Courtney: Rich Man’s Teen Niece

JackassTales…Tale # 49…Readers; this is just a short fanciful tale of forbidden lust and love told with minimal dialog. The characters are a wealthy man of fifty and his nineteen year old niece. This is the shortest story I’ve ever posted on the stories site. Hopefully, it’s not too short for you.

Courtney: Rich Man’s Teen Niece

The Tower Organization’s Boeing Business Jet made a super smooth touchdown at New York’s JFK Airport. One of my stewardesses unlatched the airtight hatch and swung the door open. I exited the aircraft and raced down the mobile staircase with the ease and vigor of a man half the age of my fifty years. My Cadillac limousine pulled up and the driver jumped out then opened the rear door. “Welcome home, Mr. Tower,” he said with genuine enthusiasm.

On the way into the city I made several business calls and received one personal one. If ever there was a woman who knew how to spend my money, it was that spoiled sister of mine, Maggie. “Danial, I’m in a hurry,” she said. “I’ve been invited to the Ascot races so I’m taking one of your Gulfstreams and flying over to London today. I’ve dropped Courtney off at your penthouse apartment. She’s nineteen now and wants to check out Columbia University. Will you make sure she gets in?”

Maggie must have been in a hurry for sure because without awaiting an answer, she hung up. Knowing my sister, the woman probably took it for granted that I would do whatever it took to help my sweet niece. If so, then the assumption was absolutely correct. Courtney was indeed a sweetheart of a teen girl and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to help her.

As for making sure the girl gets into Columbia University, well she would not need my help with that. Courtney was one of the smartest kids I had ever known. Her 4.0 grade point average was only the tip of the iceberg. I don’t believe the child had ever had a grade below an ‘A’ in any class she had ever had. Besides her grades, this teenager had an impressive array of extracurricular activities and honors to add to her notable resume of accomplishments.

Carl, my chauffeur, pulled the limo to a stop in front of the main entrance to Vista Tower. At 100 stories this towering structure was the flagship hotel in the worldwide chain of luxury accommodations owned by The Tower Organization. Along with other business interests and investments, these hotels placed my net worth at well over the billionaire mark. I guarded this information carefully. Although I meet their eligibility requirements, a reader to Forbes Magazine’s annual list of the 400 wealthiest Americans would not find my name on it. There were too many evil-minded people out there who preyed on the rich. I valued privacy and security more than I did fame and notoriety.

A high speed elevator swiftly sped me up to my 98th, 99th, and 100th floor penthouse residence. No other apartment shared those floors with my ten bedroom luxury suite. I stepped into the lobby, entered the three storied living room, and gazed out a bank of towering windows at the finest residential view of Central Park found anywhere in New York City.

Remembering my unexpected guest, I headed out on an expedition in search for her. Courtney was a young lady who had only visited here for short stays and she had never stayed all night. A girl could get lost wandering around in spacious, multi-roomed, unfamiliar surroundings.

Finding the door to a bedroom suite open, I entered but found no occupant. I was actually anxious to see my sweet young niece again. She was a good girl who loved me for the nice old uncle I was. Courtney knew I was wealthy, but unlike her mother, she neither asked for nor expected any special financial favors from me. This daughter of my sister held a special place of endearment in my heart.

Hearing a noise coming from the bathroom, I headed for the slightly opened door and lifted my hand to knock. My hand stopped just before my knuckles touched the door. What was that sound and why did it have such a familiar tone to it? If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I was hearing the husky purrs a woman makes when she is masturbating!

The more I listened, the more convinced I was that I was indeed hearing masturbatory purring. And, so what if I was! My niece was a lady of nineteen years in age so she was plenty old enough for sexual desires. I had no hard evidence to back this up, but if I were to guess, I’d say most girls masturbate. Most certainly, all guys do, including me!

Smiling with the knowledge that my young niece had finally reached an age of sexual maturity, I turned away with every intention of leaving the room and allowing the girl to finish her self-gratification in peace. Impulsively, I decided to push the bathroom door open an inch or two and get myself a quick peek of masturbating female flesh.

Oh god, did I get more than a peek; I got an eyeful of feminine flesh doing more than I expected! Standing in front of a floor to ceiling length mirror was my unclothed niece. The nude girl’s fresh-from-the-shower body gleamed with the glow of a porcelain doll in the bathroom’s florescent illumination. The measurement from the tips of the barefooted girl’s unpainted toes to the top of her long, straight, tied back blond hair was probably about 5 feet 8 inches. The most prominent features I saw from my rear-view vantage point were a pair of slender sexy legs topped by a shapely rounded ass. Luckily for me, the tall mirror provided a front-view image for my visual inspection as well. Here a pair of tantalizing tits adorned an unblemished, hourglass-shaped body.