Iâm 45 years old and divorced computer programmer. My wife and I split up due to sexual problems. She didnât want any and I couldnât get enough. We went our separate ways and it was probably for the best. I didnât move from the city but just went across town. It was a Friday night and I was supposed to meet some buddies at a bar that catered mostly to 18 to 25 year olds. My buddies and I just liked to have some young eye candy to look at while we swapped old war stories. Well I was early and my friends were really late so I got a seat at the bar and asked for a cold one. The place definitely catered to the younger crowd and it was hopping. I love the new clothes the girls wear today. From the tight jeans that ride low on their hips to the colorful thongs they purposely wear high. From the low cut blouses to the high heels and chokers. I love it all.
Iâm still in reasonable good shape and have all my hair but I felt a little awkward sitting in a bar with so many youngsters. I was cursing my buddies for being late and even contemplated waiting for them in the parking lot when two petite and sweet smelling hands clasped over my eyes from behind. I was stymied as the soft little voice
Said, âguess who?â The voice didnât ring a bell and I thought it was just a frisky waitress trying to play up to the old guy at the bar.
âI have no idea but your hands smell terrificâ I said, playing it cool.
I heard a disappointed âahâ as I turned towards the owner of the hands and my jaw just dropped. Standing before me was my exâs niece, Kelly. Kelly was a stone fox blonde who had turned my head many times at family gatherings and made my thoughts run wild as she budded into a beautiful young woman. She graduated last year from high school and was supposed to be in college somewhere in the East. She was dressed to the nines and I was embarrassed as she noticed me giving her the quick once over.
âKelly, how the hell are you?â I stammered, as my eyes fixed on her 5â4, 100 pounds, lean and tanned body. She was wearing the kind of jeans I love, low cut, hugging the hips. She had on a leopard thong, the kind with the ties on the hips for easy and quick removal. She was wearing a powder blue halter-top that presented her B-cups to their fullest proportion. She had a pair of five inch heels on that made her seem so much taller than the little sweetheart I had watched grow up. I love heels because they accent the curves of womanâs body causing her ass to jut out a little more in back. Kelly has the tightest little ass, I have ever seen, so it made a wonderful picture. Kelly looked new to the heels so she teetered in them.
She giggled and cast a knowing smile over her shoulder to two of her friends to her right. I could see she still had her braces, as they glittered in the lights of the bar. Braces drive me crazy as they make women have crooked, shy smiles. Kellyâs braces made her smile brighter and had her constantly licking her lips. Her friends were laughing too and giving me the once over. They seemed to be sharing a joke at my expense and I cursed my buddies as I wondered how stupid they thought I was for being there.
âYeah, I know, Iâm a little old for a place like this,â I started and Kelly cut me off.
âWe werenât laughing at you,â she assured me, âI just told them that older, good looking guy at the bar was my uncle and they didnât believe me, thatâs all, I bet them I knew you.â
She introduced me to her friends who were both very stunning. Rachel was a skinny and tall brunette with beautiful jade eyes, while Lauren had an hourglass figure with the perkiest titties I had seen in a long time. We small talked and then when conversation fell off they moved to a table to drink and pick up guys. I went back to my beer and periodically looked over at them to see how they were doing. They waved from time to time and I watched them turn down an occasional guy then accept a dance from another guy.
I lost sight of them and my buddies showed up and we drank for a couple of hours and then they were ready to leave. As I got up to go, Kelly came back over and said she hoped it wouldnât be any bother but she needed a ride home. I looked around for her friends but didnât see them. Kelly giggled and said they had got lucky and met someone and had left her. I said goodbye to my buddies and told her sure.
As we made it out to my car, I noticed Kelly was a little tipsy. I asked her how much she had to drink and she giggled and said a lot. I didnât notice her drinking that much but she looked loaded. I helped her into the passenger side of my truck and she stumbled in after brushing up hard against me. It could have been deliberate but I had no real way of telling. Her body felt so warm and she smelled sweet. I went around to my side of the truck and got in. Kelly had slid across the seat and was sitting in the middle of the bench seat. I didnât say a word and got in next to her.
She let out a giggle and then smiled at me and said she was glad she hadnât met anyone because he probably would have taken advantage of her. I didnât answer back but just nodded. I asked her if she was still living at home and is that where she wanted me to take her. She said she still lived at home but then got serious. She said things at home were bad and that if she went home drunk sheâd probably get in all kinds of trouble. Knowing my sister and brother-in-law, I knew this was true. I asked if she had a friendâs house I could take her to and she laughed.
âThey just left with guys, I donât think they want me bothering them now,â she explained. She then smiled sweetly, almost devilishly and asked, âCould I sleep over your place?â She didnât wait for my answer and added, âIâll be gone first thing in the morning!â She play acted âpleading and grabbed my right arm.
Against my better judgment, I said, â I guess soâ and we drove to my place. I was living in an upstairs apartment. The landlord, a divorcee of 48, lived downstairs. She was cute for her age and had made repeated overtones whenever I paid the rent. I had held her off but saying I was recently divorced and not ready to date for a while. When we got to the apartment, I knew she was going to peeping out her window to see who it was. What I didnât figure was that she was going to see Kelly and think I had brought home a young lady. So when I made my way with Kelly in tow up the stairs to my apartment, I was surprised to see her disapproving glance.
The steps up to my place are step and narrow and in Kellyâs condition, I didnât need her falling down them. I stopped at the bottom of them and told her to go first and watch her step. She smiled and thanked me for my concern. As she walked up in front of me, I couldnât help but notice how petite and tight her ass was. She was a soccer player in high school and was in terrific shape. About half way up she glanced around and caught me looking at her ass and giggled. My embarrassment was quickly doubled as she stumbled and fell back into me. Scrambling to catch her, my hands cupped and caught her ass cheeks in both hands.
Kelly moaned and oohâed and then giggled. She apologized for her clumsiness, âSorry about that.â
She righted herself but in the process seemed to wiggle her ass back against me. My right hand slipped off her ass and down between her legs. I goosed her good by accident and then pushed her back up on her feet and we proceeded up to the steps to
my door. I got out the key and began opening the door and Kelly leaned into me and I looked over and could tell she was almost asleep. The alcohol had made her drowsy and now she was about to fall over. Opening the door and I caught her and lifted her up. She felt light in my arms and her perfume was intoxicating. I carried her to my couch and laid her there. She was out like a light so I went to my cabinets and got some sheets and a blanket. Moving her ever so carefully, I got the sheets on the couch under her and laid her in a comfortable position. She was still clothed but I didnât want to wake her so I just covered her up with a blanket and let her to sleep it off. I went to my bed and got one of my extra pillows and brought it back to put under her head. She was still asleep on her back but when I put the pillow under her head she rolled on her belly.
Out from under the sheets, Kellyâs high-heeled feet came and I thought she would be so much more comfortable with them off. Unleashing the straps I removed them one at a time pausing to check out her soft and petite feet. For such an athletic girl she had maintained very feminine feet.
I left her there and went to my room and went to bed. I usually watch the sportsâ highlights of the day before I go to bed but wasnât really interested. Still I turned on the tv and turned down the sound. I didnât want to wake my young guest. I stripped off all my clothes, as I prefer to sleep in my underwear. Tonight I had a pair of loose fitting boxers on. All though she is my niece, I got instantly hard as I thought of her in the next room. She was such a hot looking girl I wasnât stopped by the familial bounds. I thought of rubbing one out but didnât want to get caught or have Kelly over hear me so I decided to drift off to sleep and save my thoughts and masturbation for after Kelly left.