Sasha Stories: Vol. 3

Spring Break 2007: Part 3 At dinner my girlfriend and I talk about how interesting college life has been and how we can’t wait to get out in the real world and begin working for a living.  My uncle is eating up every word that comes out of Sasha’s mouth and giving me a look of patriarchal approval.  A look I’ve never seen from him before or since.  My aunt Cindy is less impressed but she nods and drinks her wine quietly.  I can’t help but notice a bit of jealousy in her short replies to our stories.  By the time dinner is over my uncle has bought 2 bottles of wine for the table, which he did not touch, choosing dark liquor instead. We leave the restaurant and my aunt insists we have ice cream at a Cold Stone on the boardwalk before heading back to their house for the night. As we are enjoying our cones they start to melt in the Florida heat. A big drop of melted vanilla lands squarely on Sasha’s cleavage about a half inch above the cut of her dress. She pretends not to notice but my aunt Cindy won’t let it go. She makes polite gestures to my girlfriend pointing to her chest.  Clueless, the buxom blonde smiles back at my aunt and talks about how good the ice cream is in Florida.  My half drunk uncle also zeros in on Sasha’s cleavage.  Finally aunt Cindy puts a napkin in Sasha’s hand and points to the girls chest. We all laugh.  Then she swipes the melted cream out from between her tits with far too much enthusiasm. In this exaggerated mopping motion she manages to expose the edge of the areola of one breast and pretends to be unaware. Everyone else is aware, very aware.  We follow my aunt and uncle back to their gated community and get inside their home, which is really a mansion. I had never been there before and I am almost as surprised as my girlfriend at the level of luxury they have here in Naples, Florida.  I knew my uncle has always had a lot of money from the financial work he did before retiring, but the house has 6 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, marble floors, an infinity pool and hot tub, etc.  It’s amazing.  Sasha can’t stop smiling when we arrive and immediately asks for the house tour. My aunt opens a bottle of wine and the women each take a glass as we begin the tour.  My uncle gives me a scotch, which was no doubt top shelf whiskey.  I commence wasting it on my 21-year-old taste buds. Aunt Cindy is the tour guide while Uncle Rich walks behind checking out Sasha’s ass.  I am trying with all of my being not to laugh as he slyly tries looking up her skirt when she walks up the stairs in front of us.  What an old pervert. Then again, he is treating us to a 5-star evening for free. After at least an hour or so of walking their sprawling home we return to the enormous family room for more drinks and stories about college. My aunt falls asleep on the sofa and nearly spills her glass of wine before Uncle Rich shakes her awake and sends her to bed. The old man goes over to the wet bar and pours a scotch for both of us. Sasha asks Uncle Rich if he would let her use the pool tonight still.  She casts a sideways look at me and I immediately suspect the girl is up to something.  “Too late for me, but you go ahead hun” Uncle Rich says to her. “I’m going to enjoy this scotch with Uncle Rich, I’ll put on my swimsuit and join you in a few…” I tell Sasha. She smiles and pours a glass of wine from the bottle Aunt Cindy had left out, then goes to the guestroom to change. She dashes out of sight and returns moments later in her American flag one-piece bathing suit.  This swimsuit is one of a matching set she and her slutty sorority sister Amber bought to “support USA” in the last Olympics.  Both girls had worn these outfits to an Olympics watch party.  The girls were a big hit in their costumes, which happened to be the most revealing one-piece girls bathing suits anyone had ever seen. I do mean girls swimsuits, she had intentionally ordered them size “Youth 14”. The girls wore these stretchy polyester suits along with patriotic blue swim caps. Nothing else. Their womanly curves spilled out of their necklines; ass cheeks and areolas peeking out of the edges of stretched polyester. Seeing the swimsuit again brought back memories of Michael Phelps winning all those gold medals.  And Sasha and Amber getting their tops pulled down like 20 times at that party.  But now I was seeing her 22-year-old body the size youth 14 one-piece for only the second time ever.  The first time she wore it at the party in college, the outfit was risqué. In this context it was embarrassingly revealing on her tight hourglass shaped body.  Sasha had the garment hiked up so high that her ass was basically swallowing the crotch area between her round butt cheeks. Her cleavage is comically out-of-control sporting, a sideboob that’s 90% boob. My uncle is sitting on a bar stool showing me pictures of him golfing in Hawaii at Pebble Beach with a bunch of other executive types.  He tells me they got really drunk and “had some table-dancers from the hotel bar come party back at the room”.  I could see now just how drunk Uncle Rich had gotten trying to keep up with us college students. Telling me stories about getting…hookers? Who says table dancers anyway? I’m standing behind the bar looking at my uncle’s photos when I see my girlfriend (and the outline of her vagina) in the tiny USA swimsuit. I shake my head at her trying not to laugh; Uncle Rich is too into his table dancer story to notice.  She sees my reaction and starts strutting towards me, totally dropping the shy girl act. She smiles and pulls her top down exposing both breasts, letting them bounce around with each footstep. I grab my scotch and take a swig to cover my smile that is about to crack.  Sasha approached the wet bar looking directly at me but creeping up behind Uncle Rich’s drunken baldhead. My girlfriend tiptoed up within a foot of Uncle Rich, who is still completely into his story and his drink…oblivious.  She shrugs and pulls her swimsuit back over her round breasts, then reconsiders. She pops one tit back out of her top and hovers it 2” from the back of my uncle’s head with her nipple zeroed in, execution-style. Don’t Do It! I think as I give her a look. Finally, Uncle Rich looks up to see my face and swivels around in his barstool. Caught off guard by the sudden swiveling, Sasha commits to the prank. She leans into Uncle Rich’s head-skin tit-first. She topples herself onto my uncle’s back, sliding her boob over the top of his bald old head. Hurriedly, my girlfriend stuffs her breast back into her top like nothing happened.  In his drunken state my uncle is completely speechless, not sure what he just felt mop the top of his head. “There’s my wine glass!” she giggles.  My girlfriend snags the wineglass from the countertop between us.  “OK I’ll be in the pool! You guys should finish your drinks and come join me…” she tells Uncle Rich and me. “OK hun” Uncle Rich moans as he eye-fucks Sasha’s ass while she wiggles away toward the pool. “Jesus…” I hear him say under his breath.  “Well…” he says realizing I’m still standing next to him. “She seems like a real sweet young lady.” Then he raises his highball glass, we clink the glasses in a toast. To College Girls… My uncle says he’s going to call it a night. I say goodnight and run to my bedroom to change into my swimsuit.  I changed into my suit, grabbed a condom in order to have sex with my vixen of a girlfriend, and headed toward the infinity pool to carry out this plan.  When I get outside I see Sasha is in the hot tub now and Uncle Rich is still out there “saying good night”. He sheepishly and drunkenly slinks off to the master bedroom, no doubt to beat-off thinking about my girlfriend’s full young breasts stuffed into that USA skinsuit. I stand there and watch him open the sliding door and close it behind him, just to make sure he wasn’t lurking around any longer.  Then I drop into the hot tub and pull my girlfriend onto my lap. Her ass cheeks instinctively summon then envelope my boner. “You’re uncle is kind of a creep you know?” She asked me “I never knew for sure, but I always kind of suspected he might be…sorry about that” I tell her as she grinds the narrow strip of bathing suite fabric separating the hemispheres of her booty directly into my crotch.  “He asked me if my tits were real,” Sasha informed me. “He probably just wanted to trick you into showing him your boobs. Wait did you show him your boobs?” I asked. “What do you think?” Sasha giggles. I shrugged my shoulders unsure how she expected me to answer this question.  “Of course I showed him!  But he’s drunk as hell.” We spent the rest of our night drinking what was left of the wine and depositing bodily fluids into the hot tub.