"Maybe you'd like to come back another day, Judy, when there's more action," he said.
"Oh, I don't mind," said Judy. "We can just walk. This is such a treat, after New York. You couldn't even walk on the beach there, there were so many people."
Grant consented. What else could he do – excuse himself on the grounds that he might rape her? They walked far down on the beach and came at last to a small inlet within a semicircle of high rocky walls. It was very private and had a small beach of clean white sand. They sat down to rest there.
"Do you think I look old for my age?" said Judy.
Grant considered her small pointed breasts, which obviously had a lot of growing to do, and her childishly slim hips and ass.
"Well, no, not really," he said.
Judy looked as if she were going to pout, and he hastily added, "You don't look old, but you do act very mature for your age."
She seemed content with that, until Grant lit a cigarette. "Aren't you going to offer me one?" she said. Grant only smiled. "I suppose you think I'm too young," she said, starting to pout again.
"It's not a matter of age," said Grant, "it's a matter of giving yourself lung cancer. I wish I'd never gotten hooked on the damned things. Really, Judy, you shouldn't try to act older than you are. Childhood's too short as it is. Enjoy yourself while you can. Us grownups don't have anything better going for us than you do."
"Oh, yes, you do," Judy said. "You have all the fun."
"What do you mean by that?" Grant said.
"Oh, you'd know, if you thought about it," Judy said mysteriously.
"Well, I don't think I do," said Grant. "I mean, if you think it's fun having to work for a living, having to pay bills and taxes…" He stopped short, because Judy was pulling her sweater off over her head. "Judy," he said in alarm, "what are you doing?"
"I'm going to get a tan," she said calmly.
She tossed the sweater aside. Grant gawked helplessly at her exquisite half-grown breasts, pale and pointed, tipped with clover-pink little nipples. "Uh, Judy," he said hoarsely, "what if somebody comes along?"
"So what?" said Judy. "Lots of people go nude on the beach nowadays. It's no big deal."
She was right, of course. Grant didn't like sounding old-fashioned, but the sight of her pretty naked tits was almost more than he could bear. Sighing, he lay in the sand and closed his eyes, hoping to shut out the tempting vision, but Judy wouldn't leave him alone.
"Why don't you take off your shirt, Uncle Grant?" she said. "Nobody could object to that, and you must be awfully hot."
Judy eyed her handsome uncle hungrily. His chest was broad, tanned, and fleeced with thick golden hair. She felt the urge to rub her bare tits against that blond mat, and the very idea set up a hot buzzing in her ever-ready little pussy. She sensed a certain reserve in her uncle, however, and knew that she mustn't do anything too abrupt. Instead of throwing herself on him, she began humming to herself and removing the rest of her clothes.
Grant didn't observe her, since he had his eyes closed. When she was naked, Judy said nonchalantly, "I sure would like to get a better tan, all over. Do you think it'd be dangerous if I got a tan here?"
"Where?" said Grant, automatically opening his eyes.
His eyes went on opening till they were practically popping from his head, and his face slowly flushed a deep red. The little devil was stark naked. He knew he ought to meet her eyes, answer her question, but all he could do was gawk at her exquisite young body. Her tiny tits seemed to point right at him in silent invitation, and he fought back the desire to pet her sweet little reddish muff of mons fur.
"Where?" he said again. His voice came out in a horny croak.
"Here," Judy said calmly. She rolled over on her belly and presented, him with her adorable little ass. She giggled. "I mean, it could be awfully painful if I got a sunburn where I sit."
"Oh, God," said Grant.
"What did you say, Uncle Grant?" Judy asked innocently. "I didn't hear you."
"I said…" He paused to clear his throat. "I was going to say, you shouldn't stay exposed too long. You could get a very bad burn. In fact, we ought to be heading home."
"Oh, no, Uncle Grant," said Judy, "we don't have to be home for hours yet. Your watch must be screwy. Let's just lie here, for a while and talk. Don't you want to get a tan, too? I mean, all over?"
Judy thought her handsome uncle looked even more attractive without his clothes. Of course he was very old, around forty, but for such an elderly person he was in magnificent physical condition. Unfortunately, he was concealing the parts she wanted most to look at. It had been fun watching him and Aunt Kay through the spy hole, but it didn't provide a very clear view of all those mysterious male parts she wanted to know about. If only she could get him to turn over.
Nature came to her assistance. Suddenly a sharp breeze blew in from the ocean, and Judy squealed and hurried over to cuddle up to Grant. "Ooo," she said, "I'm freezing."
Grant felt the girl's soft body pressed against his naked flesh, and it was all he could do to keep from grabbing her. "Maybe you'd better get dressed, then," he said.
"Oh, no," said Judy, "I like this much better."
She slipped an arm around his shoulders and rubbed against him. One tiny tit nestled against his side, the nipple stiff and tickling, and along his hip he felt the delicate fuzz of her mons. Quite suddenly he lost control of himself. With a hoarse moan he rolled onto his side, facing her, and ran his hands up and down her sleek little body.
Far from being alarmed, Judy flashed him a blissful smile. The little bitch, she must have been planning this all along. It amused him that his fourteen-year-old niece had deliberately set out to seduce him. It also frightened him. If she didn't resist, there was no way in the world he could stop himself from going too far with her. Well, maybe there was one thing that would stop him, a question he had to ask.
"Judy," he said huskily, "are you a virgin?"
Without batting an eye, she said, "Yes, but it's an awful drag."
Grant closed his eyes. If he didn't get hold of himself fast, he was doomed. She's just a kid, he thought, just a little girl. Only a pervert would do what I'm doing. He tried to reason himself out of it, and he nearly succeeded – but again Judy did something to shatter his self-control.
"Oh, wow," she said, "it's huge."
Her feathery innocent touch was too much to resist. Dizzily Grant lay back in the sand and let her explore him. He felt her tickling fingers running up and down the long length of his engorged shaft, smearing the cream around his sensitive glans, gingerly rubbing the thick-haired hot surface of his swollen testicles.
Judy was having the time of her life. This was exactly what she'd dreamed of doing ever since she and Jimmy started to spy on their new parents. She had ached to see and touch Grant's enormous cock, to find out just what it was like, and her dream had come true. It was even bigger and longer than she'd thought, and she shuddered at the idea of taking it into her virgin cunt, but it excited her very much to play with it. She remembered some of the things she'd seen Kay do, and she wanted to try them all – all, that is, except actually fucking. Fucking might hurt.
Just as she had seen Kay do, Judy bent over her uncle's rigid dick, flicked out her little pink tongue, and started to lick the hot tightly-stretched pale flesh.
"Oh, Jesus," said Grant. "Where did you learn to do that, Judy? Have you done it before?"
Judy paused briefly in her licking to reply. "Oh, no, it just seemed like a fun thing to do."
Again she applied her tongue to the burning smooth surface of his long rigid prick, licking up and down swiftly. She couldn't understand just why, but it excited her sharply to lick him there. She felt intense heat deep in her little cunt, and hot cream began to trickle down her thighs. She applied her stiff tongue tip to his bloated testicles, tickling and licking them. Grant moaned hoarsely.