Sherry Goes Bowling with her Uncle: Strikes!

Sherry’s Uncle Takes Her Bowling and she learns all about Balls and “Getting Off”

My uncle was a whole lot of fun. I was almost 18 and a frisky pretty thing: nice boobs, a slender figure, I kept my blondish hair trimmed short and whenever he visited we would do our little wrestling and tickling game. Then he would have a few beers, lounge around and talk with my parents. He was a nice looking older man and deep inside I wondered what it would be like to “be” with an older, more mature man…so I had my little girl fantasies but I wasn’t all that little any more. Besides, he was my uncle but the only handsome older man in my life…I loved his hands on me even if we were playing.

I would stand in front of my mirror in the bathroom after a shower and comb my hair, standing naked in front of the mirror, admiring my feminine curves and the blond curly hair where my legs joined…In the shower I would pay special attention there, soaping myself to be as clean as possible and, in the process, sending me little thrills. I hadn’t had sex with anyone. I was, I said to myself, a prude and would save myself for the right person sometime many years in the future. Also, my parents were very protective and I was afraid of them even seeing me admiring myself after a shower but I did so anyway.

One day Uncle asked me: “Sherry, would you like to go bowling?” I had been bowling with my school chums and we had fun…going bowling with my Uncle sounded like something new, that would be fun…I was a little embarrassed…I’d never been anywhere, just my uncle and me…but I nodded and thought it would be fun…just to be out with an older man and me a sweet pubescent thing…I thought about what I would wear.

So we made a date for the following week…I had all kinds of thoughts of how it would be…just the two of us…on an outing and the others in the alley would see us…the pretty woman and the older man. It made me feel all grown up…I had to decide what to wear…something pretty and fresh and new…but what? I thought about it all week…I thought about it after my shower and thought about it when I was in bed at night and in the morning when I woke up…I wanted to be someone my uncle could show off.

It was Saturday morning…I lay in bed…thinking of our special day at the bowling alley…cuddling with my pillow…it was all silly I knew…just my uncle and me but I shivered under the covers…I was going out and people would look at us and wonder…you know how people wonder and get ideas…so I would play my part.

It wasn’t until noon when we would have our outing…I took my shower, admired myself in the mirror…my nipples got erect and stiff…I didn’t know why and I felt a tingling down there…again not knowing why but a definite tingling and squeezed my legs and felt it again! I went to my closet and picked out a pretty dress…put on my skimpiest panties, then the dress over my head. I was feeling grown up.

“Hi, Sweetie,” he said at the door…grabbing me as he always did and tickling me and hugging…I hugged him back. “Don’t you look nice,” he said. “You will be the prettiest girl at the bowling alley for sure.” My nipples got hard and I felt that tingling again.

“’Bye Mom. ‘Bye Dad,” I said and uncle and I were off to his car…He had a nice car with seats that went across… not the bucket seats…He opened the door and I got in, my dress being blown by the wind as I entered and I thought he had seen under my dress and seen my panties with the wind blowing up my dress. He closed the door and got in on his side.

“Well here we go. I’ve been looking forward to taking my pretty niece on an outing and bowling seemed like just the thing,” he said. I smiled and wondered again if he had seen my skimpy panties. We drove to the alley. On the way he asked me about school and boyfriends: “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked. “Kind of.” “Well tell me about him,” he said. I was blushing but my uncle wanted to know: “He says I’m pretty and sometimes he wants to kiss me,” I said. “Well,” said Uncle, “do you let him kiss you?” I was getting a little nervous. Letting a boy kissing her was private stuff but she was with her uncle and she relaxed and said: “Yes!” Just that reply was causing strange feelings in me. I started breathing more and my nipples brushed on the fabric of my dress…it tingled in a different way. “That’s a natural thing to want to kiss a pretty girl,” my uncle said, “and you are a very pretty girl, Sherry.” My face was getting hot and flush. I could just feel it…but now we drove up to the bowling alley…thank goodness, I thought. I didn’t want to talk about boyfriends and kissing any more…just go bowling with my Uncle, the nice older man who loved to hold, tickle and play with me every time he visited. I looked forward to his visits and now we had an outing.

The alley didn’t have many people in it and we selected our bowling balls and began rolling them down the lanes. I would learn a lot about balls later on. Uncle put me in charge of scoring and he would lean over my shoulder to check the scores. I didn’t think he could inside my dress but I wasn’t sure. I felt my nipples get hard every time he checked the score. I was doing pretty well. Uncle left for a few minutes and returned, putting a bottle of beer in front of me. I was surprised but started to drink the cool beer…it began to relax me in a strange way…release the tensions of the ride to the alley and the talk of kissing. I was feeling very grown up. I began to think of that boy kissing her, on the lips, sticking his tongue in my mouth…and I licked his tongue. I hadn’t told Uncle about that. It was their secret. The beer sure was good and as I drank it I felt the fluids traveling from my mouth lips to my nice little cunt lips. I knew it was a bad word and just thinking the word made me tingle.