"Let's go to the beach!" Ronnie said at last, bouncing in the seat.
"We're not exactly dressed for it," Evan said, laughing easily.
"Then we can get undressed for it." She gave him a curious look. But her words hadn't shocked him. He merely shrugged and kept driving. Ronnie was overjoyed when he pulled the car off on a dirt road which wound down the cliffs to the ocean. They came to a locked gate and Evan got out and fished a key from his pocket.
"You own this place?" Ronnie asked when he got back in.
"It's a secret. Roslyn doesn't even know." He gave her a warm look, a look of a secret shared. "But now you do."
"Cross my heart, won't tell a soul." She squeezed his hand excitedly. Evan didn't let her have it back. He drove slowly down the road and parked by a small cottage. While he went back to lock the gate behind them, Ronnie kicked off her shoes and walked down to the sandy beach. It was warm and the waves did nice things in the light as they came towards her. She heard her uncle behind her and turned. He'd shucked his shoes and rolled up his pant legs.
"What do you use this for?" Ronnie asked.
"Since you know half the secret I guess I can tell you the rest." He rubbed his nose and smiled. Then he fished a silver flask from his jacket pocket, opened the ornate hand-carved lid and offered the flask to Ronnie. She swallowed just a little, expecting something strong and rough. But it was the smoothest Scotch she'd ever tasted. She took a mouthful to quiet her nerves.
"I kept a girl here for a year or so. She was young. Too young perhaps. She was trying to be an artist and all that sort of thing. Didn't even eat meat…" Evan smiled. "Except on occasion."
Ronnie shivered, wondering if he meant what she thought he meant. "You had a mistress then."
"Sure did. But she was forever getting tangled up with other men her own age."
"How old was she?"
"Nineteen." Evan slipped an arm around Ronnie's waist. The suggestion was all too obvious. And Ronnie couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. It was flattering to any woman to have attention from a man. Even if that man was her uncle.
"Would you like to see the beach house?" Ronnie and her uncle headed up the beach. The place was spacious-appearing though not very large. In the closet in the bedroom, Ronnie found a negligee hanging among several of her uncle's shirts.
"Pam never even wore that," he said off-handedly. "I bought it for a surprise but she was gone when I came to bring it." Ronnie held the thing up to her body and twirled. It looked as if it might have cost a hundred dollars. "If it fits you, you may have it," he said at last. "Of course you'd have to try it on first, I suppose."
Ronnie blinked her dark lashes at him. "I suppose." Evan left her alone in the bedroom.
It didn't take her thirty seconds to peel off her dress and slip the lovely creation over her head. Since she never wore panties she was naked underneath. And since the gown was translucent, her dark triangle showed through when the light hit just right.
"It fits perfectly, Uncle Evan," she called through the door.
"Aren't I going to get to see you in it?" he called back.
Ronnie's nipples burned with a sudden rush of excitement. To actually model the thing for Uncle Evan seemed so daring. Especially knowing the history of the gown. Though his mistress had never really worn it, it had been purchased with her in mind. A girl exactly Ronnie's age. The implication was just all too much! Ronnie went over close to the door.
"I don't know, Uncle Evan. I feel funny about it."
I'd be disappointed if I never got to see it on someone, he said. "And you're much prettier than Pam was."
Trembling, Ronnie opened the door and stepped out. The sun was slanting through the big windows that covered one side of the room. She had to walk between them and her uncle. As she walked, she knew that he could see her body clearly through the gauzy silk.
"It's lovely," she told him. But before she could cross to the bedroom again, Evan took her wrist. He made a sound like a lost puppy and before Ronnie knew it he was on his knees, hugging her soft belly against his face.
"Uncle Evan! Ohhh God, please don't!" His mouth burrowed warmly against her navel. She shivered, felt her long fingers curl sharply against the nape of his neck. She could hardly think any more! His breath warmed her flesh. His hands cupped her full, firm ass and then she felt his fingers spread to touch more and more of her. The silken gown was pressed between her cheeks. Uncle Evan was kissing her pubic bone, rubbing his lips against the tautly curled cushion of black hair. A rush of juice made the inner surfaces of her cunt slide together.
"Oh God," her uncle gasped, "I can smell you. You're so lovely, so fantastic!"
"We were just supposed to go to lunch together, Uncle Evan," she moaned. But beneath the thin veneer of her resistance, Ronnie found herself wanting this good-looking man! She could hardly conceal her desire. He lowered her to the thick carpet, his mouth sending shivers up and down her flesh.
"Ohhhh God, we shouldn't do this, Uncle Evan!"
"Yes we should!" He was sliding a hand under the hem of the gown. Ronnie wasn't hypocritical enough to grab his wrist. She writhed with pleasure as his palm warmed her knee and then slid slowly up the inside of her thigh. Evan touched her so gently, moved so slowly. In a few seconds she was panting hard, grinding her teeth together. He let his lips brush her face for the first time. She closed her eyes to escape any more guilty thoughts. His mouth was hot against her neck. She whimpered like a hungry animal. His hand moved another inch up her thigh. She rocked her hips slowly, heart pounding. Then her uncle's mouth found hem and they kissed in an unbelievable burst of sensual fury. At the same moment Evan brushed a fingertip along the closed lips of her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed when he pulled his lips away. He closed his teeth down on her earlobe and nibbled gingerly while his finger began to probe up and down against her furred mound. Ronnie was sure that she'd never really understood this thing between a woman and a man. She'd dated mere children before. And this was a man with his hands on her! She felt glorious! She moved eagerly with his touches.
"Your cunt is so plump and warm," he whispered.
"Ohhhh, Uncle Evan, I feel like I'm floating!"
"You taste wonderful. So young, so sweet!" He continued to kiss her ear while his finger worked teasingly along the slippery crevice that was still closed. Ronnie didn't want to act wanton. She didn't really know how to act. But after Evan had petted her swollen pubes a dozen times or more she was crazy with wanting him to push inside! She began to roll her ass against the rug. She was panting harder than ever. And that was exactly what her uncle seemed to want. He was luring her into a frenzy! She was about to grab his hand herself and force it up inside her bunt. But somehow she kept her tan thighs together.
"I want you to be my mistress," Evan breathed. His tongue teased up along her cheek until they were kissing again. She sucked it between her teeth without a shred of reluctance. Her body was in control now. And her body wanted more touching, more kissing, more…
"Uhhh! Ohhhh God, Uncle Evan, keep touching me! Nhhhhuuuh!"
Ronnie could stand it no longer. When her uncle pushed the gown up around her waist and started, to pet her, feverish around again, she gave a cry that was almost a growl and drew her knees up and apart. As her thighs opened, her outer cunt lips parted with a wet sound as the folds came unstuck. A musky perfume permeated the air. Her uncle growled too and his teasing finger went deep into the squishy heat of her crevice. He felt up along her slit and when she choked on a sob of passion, he began to knead the hot little bulb of her clit until it swelled from its hood.
"Whhuuh… ohhhhh shit!"
"You like my finger?"
"I'm crazy about it!"