God!
Unbelievable!
Her nipples were dark and huge! They really did stick straight out, just like fat smooth thumbs! She pulled her shoulders back a little.
If I time it just right, I sure could give Wes-one hell of a good shot!
She put the mirror back on the dresser and returned to the closet, this time to find an appropriate skirt. She picked the one against the wall, a pretty little white thing, pleated, long out of style for public appearances, but perfect for what she was developing in her mind.
Gleefully, she pulled it off the hanger and laid it on her bed.
She whirled toward the dresser.
Stockings!
She dug down to the bottom of the drawer for a pair of smoky grey ones, and dragged out a plain white garter belt with it.
Terrific!
She was really getting into it, now, her heart beating hard, her chest constricted with tension and excitement. She began humming to herself again as she bounced and danced around her room, wrapping the garter belt tightly around her slim waist, pulling on first one filmy stocking, then the other, unrolling them up the length of her long, slender legs, hooking them to the garter belt. She smoothed them, pulled at the belt to straighten everything. Satisfied, she stepped into the short white skirt and lifted it into place. The elastic around her waist was very tight. The skirt was even shorter than she had expected, coming not quite down to the top of the stockings!
Oh, brother, girl!
She whirled around, watching the skirt fly outward, upward.
And no underpants!
She leaped forward onto her hands and knees on the bed. It squeaked loudly. She rocked her body back and forth, blushing and grinning at the sound the bed made.
Then she rolled over onto her back, intending to give her swollen nipples a few seconds to calm down to a trifle less obvious size, but she rolled too hard and too far, and fell of f the bed, landed with a loud thud on the hard wood floor.
"My gosh," she said to the leg of the chair, "I'd better get downstairs before I kill myself!"
Quickly, she got up off the floor, steadied herself, made final adjustments of her clothing, and ran her palms very, very lightly over the front of her taut thin blouse. Those beautiful, huge, suckable nipples of hers, those mouth-filling, mouth-watering nipples, responded instantly!
God! Lynn thought, I muse be ready for something, all right!
She stepped to her bedroom door and opened it. She took a deep breath, stepped out into the hallway, pulled the door closed behind her.
She felt very hot. Sweaty. Yet her skin, her lovely, unblemished skin, was dry and cool.
She started down the hall.
She felt invisible strings of pleasure tightening around her protruding pulsing nipples, and they seemed to be pulling her bodily toward the cellar door.
She opened it and stepped down.
Now she was becoming aware, it seemed to her, of every single atom that made up her body.
Downward she stepped, down through that long dark tunnel of the stairwell. Her breath was coming now in ragged gasps, and she was sure she was drenched with sweat. She touched her forehead. She was slightly moist, slightly frightened by the enormity of what she was about to do.
On the last step she paused and sighed one last deep sigh, closed her lovely dark blue eyes. A last moment of hesitation. Young and virgin, a fleeting blush of terror swept over her body. She tensed, shivered. But the shiver found its focus in the very tips of her burning nipples, and the invisible strings gave a final yank and pulled her off the step.
She turned the corner into the blinding light of her uncle's bank of floodlights.
Her eyes flooded with tears. She turned away from the glare and the intense heat.
It took her a few seconds to got used to the brightness. She was thankful for the heat of the lamps, because now her sweating would seem normal to her uncle.
She thought she heard a muffled "My God!" but she wasn't sure. Her eyes had adjusted to the light, and she turned to face them.
"Okay, Uncle Wes," Lynn said calmly. "How's this?"
The lack of quivering in her voice surprised her. She felt weak and totally out of control of her own body.
She heard something else from Wes, but it was cut off. She moved a few steps into the center of the large, mostly empty room, where the tights were focused, and flung her arms wide, straight out from her shoulders, and turned slowly for her uncle's approval.
He gasped as he saw clearly the bare flesh between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her stockings.
"Well? How is this?"
"It's… it's just… fine he stammered finally. Lynn was happy to find that her uncle seemed to be a little out of control himself!
She dropped her arms to her side.
Inside, she was trembling violently, almost shuddering with excitement. Outside, she appeared very cool and collected, almost casual in her brazen outfit and her suggestive posing.
She suddenly realized her hips were thrust forward.
She straightened herself, became a bit more properly feminine.
"Well, let's get this over with, huh?"
She mashed her fists into her hips, taking the same pose now that she had taken when her uncle had first suggested this photo session to her.
Wes stepped from behind the bright lights. He was trying to look busy and unconcerned with his camera, but the bulge in his crotch wasn't a light meter, of that Lynn was sure!
"How do you want me?" she asked innocently.
On your back and spread! Wes screamed in his mind, but to his young niece he said quietly, "Oh, why don't you just stand there nice and tall and I'll snap a few of you just like that?"
Lynn shrugged. "Okay."
She pulled her shoulders back a little, keeping her eyes on Wes. She was pleased with his response.
"Something wrong, Wes?" she asked, her eyes wide, a look of pure innocence upon her lovely face.
He fiddled with the settings on the camera.
"No, Lynn. Not yet, anyway." He lifted his eyes to the bulging front of her blouse.
"I see you're not wearing a bra," he said.
Lynn looked down at her chest.
"Oh? Do you want me to run up and put one on?"
"Uh, no," Wes said quickly, "no, no, that's all right."
Lynn cocked her pretty head and stroked a single strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled at Wes.
"Damn, Lynn, you're… "
She let him fumble with it for a second.
"I'm what, Uncle Wes?"
He wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life."
She was startled, yet knew she shouldn't have been. Wes was an old hand at flattery. Lynn had heard him use it to good effect on most of the ladies in the neighborhood, including nasty Mrs. Piggot, across the street. He could sweet talk any living female. But Lynn had never heard him say anything so direct in such simple words.
Did he mean it?
Was she the prettiest girl he'd ever seen?
The thought was pleasant, and coupled with her desires and confusions and youth, it made Lynn very happy, and even more willing to let her uncle have his way, if only in how he took the pictures.
But the light was becoming unbearably bright for her eyes, and the heat was causing them both to begin sweating a little.
"Let's try one of those famous detective magazine covers again, shall we, Lynn, honey?"
He turned away from her, stepped back behind the bank of floodlights.
Lynn stood alone, squinting into the brightness.
She sucked on her lips for a moment.
"Wes?"
"Yes, honey?"
"You mean like we did last time?"
"That's right, sweetheart."
She raised her hand to cover her eyes.
"Tied up?"
"Yes."
She held her pose, then slowly lowered her hand. She saw the darker shape of her uncle behind the lights. She couldn't make out what he was doing.