Bra Shopping With Uncle
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Chrissy was happy to be spending the summer with her Uncle Bob. He was her favorite Uncle because he was always so happy to see her. He was nice, and funny and handsome too.
Whenever he looked at her and gave her his special hugs, she always felt so special. When her mother had decided to go to Europe with her father to set up the new branch of his company, Chrissy had begged to be allowed to stay in the United States. Her father had estimated that it would take a year to get the new branch off the ground and making a profit. Chrissy didn't want to go to a strange school in a foreign land. But they wouldn't let her stay at home alone in the big old house. And, since Uncle Bob lived across town, She could keep an eye on the house and stay with him while he kept an eye on her. It was the perfect arrangement, assuming Uncle Bob would consent to being "babysitter" for a teenage girl.
When his sister asked him, Bob had acted like it was a bummer, but had agreed to take his niece in. Secretly Bob was ecstatic. Chrissy was his favorite niece. She was beautiful, a good hugger, and intelligent too. Bob didn't want to admit it to anyone, but he'd had several excellent beat off sessions with her in mind after seeing her in a thin T shirt, or that little blue bikini she wore in the back yard to suntan in.
So it was that Chrissy arrived at Bob's house with two suitcases in tow, and a worn Teddy bear under her arm. Fran, her mother, told Bob that if she needed more clothes, they were in the house, and gave him a key. Then, with a quick kiss goodbye, and an admonishment to Bob to take good care of her baby, she was off.
Bob had married his high school sweetheart right after school, and had lost her a year later in a terrible accident. He'd been too devastated to re-enter the dating game and, other than his frequent beat off sessions, he'd just done without sex in the ten years since then. Their original bedroom had been left just as it was and he'd moved into a downstairs bedroom. There was another one down the hall, and he gave that one to Chrissy.
It was summer, so there was no school. Bob conducted most of his business on the internet, so he didn't have to go anywhere to work most days. He spent hours in front of the computer, while Chrissy spent hours working on her tan.
Chrissy, after tasting bachelor food, taught her Uncle to cook. It was during one of these sessions that things started to cook. Pun intended.
Chrissy was dressed in her customary gym shorts and tank top. As she showed Bob how to read and interpret a recipe he leaned over and got a good look down the loose tank top. He sucked in his breath. Chrissy wasn't wearing a bra. Her modest breasts were perfectly white where her bikini covered them, but the surrounding flesh was dark, almost brown. In the middle of each white area was a circle of pink, with a nice perky nipple perched on each one. Bob felt his cock begin to stiffen. He knew what his beat off fantasy would be tonight. He managed to get through the recipe, but had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, where he pounded his meat and shot off in the stool so he could get his cock to go down.
Then they ate what they'd prepared. It was delicious, he decided, just like his cute niece. Later that night, while he was watching TV, Chrissy was taking a shower. When she got out she wrapped a towel around her long blond hair, and another around her torso. It covered her from chest to thigh and she thought nothing of walking into the living room to ask her Uncle where the body lotion was. He stared at her and didn't answer.
"Uncle Bob?" she said. "Are you OK?"
Bob was staring at the bottom of the towel, imagining that it was only about two inches from a juicy teenaged and probably virgin pussy. He finally snapped out of it. "Huh? Oh. Uh yeah. I'm fine. What was it you wanted?"
"Body lotion" she said again.
"Um, gosh. You know, I don't even know if I have any. Would massage oil be the same thing? There's some of that up on Mary's dressing table."
Silence. Mary was his dead wife.
Chrissy looked uncomfortable. He shook his head. "Oh. Here. I'll go with you." He stood up and immediately turned around. His dick was stiff again, and it was making an obvious tent in his silk pajama bottoms. Quickly he snatched an afghan off the back of the couch, muttering "Let me just straighten this up." and held it in front of him as he led the way to what he now called "Mary's room."
When they got there the hinges squeaked as he opened the door. "Hmmm. I need to oil those" he said. "I don't come in here much any more." Chrissy was staring around at fashions and decorating that was ten years out of date. Bob walked over to the vanity and picked up a dusty bottle. He looked at the label. "Mad Jack's Scented and Edible Massage Oil" he read out loud.
Then he blushed as his niece turned. "What a funny name. Who would want to eat massage oil?" She came and took it from his hands, turning over to read the contents. "This will do just fine" she said and rising on her tip toes, she hugged her Uncle.
Several things went wrong. His stiffened penis probed directly between her legs, just under the edge of the towel.
His arms went automatically around her and his hand brushed where she'd tucked the towel in to keep it secure. That end popped out and the towel fell to the floor ... or would have, except that it caught on the tent in his PJs where it pressed into her.
There, in plain sight, were her magnificent milky white breasts with their luscious strawberry nipples. The towel covered her silken pubes.
"Oops" yelped Chrissy.
"Oh Shit!" yelped Bob.
Chrissy stepped back, grabbing at the towel and lifted it to drape across her front. That exposed the now huge lump in the front of Bob's PJs. Chrissy stared at the lump while Bob stared at Chrissy. Both pinked up in the face.
Again, Bob said "Oh Shit!" and his hands jerked to cover his erection. "Um ... sorry" he said and he turned and fled downstairs to his bedroom. That night, when it came time for his cum to arc out onto the towel he'd spread on his bed beside him, Bob had to get up. He'd shot past the towel, and his spooge was all over the floor.
The next morning, as they ate breakfast, neither of them could look at the other. They managed to get through breakfast and Bob went to the computer. He had a new email, inviting him to a party at the yacht club. He was invited to bring a date. He sat and tried to think of a woman he could invite, but he really didn't know any he would like to take except some married women, and that wouldn't go over.
Then he thought of Chrissy.
He found her on the lawn, beside the swimming pool. She was in that tiny bikini he liked so much, the one that was responsible for the super white skin around her pink nipples. He couldn't look at her now without getting a boner, he thought in panic. "Chrissy, I've been invited to a party ... a fancy party ... and I need a date. I don't suppose you might be willing to go?"
She bounded up off the ground, her bikini-covered breasts bouncing delightfully. "I'd LOVE to, Uncle Bob. That would be just too cool. What should I wear?"
"Well," he said "most of the women will be wearing designer gowns. Fancy stuff. Do you have anything like that?"
"The only thing I have is my prom dress. But my mom made it and ... I don't think it would do."
They thought.
Bob remembered a particular dress his wife had worn one time, a dress that had taken his breath away. It would still be on a hanger in her closet. He looked at Chrissy critically. She was about the same size. "Come with me" he said.
Again, they found themselves in Mary's room. He rummaged through the closet, looking for a deep blue long dress. There. In the back. He brought it out and held it up.
"Uncle Bob!" sighed Chrissy "It's beautiful"
"Not nearly as beautiful as it will be when you're in it." he said.
"Let me try it on" she said, and she pulled it on over her bathing suit. It fit her like a glove, but the straps of her bikini showed. "Turn around" she said, and he did. The vanity mirror was right in front of him and he could see her clearly in it. She dropped the dress to her waist and undid her bikini top, dropping it to the floor. There again were her luscious tasty looking breasts. She pulled the dress back up. "OK, you can turn around now." she said.
It still fit her well, but something was missing. She noticed too. She faced the mirror and finally she put her hands on each side of her breasts and pushed them together, and up. Instantly she had cleavage and the dress looked much better.
"My boobs aren't big enough" she moaned.
Bob's hands were itching to take the place of hers. "Nonsense" he said. "You just need one of those Wonder Bras or something."
"But my bikini strap lines show too" she complained. This was true. Where the spaghetti strap that went around her neck was there was a thin white line.
"Well, you'll just have to suntan without that strap on. That should do the trick." said Bob.
"I don't have a bra" she said.
"Well then," said her Uncle. "I guess we need to go shopping."
An hour later they were at an exclusive lingerie shop in the mall, talking to a stunning looking woman about 40 years old. Bob explained "I'm taking her to a fancy party and the evening dress she'll be wearing won't allow a regular bra, but the one she gets needs to be like one of those wonder bras."
Chrissy added in "I'm too small for the dress." The woman looked Chrissy up and down appraisingly and Chrissy blushed "I mean my breasts are too small."
"Honey, if you're too small for any dress I can imagine, the dress must have been made for an Amazon." said the sales woman.
Bob's head jerked. Mary HAD been over endowed in the breast department. She'd been a 38DD and Chrissy must only be about a 36 C.
The woman looked at Bob. "OK, you go home and get this dress, and I'll work with your girlfriend."
Bob flushed at the idea Chrissy was assumed to be his girlfriend, but left. He noticed that Chrissy didn't say anything either. When he got back, Chrissy and Janet, as he was now introduced to her, were the best of friends and there were items of lingerie draped everywhere. Janet stood up and took the dress, holding it out to examine. "Hmmmm, this is a beautiful gown. I think we might just be able to make this work. She took Chrissy and the dress into the back of the store.
Bob, with nothing else to do, began to look at the items spread out in the waiting area. They hadn't been there when he left, so Janet had obviously been showing them to Chrissy. He looked at the sizes and they were about what he'd expect Chrissy to wear. Then he saw what some of them were and his dick started to get stiff again.
There was a gold colored teddy that would go very well with Chrissy's hair. It had a bra with it that had holes where the nipples would be, and with lace around those holes. The panties that went with it were so sheer as to be almost invisible. The jacket would come down only to the top of the hips, and was more to hide and expose the bra than to keep anyone warm. Any woman who wore this outfit was screaming "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME" without saying a single word.
Next he looked at a purple outfit that was a bra that held up the breasts, but didn't cover them at all. The panties that went with this thing were crotchless.
There were more like this, about six or seven outfits in all, and all of them made to advertise a woman's wares and cause a man to shoot in his pants. The aggregate message they sent was "I want to get pregnant, and I need some help please." By the time Bob had examined them all, his cock was iron hard and his balls were tight and full. He was about to sit down to hide his erection when Janet waltzed out of the curtained back room.
She stopped, staring at the front of his pants and then laughed. "Well, I can see by the evidence that I've chosen well for your sweetheart."
"What?" Bob croaked.
Janet grinned. "You dirty old man. You're robbing the cradle for sure with little Chrissy, but she says she loves you and she sounds like she means it. And who am I to say you're too old for her?" She touched his arm and pointed at the seat. "Here, sit down before you get dizzy and faint. Chrissy's ready. She called out Chrissy's name. The curtain moved and his niece came out. It was a good thing he was seated, because he'd have fallen over backward for sure.
Something had been done to the dress to make the bust area smaller. Now Chrissy's breasts bulged outward, with fully half of them exposed, almost to the nipples. He thought he saw a hint of pure white skin where the neckline finally stopped. It fit her like a glove. She twirled and he gulped as he saw nothing across her back but tanned soft skin.
"Ahhhh ... rrrg ... mmmsssllll ... ggllssstn" Bob was making very unusual sounds as he tried to breathe and tell Chrissy she was the most beautiful vision he'd ever seen in his life.
"I think he likes it" said Janet laughing. "And, Chrissy?" She got Chrissy to stop twirling "The things you picked out passed the boner test with flying colors."
Chrissy blushed and Bob looked from one woman to the other helplessly as he tried to figure out what was going on. Janet assumed her professional sales person persona and gathered up the purchases. As she rang them up she said "I did the alterations for free once I got to know Chrissy. She's a real darling. I only charged you for the materials for the built-in bra for the gown. But I'm making some money on the rest."
Her chatter distracted Bob from looking at the final bill and Janet gladly accepted his credit card. She kept up the chatter until he signed it. Then she leaned over and whispered "You're a very very lucky man to have a girl like Chrissy. And you're going to be a very very happy man later on tonight."
On the way home it took all of Bob's attention to stay on the road. He glanced at Chrissy, who smiled at him occasionally but otherwise acted like nothing odd had happened at all.
"Boner test?" Bob said helplessly.
Chrissy grinned and then blushed furiously. "Janet said that if the man sees the stuff and gets an ... erection..." she looked out the window when she said the word "well, it means he likes it."
They drove on a little longer. "And you picked out all that stuff?" said Bob.
"Well, Janet helped. I mean she asked me some questions and all. I sort of let her believe you were my ... boyfriend. I'm sorry, but then she showed me some things. We talked about them a little. She sort of made suggestions and I thought they were good suggestions. I guess I thought the outfits were pretty. When I tried them on they made me feel ... I don't know ... special. You know?"
Bob did not know. But if he understood her, Chrissy had just said that she'd either chosen the items he'd seen, or had agreed with Janet that they would be good for her to own. Just the thought of Chrissy in even one of those outfits made Bob's prick leak cream in his pants. And she said she tried them ALL on. IF he was going to make it home with dry pants he'd have to do something drastic.
He did Calculus in his head for the rest of the ride.
He made it home dry.
He told Chrissy to go on in and he'd be in in a minute. He didn't dare get out of the car the way he was. She'd see for sure. He puttered around in the garage for a few minutes, practicing some yoga breathing, trying to relax. Finally his prick relented and fell to half hard.
When he went in he smelled cooking. She'd started without him. He went into the kitchen and saw bowls and ingredients spread all over the place. "It's Lasagna tonight" she said cheerily and she commenced to tell him how to make it. They chatted as they ate and he helped clean up. He sat down after dinner to watch TV, but Chrissy said she was going to "go play with her new clothes." It all came rushing back - his vision of her wearing the gold outfit, her pink nipples up thrust through the holes, begging to be sucked. He saw in his mind's eye her reddish muffy through the translucent panties. He imagined her looking at him, wanting him ... letting him.
He was hard as a rock in seconds. The TV show forgotten he got up and went to his own bedroom. He made it last, this beautiful fantasy, as he stroked his rigid cock, and let himself come close to cumming several times before, with a soft groan, he emptied his balls on a towel, this time making sure it all went in a big puddle there. He drifted off to sleep in the rosy afterglow of a good squirt and was sleeping quite soundly when Chrissy opened the door and came in to get her good night kiss.
Chrissy gasped as she saw her naked uncle laid out on the bed. One leg was straight, and the other bent, his hands at his side. He snored lightly. There was a folded up towel beside him on the bed, by his hip. She stared at his penis, a dark wrinkled sausage lying sideways on a nest of brown hair. It was pointing at her.
She couldn't resist getting to see a real grown up penis up close. She'd been in heat ever since his boner had pressed into her groin that night. She'd felt it first, and when he stepped back she saw the tent. It was lots bigger than she'd thought something like that would be. Now, there it was, right in front of her. She tip-toed over to the bed and bent over. She smelled something musky ... manly.
Her eyes went to the towel and there, in one corner, was a raised puddle of something that looked a lot like pudding. It was thick and white. She shivered as she realized what it must be. She knew about masturbation, at least in theory. She often stroked herself in the shower, and sometimes in bed if she was too agitated to get to sleep. So that white stuff must have come from ... his penis.
Janet had said he was hard at the shop, when he saw the things she'd chosen. Up to that point she'd just tried them on for fun, but when she found out they gave her Uncle an erection, she decided she wanted them. For some reason she wanted to wear them. For him.
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