncle, son to his elder sister, as the one man he could trust to look after his family's interests on the project, so my uncle had arrived in October to settle down and get everything ready for when construction began in January this year. I had joined the university nearby at which my grandmother was a member of the board, and was on the management team. The site at that time was a wilderness of thorn and bush that had to be cleared before any building could start. I would visit my grandparents and find Uncle Don with teams of men clearing the bush, breaking huge boulders in order to move them from the area that was needed, and building the perimeter fence in concrete. I had always admired him for his height (I am 180cm myself) his wide knowledge and sense of humour. He had taken a two-bedroom house in the estate around the University before any accommodation could be offered him on site. I enjoyed visiting him, making his meals and keeping some modicum of order in his house (I knew he loved tidy spaces, but due to the unusual hours he had to keep sometimes fell behind). The guys in my class wondered what I found so fascinating about the older man, and adamantly refused to believe he was related to me; they insisted I had fallen in love with him, while they, my male agemates, were ready and willing. If only they knew how close to the bone they came!!
The door opened almost before I had knocked. He was in khaki shorts and evidently had just come from the bath, smelling lavender fresh. I walked into his hug as he held me tight crushing my large boobs to his chest and making my nipples perk up. I turned my face up to him and let him kiss me languidly, expertly. His arms were rubbing my back so sensuously that I was sure none of those boastful boys in my class could never be equal to doing. My uncle excited me from the first sight of him to everything I did with him. We ate in a hurry and retired to the sofa-bed in the sitting room.