I thought it best that I take a gap year. Being only eighteen, I was too young to figure out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, so the modelling contract was a welcome distraction.
Of course, after my poolside session with Uncle Shawn, I had ulterior motives for wanting to go to Cape Town. Just thinking about him made me reach into my PJ'S and start stroking my clit. He had awakened a sleeping beast in me, one that I never knew existed.
I had yet to see Shawn again. He was away on a business trip and Aunt Gabby had fetched me from the airport, her usual, gregarious self. This time, I paid attention to every word she said. Feelings of guilt washed over me, knowing that I had slept with her husband a few times over the summer holidays. I felt like a cheap, wanton whore and a part of me loved it!
I continued to stroke my clit, my fingers brushing against my pussy slit. I was wet, and my nipples were so hard, it hurt. I desperately needed a fuck. There was just so much that I could do. I needed Shawn's fingers, his mouth, his cock deep inside me.
A part of me was afraid that he will reject me, that he will call it a mistake, a summer fling. If that happened, I was determined to still make a success of my modelling career, and was quite certain that there would be many willing participants to fulfill my needs.
My room was beautifully decorated. I had my own pad above the garage, and I could see that Aunt Gabby had gone to great lengths to make everything comfortable. I felt guilty all over again.
The next day, she dropped me off at the media company headquarters. I wore a pink mini dress that accentuated my long legs. My hair hung loose down my back and I had just a touch of lip gloss. The make-up department would give me a makeover, so there was no point in plastering my face with make-up. "Good luck Zara. See you this evening. Uncle Shawn will be back in the office later this afternoon, so you can get a ride back with him," smiled Aunt Gabby as I jumped out of the car.
"Thanks Aunty Gabby. Have a good day," I replied, feeling my nipples harden at the mention of Shawn's name.
The day at the office was quite mediocre. I spent the entire morning completing forms for human resources, taking a tour of the office and making small talk with the team. The real work was to begin the following week, with in-studio photoshoots, followed by location shoots. Truth be told, I was glad that I had decided to take the job. It felt grown up!
The media company was also quite laid back, and most people knocked off work at around 3.30pm. I was given a small office near the photographer's studio. It was quaint, with a fabulous view of Table Mountain.
Shawn popped his head into the office just after 3.30pm.
"Zara! Welcome to Zenith Media! Ready to go home?" I stared at Shawn. He looked delicious and I was stripping him in my mind, imagining his huge cock and chiselled chest.
"Er...yeah. I'm, er...ready."
Shawn raised an eyebrow as I tripped over my words. Grabbing my handbag, I headed for the door. Once in the car, I fidgeted with my nails and bit my lip.
"Zara we need to talk."
I nodded.
"I'm sorry for taking advantage of you, Zara. I didn't mean to."
I looked at him as he drove.
"Does that mean you regret it?"
"No, it means I'm sorry I took advantage of you. I don't regret it, but I do feel guilty about cheating on Gabby and taking your innocence."
"I wasn't all that innocent. I may be inexperienced, but I was no virgin."
"You know what I mean, Zara. It can't happen again, okay?"
I nodded, "Okay," as his mobile began to ring.
Thanks to his car's blue tooth, I heard his entire conversation.
"Shawny darling, I'm on my way to the airport," came Aunt Gabby's voice through the speaker.
"What? Why Gabs?"
"Sorry darling, the new client is being an absolute pain in the rear. I need to do some damage control before my Jo'burg team strangles her. I'll be back in three days time, four at most. Look after Zara please. Show her around. I feel terrible having to leave her in the lurch."
"No stress Gabs. Safe travels!" said Shawn, glancing at me. Three days of just Shawn and I...two days of which was the weekend. I felt my panties getting wet from my pussy juices!
"You heard that?"
"I did, and just so that you know, I regret nothing," I said, flashing him a killer smile.
Shawn groaned, obviously torn with guilt. I know that I should be too, but after tasting his cock and discovering my sexual desires, being fucked hard was all I could think of.
"Sorry Uncle Shawn," I said, trying to mask my disappointment.
We drove on in silence when Shawn suddenly asked if I'd like to go to a club that evening. I thought about it, and felt that no harm could come of it, so I agreed. I took my time getting ready. A leisurely bubble bath, followed by me doing my makeup immaculately. I wore a short black skirt with silver sparkly glitter and a tight halter neck top in shiny silver fabric. It clung to my large tits, accentuating all my curves. My black heeled sandals completed the look. I couldn't wait to see Shawn's face when I walked down the stairs to meet him. One way or the other, my juices will be flowing tonight.
The club was quite a distance away from Aunty Gabby's house. I guess Shawn didn't want to risk being spotted by anyone they knew. Being a busy night, the place was lively with activity. Boisterous laughter and music came from inside. The lights shone brilliantly and men were seen hovering outside. The place had limited entry which meant that it was exclusive.
I was enthralled by the inside setting. Small private VIP rooms bathed in red light. I was sure that I saw a few heads bobbing up and down. Just thinking about the exclusive sleaziness of the place had my panties becoming wet.
We sat down at a booth and Shawn went to get us drinks, a whisky for himself and gin and tonic for me. He came back with a few tequila shots as well, which I was grateful for. Tequila, followed by G&T, and then a few more shots of tequila had me on a buzz! I wanted to dance, and not even waiting for Shawn, I was on the dancefloor, gyrating to the provocative music. He didn't follow, but rather watched me from where he sat. I was pissed off! I felt someone behind me and turned to see a gorgeous young guy in his twenties.
"Wanna dance?" he asked over the music.
I nodded, and allowed him to take a hold of my hips as we danced together. Despite my drunkenness, I found myself looking at the guy. He was gorgeous, blue eyes and ruffled blond hair, but there was something about his boyish features that just didn't do it for me. I wanted rugged...I wanted Shawn. The song ended and the guy and I walked towards the bar. I could feel Shawn's eyes on me. Ordering two waters, we sat down on the stools.
"What's your name, honey?"
"Zara, and yours?"
"Lucas."
"Nice to meet you. So how come you're drinking water?"
"My brother owns this club and I'm technically on duty, so water it is."
I smiled at him. He seemed like a sweet guy.
"Lucas, I don't want to lead you on, but I'm here with someone."
"I know...he's been trying to kill me with his looks," laughed Lucas.
I also laughed and jumped off my stool. I needed the ladies' room.
On exiting the rest room, I found Shawn waiting for me. Grabbing my arm, he steered me to the edge of the club and out through the emergency exit.
"Where are we going?"
"Had a nice chat with Blondie there?" he asked, ignoring my question.
"His name's Lucas. Are you jealous?"
I pulled me behind a wall a grabbed me close. "What have you done to me? Ever since we fucked, I can't stop thinking about you. I haven't been able to fuck Gabby. She thinks something is wrong with my dick."
He grabbed my hand and steered it to his cock. It was rock hard. There was definitely nothing wrong with his dick.
He lowered his head and kissed me hard, his tongue seeking mine, while his hands groped my tits, feeling my hardened nipples. I felt his one hand snake its way under my skirt as he held me firmly, displaying a dominance that made my pussy gush. He thrust his hand forward and cupped my soaking pussy through my panties. I gasped.
"Does Blondie make you wet?"
" I don't know...perhaps I should test him?"
Shawn glared at me, his fingers wrapping tightly around my sheer panties and before I knew it, he tore it off me, leaving my bald cunt exposed. My legs were trembling. Without warning his fingers parted my pussy lips and a finger was thrust in. I was soaked and it glided in effortlessly.
"Fuck Zara!" he whispered, close to my ear. His finger pummelling my cunt made me moan in pleasure as I raised my one leg, balancing on the other. My arms were around his neck and, flicking my tongue on his lips, I sensed him losing control. His finger was slamming in and out of me rapidly. His hidden jealousy made him rough and I loved it. My pussy clenched around his finger as he started rubbing circles around my clit. Harder and faster he continued to finger me, alternating between one and two fingers inside me. The only sounds in the deserted alley was my moaning, his grunts of "Fuck" and the sound of my pussy juices.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked.
"YES!" I screamed.
"Yes who?"
"Yes Shawn!"
"Who?" he asked again, his thumb rubbing at my clit.
"Yes Uncle Shawn," I whimpered.
Shawn kissed me hard while he brought me to climax. Waves of pleasure hit me as my pussy squirted juices all over his arm and down my leg. I could barely stand.
Shawn held me close and kissed me again.
"Come, let's go home," he said as he settled me into his car, the smell of my sex filling the air. I was too exhausted to say anything, but I smiled. This was going to be a beautiful few days.
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