1. Sailing Lessons


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    at Albert, who held up his beer and continued to munch away on a bratwurst. Edna didn't even see me so I sat down by Fred and started chowing down. "How's life treatin' ya, Fred?" I asked. "Not bad, Dave, not bad. It's been an easy summer, and the next couple of weeks three of the cabins will be empty, so I'll probably be able to catch up on my boat a little bit." Fred was about sixty years old, and had been building a sailboat for the last twenty. It was almost done, and Fred was planning on retiring on it. (It had never sailed, and was not likely to soon, at the rate that Fred was working on it. He always talked about working on the boat, but he seldom did, even though it was almost finished.) Fred was a roly-poly bear of a man; gone gray, but not gone soft. Just slowed down somewhat. Even at that, he made running the resort seem more of a hobby than work, and somehow everything got done; and Fred still had time to talk to everyone; and fish off the dock; and sit outside the lodge and sun himself. I was listening to Fred tell me how his sailboat was coming along, and what had happened at the lake since I had been up there while I scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone approaching from the lodge. She was a tall girl, with a beautiful tan, and long brown hair that curled down around her shoulders. She was headed for the food table. Her cutoff jeans shorts were very short and the crisp white blouse was caught up in a knot just ...
    under her breasts, exposing her midriff. As she bent over the food table to get a plate, I couldn't help admiring how well her perfect heart-shaped ass filled out her short cutoffs. She went around to the other side of the table and leaned over to reach the potato salad. The front view was even better than the back. She had a beautiful face, with large dark eyes, and a full red mouth. As she leaned over I could see the soft round sides of her breasts. I don't know if she caught me staring down her blouse or not, but she looked up suddenly, smiled, and said, "Uncle Dave! How are you? "Uh, great!” I replied, realizing suddenly that I should probably recognize this girl. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Excellent!" she said, "Where's Louise?" "She's in Germany, finishing up her PhD." I said. (Shit! Who was this angel? I tried to estimate the age of this cute young thing. 18? 20? Her face had just a hint of adolescence, but her body had all the firm curves of a full-grown woman.) "How's your folks?" I asked, hoping to get more clues to who this babe was and why I should know her. Was she really my niece? "Oh, they're doing fine. They're headed home already. Daddy had to get back to the store, and Mom decided to go along." She smiled sweetly. "I get to stay another week, and go home with the Johnsons." (No clues yet.) She scooped some fruit salad onto her plate. "Staying long?" she asked. "A couple weeks." I said. Her face did look familiar. "Cool." she said, sitting down right across ...