C K Ralston
Family affair
CHAPTER ONE
When she hopped off the grumbling bus and collected her bags from the driver, little Sandy Remington was dressed in a sedate, ruffled sun dress that looked as though a maiden aunt had picked it out. Sandy made her way quickly through the crowded bus terminal and into the ladies room.
Once inside, the petite, pretty girl locked herself in one of the pay toilets and yanked her dress off.
Nude except for her filmy red panties, the blonde looked outside the stall and, seeing no one else in the huge bathroom, opened the door to watch herself dressing in the wide expanse of mirrors behind the sinks. Sandy examined her rich brown tan, her deep-water blue eyes, the way her shoulder length hair, golden as a field of summer corn, hung loosely around her cute face with its small, upturned nose.
Cupping her tits in each hand, Sandy brought them together and rolled them around on her chest, smiling as her tiny nipples touched and a tingle of sexual pleasure shot through them. The girl released her pulsing tits and rubbed her cunt through the fabric of her panties.
Giggling happily at her beauty, the little blonde closed the door and rifled through her bag until she found the outfit she sought. Sandy pulled out the wildly cut pair of overalls and wriggled her compact body into the faded blue fabric which covered her like a custom fitted glove.
Sandy stepped into the thick bottomed wedge sandals she had bought to bring her up to an even five feet tall and closed her suitcases. She came out into the bathroom and eyed the total effect of her new outfit critically in the mirrors.
"Knockout!" the girl winked at herself in the glass and did a slow model's turn.
The dazzlingly attractive little teenager loved the way the daring outfit had been cut in back. The rear panel had been removed by the designer and a criss-cross of denim straps had been substituted. An inch of Sandy's spectacularly well-rounded ass-cheeks were visible – and an inch of the crack separating the muscular little swells – with more than half of her bobbing tit-mounds popping into view from the rear whenever Sandy raised her arms above her waist.
Fixing her make-up one last time in the mirror, Sandy bent over the sink. The low cut front of her overalls billowed out to reveal all of her swaying titties as she looked down.
"I must remember to lean over and kiss Uncle Jack in the car!" Sandy said aloud, laughing as she imagined her good-looking uncle's reaction to her uncovered tits.