Teasing Uncle Carl Ch. 09

Arnie was Carl's best friend. Almost ten years older than Carl and a few pounds heavier, he still had a lot of life in him

This morning he was headed over to Carl's house. Every year, they pile into Arnie's jeep and drive over to the big park for the town's annual outdoor concert. It's held the first Friday of July. It was warm weather and they both would be wearing t-shirts and jeans. Since it was Friday, Doris would be gone to work with their car. They like to get there early so they can get a good spot on the lawn.

ARNIE:

Today, before knocking at the back door, I peered through the door's window to see Carl and Carrie sitting at the breakfast table. As I had hoped, and to my great delight, I could see that she was indeed wearing the skimpy undershirt I had seen her in before,

I knocked. To my surprise, it was Carrie that got up and headed for the door. Through the window, as she walked toward the door, My heart started pounding at the sight of her incredible breasts gently bouncing, only slightly covered and and her nipples clearly visible through the thin material. I was surprised that she would answer the door in her current state of undress without knowing who was knocking.

She opened the door, and seeing it was me, reached up to give me a big hug. The sensation of her breasts pressing against my chest had me shaking but what nearly caused a heart attack, In the reflection in the mirror of the side table across the kitchen, I could see the image of her hugging me and as she stretched up for the hug, the back of the shirt had ridden up exposing much of her beautifully rounded bare bottom making it surprisingly clear that the sexy girl hugging me wasn't even wearing panties under the short skimpy shirt.

All too soon, the hug was over and I tried to calm down as we walked over to the kitchen table. She asked if I wanted any breakfast. Still with a catch in my throat I told her I'd like some coffee and then enjoyed watching her pour it into a cup. When she leaned over to place the cup in front of him I was greeted with a wonderful view of much of her beautiful rounded bare breasts through the open side of her shirt. I was trying my best to calm down but she unknowingly wasn't making it easy as I was trying to hide my excitement from Carrie and her uncle.

Carl and I began talking about our plans for the concert. I was trying hard but in vain to keep his eyes off Carrie's erect nipples poking through the thin material as we talked.

Once it was made clear to Carrie that we were going to the outdoor concert, She piped up saying she wanted to go. Excited by the prospect, I still had to tell her there were only two seats in the jeep. She insisted she was OK with that. She could ride on the console and headed up stairs to get dressed. I watched her long bare legs disappear up the stairs.

Shortly she came back down ready to go, dressed in a very very short sundress. I don't think I had ever seen a dress that short. It seemed like it barely came down past her slim waist but did a great job of showing off her incredibly long slim legs. I was entranced watching the way the thin silky cloth swirled around her hips as she walked showing tiny glimpses of white panty underneath The dress was almost completely white with a subtle, barely visible flower design. It had spaghetti straps and was mildly low cut showing off part of the tops of her breasts. It had buttons down the front, the top few of which were left unbuttoned showing a tantalizing peek of bare skin between her incredible breasts. As she walked across the room toward them, I could tell by the seductive swaying of her breasts and the hint of nipple poking through the silky cloth that she wasn't wearing a bra. I couldn't help staring at her while trying to calm my racing heart. Waking me out of my stupor and prompting us to get going, she stood by the back door with her little duffel bag in hand. With her side to us and the sun pouring through the window, I could easily make out the outline of her breasts through the thin cloth. I decided it was going to be an exciting day.

As we walked out to the jeep, I hung back slightly to take in the view of her lovely long bare legs sticking out of the extremely short dress becoming excitedly aware of just how unbelievably short that dress was. As she walked, glimpses of her white panties would pop into view Since it was a breezy day, I was treated to a glimpse of her pretty panty covered bottom as the wind lifted the back of her dress briefly. Then again as she stretched up to put her duffel in the roof luggage rack, another longer view of her pantied behind. She was certainly going to draw some attention at the concert.

I entered the driver's side first almost trembling at the idea that Carrie would be sitting next to me, straddling the console in that almost non existent dress. Carrie entering the passenger side preparing to sit on the console. She slid one long bare leg over the console to my side, in the process, providing a wonderful view of the thin strip of white panty between her open legs. As she was leaning forward, trying to position herself on the console, I was treated to another wonderful view of most of her beautiful rounded breasts bouncing gently inside the front of her dress.

So there we were, me, my heart pounding, with Carrie siting beside me on the console in that ridiculously short dress, her long bare legs extending out to her feet resting on the dash.

Soon we were ready to go with me in the driver's seat, Carl in the passenger seat, and Carrie straddling with one leg on each side of the console, her short dress barely covering the pantied space between her open thighs.

I nervously started the engine and reached for the floor mounted four speed shift knob sliding it forward into first. As I shifted into second, I shuddered briefly as my hand automatically slid up the warm smooth skin of Carrie's inner thigh coming to rest against the thin strip of panty between her legs. The thrill was making my heart race even more as I tried to catch my breath while an erection was starting to grow. I stayed in that gear longer than necessary feeling the warmth of the panty. then up through the other gears and finally into high which also put my hand back pressed firmly between her legs. I left his hand there longer than necessary but eventually had to remove it.

As we drove, she leaned forward to better look out the windshield. I became aware of her left breasts pressing against my bare arm. I could feel the warmth of her breast and almost imagined I could feel the imprint of her nipple against my skin.

It's a fairly long drive through town to the park involving many stops and much gear shifting, each time the slide up her thigh to rest between her legs was thrilling.

After much excitement, we finally made it to the park. As we parked, concert goers, having also recently parked were streaming by the jeep on their way to the event although a few men stopped to watch as Carrie's long bare legs exited the vehicle and a flash of panty as she swung first one leg then the other out of the vehicle.

We joined the stream of people, me walking in back, hypnotized by Carrie's long legs and the hint of white panty visible with almost every step.

The park's concert area was kind of a natural bowl with a grassy hill forming a half circle around the stage. Concert goers entered near the stage and then found an unused spot on the grass. Though we had gotten an early start, the grassy hill was already rapidly filling with spectators. As we moved up through the crowded area, Carrie was drawing a lot of attention. Between her long bare legs, extremely short dress and her bra-less breasts swaying obviously behind the thin cloth, all eyes were on her. Many sitting or laying on the ground turned around to watch her continue up the slope, taking advantage of the low angle to take a peek up her dress at her panty covered bottom. Occasionally a gust of wind would lift her skirt giving everyone an even better view.

We finally found a suitable spot about halfway up the hill and sat down. Carrie sat cross legged, the hem of her short dress dipping down between her open thighs barely covering the panty covered space between her legs. Sitting next to her, I found I couldn't take my eyes off her and was trying not to openly stare while also trying to keep my breathing in check. She leaned forward, the front of her dress hanging open enough to allow a view inside of a good portion of her beautiful full breasts. Occasionally a small gust of wind would lift the front of her dress exposing her panties and causing the top of the dress to billow out enough tor a quick peek at her rounded breasts including her pointed nipples.

Seemingly the guys around us were spending as much time watching Carrie as they were watching the concert.

Sitting on the grass, even on a slope can get uncomfortable after a while. Eventually Carrie changed positions hugging her legs to her chest inadvertently exposing the thin strip of panty between her legs. One of the guys in front, turned around, briefly trying to start a conversation with Carrie although his eyes seemed to wander down to to the panty covered space between her legs. Carrie's disinterested responses caused him to turn back around although he continued to occasionally glance back at her. From my angle, I could see the dress bunched up between her thighs and stomach bringing the side of her panties into plain view. The back of the dress barely reached down to the ground.

As before, I couldn't take my eyes off those long bare legs and white panty.

During the last big break as the crew was setting up for the headliner band, Carrie decided to take a walk to the mall across the street. Many eyes watched her walk down the hill, past the stage and out of sight.

As the last band was preparing to start, I had become a bit concerned and decided to go check for her. As I approached the jeep, I caught sight of Carrie coming across the street carrying a shopping bag. As she approached, I realized she was wearing a different dress than before. The new dress was very similar, still extremely short, mildly low cut, with spaghetti straps. I was amazed that she found another dress as unbelievably short as the previous one. This dress, however, seemed to be made out of an even thinner cloth, pale yellow and with little ties down the front instead of buttons. The cloth was thin enough to almost be translucent. From certain angles, with the sun in back of her, it wasn't hard to make out the shape of those incredible breasts. The top few ties were left untied allowing the front sides to occasionally flap open offering tantalizing peeks of the bare breasts inside. Even where they were tied, a thin strip of skin was visible down to her waist. Even to the casual observer, the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra under the skimpy dress was excitingly obvious.

The over all look had a major effect on me making my pulse quicken and my breathing heavier. Seeing me, she asked where she could stash the shopping bag. When I suggested the luggage rack on top of the Jeep, she responded by stretching up to reach it, in the process causing the back of her dress to slide up. To my disbelief, and al; most causing a heart attack, instead of her panties, her beautiful bare bottom came into view. I stifled an audible gasp. Had I really seen what I thought I saw. Was she really not wearing panties under that extremely short dress or was it some kind of thong. The question for me was answered almost immediately as a gust of wind briefly raised the front of her dress momentarily exposing her cute little pubic triangle. For the second time in minutes, I gasped out loud, my heart nearly jumping out my chest. She had apparently dispensed with panties when she tried on the new dress. Carrie, seeing my reaction, asked if I was OK putting her arm around to steady me. After determining I was OK, we headed back to the concert.

My mind was racing after taking in what I had just seen. Although she seemed completely comfortable, I was shaken at the thought of her walking back up a hill full of people who were sitting on the ground and would be looking up at her as she passed by. Many of them had been noticeably excited when she walked by them hours ago, just getting a peek at her panties. Still she seemed innocently unconcerned. As before we entered near the stage and began the assent up the hill. I stayed back briefly just to take in the sight of her long bare legs starting up the hill, Earlier I had been treated to quick glimpses of white panty. Now as the silky cloth swirled around her glimpses of bare skin and a hint of her bare behind presented themselves. There was an air of innocent sexiness amplified by my knowledge that she was completely naked under the skimpy dress As we walked up the hill through the crowd, it seemed to me that every eye was on her. There was a group of people ahead of us who stopped, forcing us to stop briefly. I noticed an older man directly beside where Carrie was standing. he was lying back apparently waiting for the last band to start their set. With his mouth hanging open, and wide eyes, he was staring straight up at Carrie, no doubt taking in an incredible view up her dress. When they were finally able to move on, the man sat up and, with his eyes, continued to follow Carrie as she moved up the hill. We were forced to stop a few more times with others taking advantage of the view.

We finally made it to our spot where Uncle Carl sat waiting., We took our seats next to him. The last band had already begun their set. Carl asked me what took you so long. my mind and heart still racing, I seemed unable to do anything but mumble and glance down at Carrie who had resumed her earlier position, sitting cross legged, the front of her dress draped precariously between her open legs.

I found I was becoming obsessed sitting next to her. I was supposed to be watching the band playing but I just couldn't keep his eyes off the hem of her dress draped between her thighs. I got a tingle of excitement each time a breeze would ruffle the cloth threatening to make it fly up exposing the space beneath. Only once did it actually lift up enough do display her little pubic triangle. I looked around to see if a anyone else had also seen.

When I wasn't watching the space between her legs, I found himself mesmerized by the open front of her dress. She was leaning forward just enough and enough ties were untied to allow a spectacular view down her front with much of both full beautiful bare breasts visible and if a gust of wind happened to open the dress farther, even her incredible erect nipples would pop into view. I noticed a man standing next to the us pretending to move to the music but seemed mostly to be enjoying the view down the front of Carrie's dress.

I heard someone call my name and looked around to see my friend Jimmy standing beside me. With the loud music, it was hard to hear what he was saying but he was still trying to carry on a conversation. Looking up at him, I could tell he wasn't actually looking at me but at Carrie. From only a few feet away, he had the ideal position to look down the top of her partially open dress and must have been an amazing view. Looking in at her rounded mostly visible bare breasts swaying and jiggling as she moved to the music was definitely a captivating sight. I took a quick peek myself to take in what he was looking at. Those incredible breasts bouncing inside her open dress were making my heart pound in my chest. As we both watched wide eyed, her spaghetti strap closest to us started to slip off her shoulder and work it's way down her arm, exposing more and more of her bare breast. It stopped seemingly with the fabric hanging precariously from her erect nipple. With almost all of her beautiful left breast in plain view and still swaying and bobbing with the music, I caught a number of people staring. When the song ended she raised her hands to clap bringing the strap back up to her shoulder partially obscuring the view.

Again, seating on the grass can be uncomfortable. As she had done earlier, Carrie folded her legs in front and sat hugging her knees. The caused me to shudder with excitement. When she had done this earlier, much attention was paid to the thin strip of white panty running between her legs by the males in front of us. What would they be looking at now. From the side it was bare skin from where the dress was bunched up at her waist in front to where it draped lightly on the ground in back. My eyes following those long bare legs to where they turned into bare hips. was incredible.

I saw many people turning around to look. All day they had used excuses to look back at Carrie but now the view must have been unbelievable. There was an open space in front of me. Shaking, I moved down to retrieve an orange that I had intentionally let go. I had to see what they were seeing. The view from in front of Carrie was breathtaking. None of her dress below the waist was visible. She was essentially naked from the waist down. Only her two legs crossed at the ankle obscured the view between her thighs.

Not wanting to stare, I grabbed my orange and moved back up. The view from the side was still fantastic. I realized that with her dress bunched up in front and barely reaching down to the grass in back that she was actually siting with her bare bottom on the grass. For some reason, that thought excited me.

Shortly she resumed her position with her legs sticking out straight and the front of her short dress lying primly across her lap. Still I found it exciting that she was sitting with her bare bottom on the grass.

Then it happened, From out of nowhere, a little puppy showed up next to her. It shied away as she reached sideways to pet it. She kept reaching, it kept pulling away until she was actually lying on her side, her beautiful bare bottom in full view. I gasped loudly at the sight aware that I was not the only one to make an audible noise. The sight of her long bare legs leading to her incredible bare bottom with many thrilled onlookers was a picture that I would keep with me.

Soon she sat back up, apparently unaware of the show she had just provided. What little of the concert remained was uneventful. Soon we were getting ready to head home.

Still recovering from the knowledge that Carrie wasn't wearing panties under her short dress and the display she had unintentionally provided, I suddenly flashed back to the drive over, where in the act of shifting, I had inadvertently pressed his hand against the panty covered space between her thighs. I swallowed hard thinking ahead to the drive home.

As the concert ended and people began to leave, Carrie and Carl stood up first before I had gathered my things. From my sitting position, I glanced up at Carrie. my eyes followed her smooth slim legs up into her dress to her beautiful bare bottom and as she turned, her cute little pubic triangle, Realizing a similar sight was had by the many sitting people we had passed by on their way back up the hill stirred an unexpected excitement in me. Sitting there on the ground and looking up at Carrie was causing an unwanted erection.

As we walked back to the Jeep, I hung hung back slightly behind Carl and Carrie, Watching her long bare legs and picturing my hand sliding up her thighs as I shifted. This time Carrie got in on the driver's side with me holding the door for her. As she crawled across the driver's seat, I was treated to a close up view of her bare bottom. and as she positioned herself straddling the console, a quick glimpse of the inviting space between her legs.

Soon we were ready to go. Me, my heart pounding and nearly hyperventilating, prepared to move into first gear. As I grabbed the shifter, my hand was immediately pressed against the warm smooth skin of her inner thigh causing a shiver to run through me. I slid the shifter forward into first gear. "Here goes" I thought, taking a breath and holding it while moving the lever toward second gear and feeling my hand slide along her smooth thigh. It was almost like time slowed down as I felt my hand slowly glide along the smooth warm skin of her inner thigh. My heart was pounding as my hand slid closer and I could barely comprehend what was about to happen. At last, with a final tremor, my hand came to rest against soft warm pubic hair sending another shiver through my body and eliciting a small gasp. Though I was on the verge of a heart attach and a growing erection, Carrie seemed completely unaware of my hand resting on her bare pussy. Reluctantly I moved my hand shifting into third but still the memory of the sensation remained. Then into forth again pressing my hand into the bare area between her legs., The trip home seemed like a dream with each start and stop allowing me to innocently feel her most private place.

Part way home, glancing over, I noticed more of the front ties of Carrie's dress seemed to have come untied. The front was now open nearly to her waist. Her beautiful breasts were now nearly completely in view from the side.

Suddenly a deer jumped out in front of the Jeep causing me to slam on the braked. Reflexively, I put my hand out as Carrie was thrown forward. Catching her, I found my hand actually inside the front of her dress cupping one of her bare breasts. As we were fully stopped, I pressed her back into position and removed my hand from inside her dress. She acted as if nothing had happened but the feel of her warm full breast in my hand remained.

Thinking back on that day, I can't believe that in one day, my had was pressed against the panty between her legs, and then with no panty, and then her full warm breast. If I close my eyes, I can still feel all of those.