Come Back and Visit Anytime

At the time my niece, Jessie, was working her first public job after school and her internship. She had a break and we decided to have her spend several days at my house since she had not been to my city to explore before. She had always been cute but has grown into a beautiful, confident woman. Smart, athletic, and adventurous, all the qualities to get people to notice.

I picked her up at the airport and she was wearing light colored tights/ yoga pants and a T-shirt, while I really don't want to be the creepy uncle, I'm also a horny male and would steal a few glances in a prurient manner. The thing about her is she has a humorous and vivacious personality that takes you in and keeps your attention. That said, I love a bit of a camel toe and it was there, along with the traces of her thong.

I'd have to say I'm "triggered" by some things like this, short shorts, short dresses, glimpses of panties, down blouse peaks, all things that are not overtly sexual or should be taken as such, but are just some of the things that make women so wonderful, so captivating, so alluring. While not leading to sex, these things were formative in my sexual development and cherished visual queues that are stimulating, but also ascetically extremely pleasing.

But I digress, we have dinner and some drinks and go to my place for some more beer and a little TV. Jessie gets into her movie clothes, which are cute flannel shorts with a little cheek and a tank top. I just get the glimpses out of the corner of my eye and when she gets up, but enough to enjoy. The next day was hiking, and it was hot, and full on sunny. Jessie had khaki shorts and a tank top which showed her off, but was practical. She was in better shape than me and enjoyed that part too, setting the pace. I noticed that a thong seems to be her standard underwear from the V-shape. We were sweating, and she was sweating what I like to term "girl sweat" which to me smells a little musky-sweet, makes an individual glow, and is exciting to me. I think to myself 'this is my niece, I need to stop creeping and just enjoy her great company.'

This same pattern continued for several days. During the hot spell both Jessie and all the other flesh of women we saw was making my mind focus a bit towards how horny I was getting without masturbating. Then one day we took the train downtown to do a little pub crawl. She caught me staring at women a few times and teased me playfully about it. "What can I say, she looks great," was about all I could muster. We got back to my house and instead of watching TV we started playing a board game on the floor. Jessie was wearing short jean shorts which are a big weakness of mine. She was sitting cross legged and while looking at the Risk board I could see that beautiful place on a woman that is the transition from the leg to the crotch, to the butt cheek. Enough so that I could see a green lacy thong. We were both pretty tipsy and she was less conscience of her position, so the view let me see enough to know that she shaved at least the lower portion of her pussy.

All this had me in a semi erect state, but with baggy shorts it was easy to hide, to not embarrass her or make things uncomfortable. She didn't seem tired, but was pretty buzzed and said she wanted to turn in, I agreed because I HAD to jack off. I wanted a good session so I moved my laptop into my bedroom, she spotted it and asked, "I have to check my emails." She smirked as if she didn't believe me. I went around the house to make sure we were locked up and the guest room door was cracked open a few inches. My curiosity got the better of me and I closed my door, but stayed in the hallway. I really didn't want to get caught so I made sure of my escape route. I was listening intently and could hear her walking around and the unmistakable sound of clothing coming off. My cock was getting a little harder. I heard Jessie jump on the bed and a giggle. I was thinking she was falling asleep, but then could hear some "mmm....mmm" noises, and the slight rubbing sound, whether it was or not I was convinced it was the sound of wet fingers rubbing across the clit. I was just nervous, but still erect and gripping my cock through my shorts, too afraid she would hear if I stroked it. I moved forward and peaked in the open part of the door. I did not get a view of anything explicit, but Jessie's legs were spread and pulled up in the air; I could see her calves and feet up off the bed. At this point I could definitely hear the soft squishy beautiful pussy rubbing sounds, less "mmm" sounds and more breathing. I was fully erect and throbbing at this point and gripping it very tightly. Just watching her legs go back and forth and the toes contracting, her breathing increased in pace and sound. The "mmmm's" got muffled as if she either put her other hand or the sheet over her mouth to cover some noise. Then it stopped, her legs dropped out of view and I could hear her feet hit the bed. There was a long muffled ecstasy groan. As that fell off, there was a long sweet sigh, then some rustling of the sheets followed by silence.

I was very careful slipping back to my room and closing the door. I usually like a very extended session to edge and tease myself, watching videos, looking at photos and GIFs, naked stroking my taint and ass. This time my shorts just dropped and maybe ten strokes in, everything tightened and cum was going on the bed, floor, and my hand. I love to groan loudly and savor the orgasm, but this time I bit my finger to stifle it. I could hear the drops of my cum hit the floor as it was leaking out. I tasted the globs still on my hand. I was worried Jessie had heard me, but listening all I heard was a gentle drunk girl snore.

The next day we both were a bit hung over and nothing indicated a different feeling, which was a relief to me. The next day she left and when I cleaned up the guest room, her smell was still on the sheets.... I had another session with my face buried in the most fragrant patch. She's married with a couple of kids now, but that memory is cherished.