I Give My Niece A Ride 2;A Day At The Beach

I had just merged onto the highway leaving the airport when I felt my cell start to vibrate. Hitting the gas I accelerated before signaling and switching to the center lane. Freeing my cell I managed to glance at the screen and saw that I had received a text message from my niece Jessica. I felt a smile come to my lips as well as a lower, baser reaction.

Dropping my phone in the empty seat next to me I continued driving towards home. It was the tail end of rush hour but thankfully there were no major delays this morning so I was able to make good time. Within the hour I’d left the highway and fifteen minutes later the Explorer was parked in my driveway.

Closing the front door I was struck by the stillness of the house. After walking to the kitchen I poured the final cup of coffee from the pot. While sipping the hot liquid I opened the message from my niece. Unlike many of the messages I’d received from her in the past two months this one was brief and to the point.

[Uncle Mark, am going to the beach today. U wanna come.]

I sat and stared at the words until the screen went blank and my coffee was cold. The hell with it I said to myself while standing. Quickly I went upstairs to my bedroom. I shook my head on seeing the bed neatly made and covered with the bedspread. This fact cemented the decision in my mind. Opening the closet I removed a small duffel bag and tossed it on the bed before opening my drawer and starting to remove some items.

Fifteen minutes later I was back on the highway and approaching the bridge. Once on the other side I kept my eyes open for the parkway sign and soon was speeding south. I raised the volume on the radio as London Calling blasted from the speakers and felt the air from the open windows rushing past my face. Being a Monday morning, traffic was light and with no distractions my mind drifted back to the previous week.

“It will only be for three days dear. Most people with my title aren’t even invited to attend so it’s important that I show up to prove that I deserve to be there” Diane had told me.

On the surface that statement had made sense. However then certain assumptions had to be accepted. One that it was necessary for my wife to keep clawing higher up the corporate ladder. Diane was already quite successful with her company and between our combined salaries we were far from hurting. Two that there were no other motivations involved. I knew for a fact that my wife’s supervisor was attracted to her. I had been at too many company parties not to notice the looks he would give her when he didn’t know he was being observed.

I believed Diane when she said he had never said or attempted anything inappropriate with her. Still his eyes didn’t lie plus the fact that he was such a workaholic that it had ended his marriage and now he was trying to push her to always work later and take on more responsibility. It was like he was trying to encourage her to be a female copy of himself.

I had made my points to her and she listened. Her face softened when I suggested we go for a weekend getaway or at the least stay Saturday night in a nearby hotel with her still going to the conference Monday.
Diane told me I was sweet but we would have to take a rain check because she would have to spend too much time preparing for the conference not even taking into account how long it would take her to plan her outfits. On that score I knew she was correct. It could take Diane hours to pick out an outfit with matching accessories. I resigned myself to the fact she would be going.

Then on Sunday night I attempted to get romantic with her but she had gently rebuffed me due to some work on her presentation needing to be finished. The fact that she wouldn’t be home until late Wednesday night didn’t come into her considerations. I had done something two months ago that I shouldn’t have but I had since avoided any further temptation despite constant offers and truth be told a desire on my part that I suspected might consume me. The fact that Diane had found time to make the bed but not mess it with me had triggered the floodgates to my repressed desires.


I pushed thoughts of marriage from my mind as well as the fact that who I was heading to meet was forbidden by society in general and that if any family had discovered what we were up to it would provoke World War III. Instead I remembered our morning of passion and her declaration of love for me as well as all the memories I had of Jessica from when she was a cute, little girl up to her morphing into a beautiful and sexy young woman. In my mind I knew we were wrong, myself more so than Jessica. She was blinded by love, forbidden love, but love nonetheless.

What was my excuse for flying down the parkway? Lust for her hot teen body for sure. Perhaps as turning forty approached I was vainly trying to recapture my lost youth. But I also loved her. For the first eighteen years of her life I loved her as a beloved, favorite niece. And now? Was I letting my little head think for me or had the hours of contemplation and a few long phone conversations with Jessica opened up a new possibility. That I loved her as I always had but with an added dimension of loving her as a woman with all that entailed. I wasn’t sure but I hoped to discover the answers today.

It was turning out to be a beautiful day weather wise. There were only a few clouds in the sky and they were fluffy and white and looked like cotton candy. The temperature was in the eighties and it was now early afternoon as I drove across the bridge over Barnegat Bay. There was parking in a public parking lot just off the ramp. I then got into the back seat and fished into my bag. Since this was a Diane free day I decided to go full bore. I lit up the joint and took a big hit. This was one of my habits she didn’t approve of and consequently I rarely partook since we had met. Every now and then when I got together with old friends I would fall off the wagon. A little over a week ago I had met up with an old crony and he had left me with a parting gift of some. After smoking half the joint I put it out in the ashtray, put on my sunglasses and climbed from the vehicle.


I started walking the three blocks to the boardwalk enjoying the summer day. The block before the boardwalk I passed a water park where I enjoyed the sight of many women of all types in their swimwear but none I felt could hold a candle to her. Feeling like some liquid refreshment I sauntered into the first boardwalk bar I encountered. I ordered a beer from the barkeep and drank it down at the bar before ordering another. With this one I sat at a table and took out my phone and texted Jessica.


[Hey Jess are you at the beach now?]

I continued to drink my beer but I received her reply before I could finish.

[Of course I am. Wait a sec.]

As I finished my beer I got another message with an attachment. I opened it and there was a picture of Jessica on the beach in a blue bikini with the amusement pier in the background. I had to laugh as I could see the pier from my seat in the bar.

[You look great. Do you want to meet up?]

[Of course. Where r u?]

[I’m sitting in Jimbo’s Bar and Grille on the boardwalk.]

[No way]

[I’m here so why don’t you come meet me on the boardwalk.]

I put my phone away and handed the bartender a five as I left the bar. Finding an empty bench facing the boardwalk I sat down to wait. The boardwalk was hopping with a diverse mix of people, everybody from extended families spanning generations to young couples with babies as well as groups of boys trying to look hard and teenaged girls giggling as they checked out the boys. The various sounds created a cacophony of blended noise. The screaming gulls competed with the electronic devices in the nearby arcades while the babble of the multitudinous crowds battled with the pitchmen from the various attractions.

While soaking up the sights and sounds I kept a watchful vigil to my right. I spotted her as soon as she climbed the ramp onto the boardwalk. She was wearing the bright blue bikini and flip flops and her brown hair was free and cascading past her shoulders. A pair of large sunglasses completed her outfit and she clutched a tiny purse. Standing up I started to head in her direction when she saw me. Jessica broke into a run and launched herself into my body, her toned, little arms encircling my waist.

We hugged for a minute and I took in her scent which was a combination of perfume, sunscreen lotion, surf and her own unique fragrance. When she relaxed her hold I leaned down and gave her a fast kiss on her sweet lips. Jess took a step back and gave me a quick once over before shaking her head disapprovingly.

“Uncle Mark you are so not dressed for the beach you know” she said taking in my outfit of black jeans, motorcycle boots and a plain white t-shirt. I smiled at her and shrugged my shoulders.

“Well do you want me to drive home to change?” I asked innocently.

“You’re dead if you try to leave” she said in apparent seriousness “so what are our plans for the day?”

“I’d like you to do a favor for me to start if that’s okay.”

“Does this favor require removal of clothing Uncle Mark?”

“Not for this. I’d like you to move my 4×4 from where it’s parked. I’m already drinking and I don’t want any problems.”

“Ok but you owe me then and I intend to collect.”

I took Jess by the elbow and guided her across the boardwalk and down the ramp to the street. As we walked she seemed to have limitless energy, walking ahead of me or bouncing in place when we waited to cross a busy street. I admired the view of her as we traveled, taking in her long legs and firm, round butt. Her bikini didn’t cover much of her tanned flesh and I noticed more than one man checking her out.

When we reached the lot I unlocked the doors and climbed into the passenger seat while Jessica got behind the wheel. She wrinkled her snub nose at the smell and opened all the windows from the door controls.

“I see you’ve been doing more than drinking Uncle Mark. What I want to know is do you have any more?”

“Why do you ask kid?” I answered.

“Duh, maybe I might want some. And don’t give me any look. You’re one to talk and I’ve heard stories about my parents as well so don’t bother. Now where am I driving to?”

Sheepishly I indicated for her to drive toward the boardwalk. A block and a half from the boardwalk I saw what I had been looking for – a small motel with a pool and a vacancy sign.

“Make a left here” I instructed Jessica. She noticed the sign and smiled as she pulled into the parking lot.

“Are we staying here tonight?” she asked with a note of uncertainty in her voice. When I nodded yes Jess breathed a sigh of relief.

“Wait here, you aren’t dressed for the office” I told her as I got out.

I went in the office to rent a room and was assisted by a gentleman from India. I had to tell him who was staying and produce i.d. as well as a credit card. I borrowed Jessica’s license to show him and then he showed me the room which was located on the second floor. It was a standard shore motel room with two double beds, a TV, a tiny fridge and a round table with two chairs. He then gave me a sign to hang from my rear view and told me I could park in any open space in the lot before handing me two keys and departing. When I went to the 4×4 Jessica insisted on seeing the room. After we stepped inside she closed then locked the door.

“Uncle Mark, now that I have you where I want you I demand that you take ALL your clothes off” my teen niece said with a gleam in her eye.

There was no point in me acting coy or reluctant.