Where it all began...

[RedFoxUK]

I sipped my cocktail and slipped my sunglasses into place, I didn't want him to catch me staring.

Just seeing him there, quietly confident, talking casually with my Dad like the old friends they were, sent a rushing tingle right through me.

I know I shouldn't fancy him, he's actually older than my father, and he's not really my type at all, but there is just something about him that fires my insides up. I can't tell you how many times I've touched and teased myself over the years, with him firmly on my mind!

I purposely placed myself by the doorway into the kitchen, relaxed and casual of course, directly on the route in from the garden. I know he'll have to come past soon to get another drink and, if all goes to plan, we might just 'bump' into each other.

I'd missed Dad's annual birthday barbecue last year as I'd been way with some Uni friends but I made a point of being here this time, for Dad and 'Uncle' James' annual catch up over burgers and beer. He wasn't my real Uncle, they had been friends since their university days, had lost touch for a time and got reacquainted several years ago when James returned to the area following his divorce.

I'd first met him when I was  young, all frizzy hair, braces and social anxiety. I remember even then that he had an aura about him and how his face kept cropping up in my mind while I discovered my own sexuality. It confused me at first, I wasn't sure why, he was literally old enough to be my Dad but it just stayed with me, it always has.

Over the years I've watched him, usually at the summer BBQ, his smile, his easy laugh and each time I've gone to bed that night and dreamt about his hands on my body, about his lips on mine, of how it would feel to be the sole focus of his attention.

And now here I was, having just finished my second year at Uni, wearing sun glasses, slightly too little clothing (small vest top and some figure hugging leggings, I know, but why not!) and sipping a cocktail wondering if... maybe... just maybe... he'd like to fuck me.

As I looked over I saw James motion to Dad with his beer bottle, Dad nodded with a smile and hand him the empty before turning back to flip the burgers. James turned and strode slowly across the grass straight toward me, and felt my heart thump in my chest.

He walked slowly up the steps and stopped "Melanie? Wow, I hardly recognised you!"

I slid the sun glasses down as if to see who'd spoken to me "Oh, Hi Uncle James" I said. Casual, composed. "How are you?"

I hate being called Melanie, everyone calls me Mel, but right then I couldn't have cared less.

"I'm good thanks, and you? You look great. Uni life suiting you?"

For a split second I was flustered... did he just say I look good? WTF! "... Eh yeah, you know how it is, work hard, play hard." I smiled. Why did I say that!? Jesus Mel!

"The best years of your life," he smiled back.
"Anyway, must get the old man his beer" and strode past into the kitchen. I could hear him talking to Mum inside while I stood by the door, wishing a hole would open up in the ground and swallow me whole. Barely one sentence in, and I'd blown it.

I spent the next hour or so chatting to family, making sure the Grandparents were kept topped up with wine and nibbles, like the dutiful granddaughter I am, and making sure my little brother wasn't drinking too much, when I decided it was time for another cocktail and headed to the kitchen.

I was lost in my own world pouring a generous measure into my glass when I heard "Your Dad tells me you're in the Hockey team, that's amazing?"

Before I'd even turned around I felt my pussy clench tight. Jesus, just his voice made me wet!

"Oh thanks," I said turning into his gaze. "Only the seconds so far, but I'm working on it."

"Well you should be proud of yourself, I know your Dad is, it's quite an achievement."

I smiled broadly, "Thanks, its hard work but I do enjoy it, although hitting the gym every day is a struggle."

"Well it's definitely paying off." Had he just complemented me again? It was his turn to looked a little flustered, but he moved on quickly. "What are you making?"

"A cocktail of my own random making from whatever is within reach." I grinned.

"You really are a Uni Student, can you make me one?"

"You're not driving I hope, these are a bit lethal?"

"Well your Dad very kindly offered me the use of the spare room tonight, so we could have a proper reminisce, so pour away Melanie."

I don't think he noticed my hand shaking slightly as I poured the drinks. He wasn't to know the number of times I'd dreamt about him staying at the house and us having an 'accidental' liaison usually ending with me a quivering cum soaked mess.

Drinks made, we both walked out into the garden again, the guests were thinning out slowly, and after a while it was mostly close family sitting around chatting as the barbecue slowly ticked as it cooled in the background.

Mum, Dad and James told tales from thier early days, they'd all met at University. Tales of nightclubs and pubs and rugby club dinners. Mum getting embarrassed, and the men laughing lightheartedly.

It was such a perfect evening, warm without being hot, and as the sun dipped below the horizon out came the candles, Mum loves a candle!

Slowly, one by one, people made their excuses and left, my brother disappeared to his bedroom, until it was just me, Mum, Dad and James.

An hour passed, then another, the conversation barely pausing, until finally the sunshine, the day and the several drinks caught up with Dad, and Mum said she's best take him up to bed. I said I'd clean up the kitchen and James said good night to us, and we all went our separate ways.

I was collecting glasses up and starting to load the dishwasher when James came into the kitchen.

"Can I just grab a glass of water Melanie?"

"Of course," I smiled. "If I can find you a clean glass." I stretched up to the kitchen cupboard, reaching for one of the few remaining usable glasses, but it slipped from my grasp and crashed into the sink.

"Oh god." James came over beside me. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bit surprised"

"Let me clean it up, it's my fault." He reached into the sink starting to pick up the broken shards of glass. Suddenly his hand jerked back, "aw shit!" Small shard of glass was sticking out of his middle finger.

I moved closer and slowly, carefully removed the glass dropping it back into the sink, and a small bead of *** welled up.

"Aw thanks Melanie... its just a little scratch I..."

He never finished that sentence. I don't know what came over me, I just grabbed his finger and put it into my mouth, sucking it.

The world seemed to slow down, everything went into slow motion. His finger was in my mouth, my eyes were locked on his as I sucked. Surely he must have been able to hear my heart thumping madly in my chest?

I pulled back slowly and his finger slipped from my lips. We stood looking at one another, but I wasn't going to waste my opportunity. I raised myself up and kissed him. I felt a moments hesitation, there must have been a thousand thoughts running through his head all at once, before I felt him relax, and he kissed me back.

His arms wrapped around me pulled me close as his tongue found mine.

Then a voice called out. "Mel? Is everything OK love, I thought I heard a crash?"

We separated like there had been a electric shock. "It's OK mum, I just dropped a glass, it's fine, go back to bed," I called out.

"OK love, night "

"Night Mum."

James looked over at me, the colour flushing over his face "I'm so sorry Melanie...I don't know what..."

"I've been waiting for that for 6 years." I said stepping closer. "I'm not going to wait again." I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard.

There wasn't any hesitation this time, his arms slipped around my wait and pulled me close and we kissed and kissed and kissed.

Our bodies were pressed tight together and I was under no illusion as to how much he was enjoying my attentions. I couldn't get enough of him right then, years of pent up passion and need came flooding out.

I reached down and took a firm hold of his rigid cock through his trousers, he moaned into my mouth. I had quite a grip, all that hockey stick practice was paying off finally.

We didn't speak, there didn't seem any point, and anyway our mouths were otherwise engaged. Mouths? Engaged? Dare I?

It didn't take me long to decide "fuck it, I might never get another chance" and started to unhook his belt. His earlier hesitation and slight reluctance had definitely gone now as he helped me slip his trousers down to the floor, followed by his straining boxers. In no time at all I was on my knees with his magnificent rigid cock in my mouth. And fuck me it felt good!

I looked up at him, his eyes were fixed on me a very wicked smile on his face, one of his hands gripped the edge of the kitchen table, the other was gripping my hair. I couldn't quite belive this was truly happening, but I was determined to enjoy every last second.

I sucked and licked and kissed his quivering cock, one warm hand caressing his balls as he moaned softly... I could hear his breath deepening. I took as much of him as I could each time as he helped control the pace.

"Stop..." he breathed.

I pulled back, reluctantly, his glistening rock hard cock wobbling right infront me. Looking up at him "Did I do something wrong?" I asked, worried, panting slightly.

He was breathing deeply, but as he looked down at me that wicked grin grew wider "No, not at all..." he gasped. "But I really want to fuck you right now."

He reached down for my hand and pulled me to my feet. He smiled, stroked my cheek and kissed me deeply. Then before I knew it he'd turned me around and bent me over the kitchen table. He was taking charge, and I was more than happy to let him!

His strong hands tugged my leggings down my thighs and then my wet thong soon followed, I arched my back offering myself to him and eased my legs apart. He didn't need a second invitation.

How I stopped myself from crying out I really don't know, as his cock slid deep inside me in one smooth motion. I've had a few boyfriends and one really shit one night stand, but nothing, and I mean nothing, felt as good as having my pussy full of him.

He started to thrust, long slow deep strokes, until I could feel his balls pressing against my very wet lips and then almost all the way out. I pushed back wanting more, wanting it all, wanting him.

Slowly the pace became quicker, the thrusts a little harder. He reached down and lifted my left knee up onto the table, the angle gave him a deeper penetration.

It wasnt too long before I could almost feel a deep rumble coming from within him with each deep thrust, my tight little pussy gripping him firmly. I felt like something inside him had been released when he reached out and pulled my hair back as he started to fuck me harder and harder.

I heard his breath quickening, felt his body tensing and I knew what was coming. I pushed back harder, this was what I had wanted all along. As I heard his stiffled cry he pulled out of my dripping pussy and shot his cum over my risen arse and half way up my back.

For what seemed like minutes neither of us moved, the only sound our respective panting for breath.

Eventually I heard him move, I turned my head to see him reaching for the paper kitchen towels, he came back over and cleaned up his cum from my bum and back, what a gentleman.

I stood, pulling up my thong and leggings, as he reassembled his trousers. We smiled at each other and he pulled me close for one final kiss.

We started to clear up the broken glass and load the dishwasher. It didn't take long and in not time we were done.

One thing crossed my mind. "Why did you pull out right at the end?"

"Well in all the rush we hadn't discussed anything so I thought it best not to cum inside you." So thoughtful.

Suddenly I felt exhausted, emotionally and physically and he could see that. "Go to bed Melanie" he said, smiling.

"Yes I think I will." I walked to the door of the kitchen, before turning back. "And next time Uncle James, don't pull out."

I left him there with a shocked smile on his handsome face.

And that was the start of our adventures.