1 comments/ 62607 views/ 5 favorites Sandra's Summer Ch. 01 By: Yesarub "Your uncle is gorgeous," Sandra whispered into her best friend's ear. "Sandra!" Michelle smacked the girl next to her lightly on the arm. "He's twice your age. Well, almost." "I know, but just look at that body." The two girls were lying atop on a large beach towel. Sandra was propped up on one elbow. Michelle reached behind her back, tied the strings on her bikini top, and then sat up on the blanket beside her friend. She followed Sandra's gaze. Uncle Mike and several other family members were playing volleyball a few yards away. The teams were uneven, four on five, but her uncle easily made up the difference. Both girls watched as he spun the ball, tossed it upward, and then leaped in the air to serve. His muscles glistened in a sheen of sunscreen lotion and sweat, and Sandra moaned with delight. "Yeah, he does triathlons and stuff," Michelle murmured. "I guess he has a pretty good bod." The ball rocketed to the far corner of the court. Michelle's dad and older brother both dove for it, but neither had a chance. Both came up with a face full of sand, as the ball hit the line. Michelle's mom was playing the net on Michael's team. She shouted in triumph. "Ha! Game point, we win!" She ran to give Michael a victory hug, and squealed when he hugged her back. "Oh yuck! You're covered in sweat. Go take a dunk in the ocean." Michael flashed a pearly white smile. "Exactly what I was thinking. Who's in?" He sprinted down to the surf, racings and family to splash in the waves. Michelle was now watching Sandra, who hadn't taken those big brown eyes off her uncle once. "I know that look, Sandra Connors." Michelle grinned. "Don't even think it." Sandra batted her eyelashes in mock innocence. "Who me?" "Eww, gross. I can't believe you're thinking about THAT. With my UNCLE!" Sandra smiled, and turned her attention back to Michael. "I can't believe you're not." * * * * * It was the second week of summer. Both girls had just finished their senior year in high school. In a few months, Michelle would be heading off to UCLA. Sandra still hadn't figured out what her plans were. She wanted to backpack across Europe for a year, and was hoping she could talk Michelle into postponing school for a year, and joining her. This week, Michelle's family was gathered for their annual family reunion. Michelle had talked her parents into letting Sandra come along, too. With all the visiting family, there wasn't enough room for the girls in the main house. Michelle's parents had brought along a tent for the girls, which they had set up in the backyard. The girls loved it. It was a quiet retreat from the occasional chaos of the beach house. On the second morning of their stay, Michael was walking by the girls' tent. He heard some rustling inside. "God damn it, I just got these nails done." It was Sandra's voice, cursing to herself. Michael didn't think she had heard him, and didn't want to startle her, so he coughed before stepping closer to the front door flap. "Hello? Anything I can do to help?" He peered in through the screen window. In truth, Sandra had seen him coming all along, and she had spun her trap well. Michael found her squatting near the far wall of the tent. She was wrestling with the zipper of the opposite window flap, which appeared stuck. Sandra didn't turn to face him immediately, which afforded him a moment to admire her sensuous curves. Already she was dressed for the beach, wearing a red and white stripped bikini. Her skin was golden from long hours in the sun. She had a thin waist, and wide hips that shaped her perfectly round ass. Her legs were long and slender. Silk black hair flowed down her back, falling just below her shoulder blades. Michael swallowed, and had to remind himself that that this girl had only just graduated high school. Sandra was 18, he knew, but her body was going on 24! "Having trouble with the zipper?" he asked. Sandra looked over her shoulder, and smiled. She had beautiful eyes, full-bodied lips, and a wonderfully innocent face. Her body was half-turned, and from this angle Michael glimpsed her ample breasts as they jutted outward, barely contained in the thin fabric of her bikini top. Sandra caught his quick southward glance, and smiled. "Oh, hi! Yes ... it's stuck. Think you could give me a hand?" Michael crouched low to enter the tent. Sandra had already turned her attention back to the zipper, when Michael came up behind her. "Here, don't force it," He put both arms around her, taking her hands to stop her from ripping the fabric. Sandra thought she was going to melt. He was so close, so warm, and he smelled of sandalwood. Was that aftershave, she wondered, or did he always smell that good? "The edge is caught in the teeth," Michael told her. "Pull it back a little bit." Sandra leaned back into him, her bare back touching his crisp, white T-shirt, and the strong, lean frame beneath it. "I meant the zipper," Michael laughed. "Oh. Right," Sandra tugged at the vinyl cloth while he tugged the zipper back. It came free, and Michael was able to reverse direction, and finish zipping the window flap all the way shut. "There ya go," he patted her on the shoulder and started to back his way out of the tent. "Mr. Peters, wait!" Sandra lunged toward her beach bag, and brought out a tube of sun block lotion. "Could you, umm, maybe do my back?" Michael knew this was asking for trouble, but she already had her back turned toward him and was pulling her long, black hair out of the way. She was crouching in the tent. They both had to because the tent ceiling was so low. "I don't want to get burned," she waved the sunscreen tube in one hand. "Sure," Michael mustered, as nonchalantly as he could. He came back into the tent, the door flap swishing down behind him. Sandra was kneeling on her sleeping back, which was spread across an inflatable mattress. "Air mattress? You gals aren't exactly roughing it, are you?" he chuckled. "Oh, I like it rough." Sandra smiled, "Just not when I'm camping." The girl was playing him, Michael realized. He grabbed the sunscreen, squeezed a large amount on his hand, and then started working it into her skin. He started at tops of her shoulder and neck, and paused when he saw that her top bikini string was missing. He hadn't noticed Sandra untie it when pulling her hair over her shoulder. Her skin was soft, warm, and the sunscreen lotion made it shine. Sandra arched her back, and reached behind to untie the lower strings of her bikini top. Michael noticed it fall to the mattress. "I absolutely hate tan lines," she confessed. Michael swallowed dryly. He was married, alone, in a tent, with a consenting but very young woman ... who had just taken off her bikini top. Suddenly, Sandra shifted on the air mattress, throwing both of them off balance. She fell forward, now resting on her hands and knees. Michael kneeling fell forward too, grabbing both of her hips to keep from falling on top of her. "Sorry," she picked up the sunscreen, which he had dropped, and handed it to him behind her back. She stayed in that position, on her hands and knees. "I slipped." Michael decided he'd best finish this, and quickly. He squirted more of the white lotion onto her back, and started to work it in with both hands. Sandra swayed beneath his touch, moving with his rhythm, and allowing him to work the sunscreen in her back, and along the curve of her sides. She reached back with one hand, and tugged at the left side string of her bikini bottom. It came undone. Michael pretended not to notice. She repeated the same motion on the other side. Now, the only thing holding her bikini bottom in place was gravity. Michael stopped. Sandra flipped her hair around over her shoulder, looked back at him and winked. "Keep going," she said, in a soft, sultry voice. Michael squirted a small amount of the cream on Sandra's lower back. He was just going to finish this little bit, and then scoot out of here. Sandra was on her hands and knees, looking back at him. She wiggled her bum back and forth, and the skimpy bikini bottom slide down an inch. Her tan lines were clearly visible, and the sight of her paler tone skin sent a thrill through him. Sandra wiggled again, and her bikini bottom slipped completely off. Michael watched as the garment slowly slid off her derriere. More and more of her ass was exposed, until the fabric fell to the ground. He noticed that the inside of the girl's bikini bottom was moist, and gasped. Sandra, he realized, was wet with pleasure from his touch. That sent another thrill up his spine. The sunscreen tube slipped from his hands as he gripped her hips tightly. "Now this is interesting," Sandra purred. At that moment, there was a shout from the back porch. It was his niece. "Sandra!" Michelle called down. "Let's go! I want to get a good spot on the beach." Michael froze. Sandra flipped over to her back. She was completely naked now, lying on her sleeping bag. Her breasts were full, the nipples hard and at full-attention. The tan lines were more subtle on her chest, and Michael surmised that she often sun-bathed topless. Sandra watched as Michael's eyes gobbled her up. She lifted one leg and brought it around, so that she was straddling Michael while he knelt over her. "I'm getting sun screened," Sandra shouted back. She looked into Michael's eyes, while tracing her fingertips along the curves of both breasts. Her fingers slid lower, across the flat of her tummy, down past her bikini bottom tan line, and stopping short of her perfectly shaved pussy. Michael couldn't tear his eyes away from their movement. Sandra called out, "I'll be coming soon." "Ok," Michelle called, "I'll meet you there. Oh, Mom made French Toast and sausages, grab some before you come down." "Mmm," she whispered, for Michael's ears only, "grabbing some sausage sounds like a great idea, don't you think?" The sliding screen door on the back porch slammed shut, and that snapped Michael from his trance. "Sandra, you're going to make some boy very, very happy," Michael said, and then quickly left the tent. Sandra tried to wrap her legs around him, but he was strong. He was out of the tent, but not before Sandra caught a glimpse of the bulge in his shorts. She'd had an effect on him, that was certain. * * * * * * Sandra heard his retreating footsteps, and pouted. He wasn't coming back. She rolled over, dug around in her overnight bag, and pulled out something long and blue. It was a vibrator. She nestled back on the air mattress, and brought the blue sex toy to her lips. Sandra kissed the vibrator softly, almost reverently, and then took the bulbous head into her mouth. She sucked on it, like a lollipop, and let it roll across her tongue. She had cleaned it thoroughly after her last use, but she could still taste herself on the surface. When the head of the vibrator was wet with saliva, she sent it down between her legs. Sometimes, she liked to tease the vibrator over her neck, nipples, and the flat of her belly ... but not now. Michael's departure had been torture, and she needed immediate gratification. She rubbed the head of the vibrator across the lips of her pussy, up and down her slit several times. With a practiced flick of her thumb, the vibrator hummed to life. She didn't pause, she simply plunged the tool deep into her pussy. She squeezed her muscles tight around the knobby device, pushing it out slowly. Then she gripped her hands around the shaft and thrust it back in again. Sandra spread her legs wide, and moaned as ripples of pleasure passed through her. "Oh, Michael," she cried. "I. Am. Going. To. Fuck. You. Hard." With each word, Sandra drove the vibrating rod deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her hand motions became faster, thrusting the hummer in and out. "Oh, god," Sandra was caught up fully in the rapture now, "Fuck, yes. FUCK ME!" She flicked the vibrator off, and threw it to the side, finishing herself off with her fingers. The orgasm ripped through her while she finger-strummed her clit fast and hard. She had to bite down on her pillow, to keep from screaming. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as stars exploded behind eyelids, tightly shut. Sandra's Summer Ch. 02 Author's Note: In Chapter 1, Sandra tried to seduce her best friend's uncle, who was nearly twice her age. She managed to get him all alone and herself fully naked. After someone almost walked in on them, Michael made a hasty retreat. Sandra is not giving up yet! * * * "Where were you?" Michelle asked. Sandra plopped down on the beach blanket next to her friend. She looked down the line of beach chairs nearby, and spied Michelle's uncle three chairs down. "Oh, just taking care of some unfinished business." Sandra caught a slight smile on Michael's face. She wondered if he knew what she had done after he left the tent. "Let's go for a swim," Michelle got to her feet. "I've been sitting in this sun all morning. I'm roasting!" "You go ahead," Sandra suggested. "I'm not quite ready to get wet again." "Again? You just got here. You haven't been wet once!" Michael coughed, and then stood up. "I could use a swim. Let's go, 'lil niece." Sandra watched the pair saunter down to the waves. Michael said something that made Michelle laugh, and then she tried to punch him in the arm. Michael ducked out of the way, and then charged back at her. He scooped her up effortlessly and flung her over one shoulder. Michelle let out a shrill scream and started beating her fists against Michael's back. He jogged down to the water. Michael was waist deep when he lifted Michelle off his shoulder and flung her into the chilly Atlantic waters. Michelle came up wiping her eyes, sputtering and laughing. She started splashing her uncle with water. He dove into the next wave and surfaced several yards behind her. Michelle swam out toward him, past the breakers. Sandra watched them swim for a while, then rolled on to her back. It was time for some sun. * * * "Mom, I'm hungry," one of Michelle's younger cousins whined. "Me, too," chimed another rug-rat. It wasn't quite noon yet, but it was getting close. "Go wash that sand off your hands, then come back for a granola bar," one of the moms replied, without lifting her nose from the book she was reading. It was Michael's wife. Sandra looked at her and thought the woman could be attractive, if she only tried. She rarely wore make-up, and when she did it was done terribly. She'd let her body go after their second child. Sandra couldn't see what Michael saw in her. "I have to go to the cottage, Babs," Michael said, tugging on a T-shirt and slipping his feet into a pair of sandals. "Want me to bring back some sandwiches for the kids?" Babs. Sandra hated that name. "That'd be nice," she still didn't lift her nose from the book. "Make some Peanut Butter and Jelly. Do you girls want anything?" "I haven't had a PB and J in forever," Sandra exclaimed. "That sounds real good." "Make that four," Michelle gave a thumbs up without even lifting her head from the towel. "Might as well make a picnic basket," Barbara suggested. "Julie and Kevin will be back from their walk soon, and my parents will be driving in any minute. The boys will be back from golfing soon, too." Michael left for the cottage, and Sandra lay back on her towel. 'Julie and Kevin are walking on the beach,' she thought to herself. 'The rest of the adults are out golfing, there's no one at the cottage. Just Michael.' Sandra lifted her head, and looked over to her friend. Michelle was napping, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and slow. Sandra turned toward Mrs. Peters. Her nose was still stuck in that book. "I have to go to the bathroom, Mrs. Peters," Sandra grabbed her sunglasses and rose to her feet. "If Michelle is looking for me, tell her I'll be back soon." Mrs. Peters only grunted. The exact sound, Sandra thought, that a pig might make when it's hungry. Sandra made her way quickly back to the cottage. * * * When Sandra walked in, Michael was starring rather helplessly at the kitchen counter. There were two finished peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and one half-finished one. Michael had the unfinished sandwich in one hand, a knife in the other, and had the cutest "now what?" look on his face. "What's up, sugar plum?" Sandra said, sliding up next to him. "I used the last of the bread, we're all out." Michael tried not to notice the scantily clad girl at his side, and instead started rummaging through the overhead cupboard. "Use these," Sandra suggested, reaching up into the cupboard and pulling down a bag full of hot dog rolls. "Hot dog rolls?" "Oh, yes, they're wicked!" Sandra tugged off the twisty, and pulled a hot dog roll from the bag. She grabbed the knife from Michael's hand, allowing her breast to brush against his bicep in the process. Michael pretended not to notice. "I used to make these all the time, even when we had regular bread," Sandra scooped some peanut butter from jar. She opened the hot dog roll with her thumb and forefinger, and then spread the peanut butter thickly down the inside. Then she scooped out some grape jelly, and spread it on top of the peanut butter. "Bite?" Sandra offered out the first nibble to Michael. He looked at her for the first time. Her face was beautiful, youthful and smooth. Her big brown eyes just pulled him in, and before he knew it, he was leaning over to take a bit from the sandwich. She was smiling when he opened his eyes. "Hey, that's good," he said, around a mouthful of food. "That's really good!" Michael grabbed another hot dog roll, and started making another sandwich just like it. Sandra turned about and hoped up onto the counter. Sitting on the counter top made her taller, almost taller than him. Michael couldn't help but notice her wonderfully tan body, the curves of her youth, and the way her hair just cascaded down her front. His mind flashed to visions of this girl, naked before him, in the tent earlier that morning. He felt a stirring between his legs. "I love peanut butter," Sandra stuck a finger into the jar and scooped some onto her finger. Michael watched as she brought the finger to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to taste a small amount. "Mmmm!" Their eyes met, and Sandra saw that he was enthralled with her. His eyes were twinkling blue; she wanted to stare into them forever. His eyes glanced to the rest of the peanut butter, still thick on her finger. She lowered her hands slowly, so as not to break the spell. She peeled aside the fabric of her bikini top, and one ample breast sprung free. Sandra covered the exposed nipple with peanut butter, watching Michael's face intensely. His eyes never wavered. She spread the peanut butter around her sensitive aureole. Michael licked his lips, and took one step closer. Sandra dipped two fingers into the jelly jar. They came up with a nice glob of sweet-smelling, grape jelly. She pulled the other side of her bikini down, and spread the sticky goodness all across the surface of that bosom. Some of the jelly fell down onto her thighs, but most of it stayed in place. "Try this PB and J," she whispered. Michael's eyes were transfixed on her breasts, one covered with peanut butter, the other with jelly. Sandra reached one hand behind his neck, and slowly coaxed him closer. She could feel his breath on her chest. "Taste," she said, pulling him closer. His mouth took in her left breast, the one covered with peanut butter. Sandra closed her eyes as she felt his tongue roll across her nipple. "Yessssss," she sighed. He suckled at her tit, licking all of the creamy peanut butter from her skin. He squeezed her flesh with one hand, and bit down on her nipple softly. Sandra inhaled sharply. Michael then licked at her tenderly. Sandra turned her body, and he found her grape-covered nipple in his mouth. "Oh, this is yummy," Sandra whispered in his ear. Michael licked, nibbled and gobbled up all of the grape jelly, until her skin was bare. As she looked down from her perch, Sandra couldn't help but notice that Michael was quite aroused now. This was more than evident from the bulge in his swim trunks. "Pardon me a moment," Sandra pushed Michael back slightly, and then jumped down from the counter. "This looks even yummier." Sandra dropped to her knees, her head just inches from the bulging front of Michael's bathing suit. She looked up into his brilliant, light blue eyes. His face was expressionless, chiseled stone as she pulled the waist band of his swim suit down with both hands. She had to tug the front of the suit out, so that it didn't get stuck on Michael's cock. With a final yank, she pulled the garment all the way down. Michael's rod was thick, erect and heavy before her eyes. 'Oh my," Sandra said, admiring the tool. "All for me?" Sandra looked up at Michael with a mischievous grin, then reached over the counter and grabbed the peanut butter and jelly jars in each hand. She placed both down by Michael's feet. "I don't know why, but peanut butter always seems like it should go on first," she scooped a large quantity of peanut butter on one finger. Lifting Michael's cock, Sandra smeared the peanut butter all along his shaft, starting near the base and then stroking upward in a long, slow motion. She swirled her finger around at the top of his penis, coating the head with the creamy mixture. Sandra then dipped her finger in the other jar, swiping some grape jelly out, and swirling it around the tip and sides of Michael's cock. He was getting harder as she fondled the mixture on his rod, and Sandra knew he was in agony over what was soon to come. She would not disappoint. Sandra lifted Michael's cock with one hand, pressing it flat against his belly. She looked up into his eyes, and brought her face very close. Sticking out her tongue, she flicked at the peanut butter at the base of his shaft. "Choosy lovers choose Jiff," Sandra said, giving her own twist to the television ad jingle. And then she licked slowly, from the base of Michael's cock, all the way up the length of his shaft. Michael could see her mouth filling with the cremey peanut butter as she licked him clean. When she got to the top of his cock, she turned her head to the side, and licked all the way back down to the base. Michael shivered; it was the most exquisite sensation he had ever felt. Sandra was working her way up the length of his cock again slowly, enjoying his reaction. This time, when she got to the tip, she opened her mouth and took his cock inside. There were smears of purple jelly and brown peanut butter along her chin, cheeks and nose, but she didn't try to clear them. Her only attention was on Michael's cock. Michael watched as she took him into her mouth, deeper and deeper. And then she swallowed, and he went even deeper into her throat. "Jesus." Michael exclaimed, gripping the counter top tightly with both hands. He had never felt anything like this. Sandra started to bob her head back and forth on his cock. There were sweet smells of peanut butter and jelly as her hand started to stroke him in rhythm with the sucking motions of her mouth. She began to pump him faster, making slurping noises as she sucked hard and fast on his cock. Sandra felt Michael's leg muscles tighten, his body convulse, and then he gripped the back of her head and exploded in her mouth! He cried out as his sweet cum filled her mouth, mixing with the peanut butter and jelly. She savored it all with one swallow and then slowed the pumping motions of her hand. "That was the sweetest PB and J that I have ever tasted," she slurped up more cum dribbling for his cock. Michael, spent, could only hold on to the counter top with both hands. His body shook, he couldn't speak. Sandra stood up, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. The kiss started out slow, but Michael found himself returning the kiss. Sandra lifted his t-shirt and broke the kiss only long enough to pull the shirt over his head. Their mouths crushed against each other with hot, fiery passion. Sandra's nipples were hard against his muscled chest, and she ground her hips against his. Both of their faces were smeared with the lunch time concoction, and their tongues danced within each other's mouth. Sandra wanted to work him back to firmness, so that she could ... ... car tires crunched on the gravel driveway outside the kitchen window. The two of them, he completely naked, she almost entirely so, froze at the sound of a car pulling up next to the house. The other men were back from their morning golf trip. "I'm getting really annoyed with all these interruptions," Sandra told him, eye to eye. "Frankly, so am I," Michael agreed. Sandra spanked Michael's bare rump, leaving a big smear of grape jelly there. "Better pull your shorts up, sweet cheeks, they'll be up the back stairs in no time." And then she was gone, running down the hall toward the front door, pulling herself back into her bikini top. Michael had just finished pulling up his swim suit, when his brother George came in through the back door. "What happened to you?" George asked, taking in the discard t-shirt on the floor, and the peanut butter and jelly that was stained all around Michael's mouth, down some of his bare chest, on the floors, on the counter tops ... everywhere. "Did you lose a fight with Mr. Peanut?"