Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 8

I’m not really sure what prompted me, but I supposed it was being young and needy, it being hot out, and me feeling especially like I wanted to get his attention again that day. It wasn’t like I was trying to be naughty or anything; again, I guess I was just feeling flirty.

But when I went to my dresser and blushingly pulled out the new bikini I’d picked out at while shopping with my best friend. I already knew I was probably taking this to another level. I had been making my plans towards him since college and looking forward to when I will be home.

Now that we had already laid the foundation of our attraction starting from him seeing my bare pussy in his kitchen, to the both of us pleasuring eachother as we stroke our private parts, it’s time to take things further. I badly need this man like life itself.

I had just finished tying the rope of my panties when i heard our door bell ring. My heart beat faster as i looked at the window and realized my stepuncle wasnt there. He’s the one ringing the door bell.

I thought about putting on a shirt and short but discarded the idea. This is an opportunity i dont think i want to

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waste. I rushed out of my room, adjusted my hair and opened the door.

I could see the surprise look on his face as he said ” Oh. Amelia, are your parents around?”

I gave him a small smile,” No, they went out. Is there something you need?”

His eyes roamed over my body and i could feel my nipple tighten against the sheer tiny material of my bikini, i let out a sharp breath as his eyes met mine, ” I was thinking i could lend your dad’s tools to fix my truck, mine seems not to be doing the job”

“Come in, let me check where my dad keeps his tools.” i told him, intentionally inviting him into our house. I felt his hesitation, and then he gave in, entering the sitting room.

“School’s going well, huh??” He asked me, trying to lead the conversation away from what we did that night, which I kind of appreciate

I just sat up then, curling my legs beneath me on the long chair. “Yeah, it’s fine, I guess. It’s definitely nice to be home, though, too; I guess I missed more about college than I’d thought I would.”

Mr Chase grinned as he sat on the chair, a little close to me. I could smell him. He smells of something irresistible mixed with a wooden musk. I don’t think his scent would ever leave my memory.

He ran his hand through his hair and toweled off the back of his neck with the t-shirt in his hands. I shamelessly stared at him; watching his tanned muscles ripple and glisten with sweat. God, he was hot.

I thought of that cock I knew he had in his pants; the one I’d seen from afar the other night. Only now, I wanted to see it again; much closer.

God, was my stepuncle flirting with me? I could feel that now-familiar feeling I got around him welling up inside of me, making my skin tingle and my pulse race a bit faster. I grinned and turned my head a little, as if I was looking at something across the room.

His eyes instantly dropped to my bikini-clad body, and I felt a hot ripple shudder through me as I realized that he was totally checking me out. His eyes slowly and hungrily traveled down my slim torso, over the tiny patch of material between my thighs and then down my long, tanned, slender legs.

“Especially if you keep up those window shows of yours, you know,” he growled.

I swallowed heavily and turned back to him, the color rushing to my cheeks as grinned bashfully. I guess we were going to talk about that.

“Uncle I’m sorry if- if-” I stammered, trying to collect my words. “I’m sorry if that was-”

“Naughty?”

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