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I didn't know he was coming." I probed delicately for some gossip on him.

"First of all, Chester is not old. He's younger than your father. Why do you still call him that? The boys just call him Chester. And yes, he called your father a couple weeks ago. I guess he broke up with that woman he was with, the one he met in the Cayman's. Apparently they were living together and the end was quite dramatic. As if that was going to last," she said, putting her hands on her hips. She was so serious I almost laughed. "I don't know what he's thinking. The young ones are fine for a good time, but for heaven's sake don't move in with them!"

Now I did laugh. My mom, for all her properness, just advocated banging younger people for the fun of it. But some interesting info nonetheless...the tingling and wetness returned to between my legs.

"What's so funny? It's true." She threw up her hands. "I don't have time for this. Go stand the foyer." She acted strict but I know she was pleased with herself for being funny.

I grabbed a drink for the bar. My personal fav: whiskey and ginger ale. I had them make it weak. My parents would kill me if I got sloppy drunk, but I needed a buzz.

Standing in the foyer sipping my drink, I could hear low rumbles from my dad's study. Glass clinking, laughter. Uncle Chester and my dad were catching up.

Around five the guests started to trickle in, at six they were pouring in. By that time there were enough people that I didn't have to greet people anymore. I wandered into the party, wondering where Chester was. In my quest to find him, I encountered a half dozen people with whom I had to converse. "Oh Mrs. Dewell, your son traveled in Paris after college? No I didn't see him." Not to mention I work in Berlin. "Oh cousin Lenny, I'm so happy your retirement is going well." Even though you never actually appeared to work a day in your life.

As much as I bitch, it's a great party with great people and I'm happy to dress up and talk to people once a year like this. It will drive a woman to drink though.

I desperate need to a break so I got a whiskey from the bar and slipped into my dad's study. I closed the door. The quietness was heaven. I sat on the leather couch with my feet up on the coffee table, sipping the whiskey on ice. I sighed and let my head fall back against the couch.

I heard the door open and turned to see who it was. I assumed it was my father. It was Chester.

"Chester!" I exclaimed.

"Am I bothering you? It looks like you need a moment to relax," he said politely.

I sat up a bit and took my feet off the coffee table. I crossed my legs. "No, come in. I didn't mean to be so abrupt to you when I first ran into you. I was just surprised to see you. I'm glad you came." My heart was beating wildly; I took another sip of whiskey.

Uncle Chester laughed. "I didn't think anything of it. I was just giving you a hard time." He smiled and it was so attractive. "You can put your feet back up on the table. I know it's hard work to be a hostess and to stand in high heels." He sunk down into the couch next to me.

I grinned and returned my feet to the coffee table. It didn't escape me that he enjoyed watching me uncross my legs and stretch them out across the dark wood. I was getting horny. "Actually, if you don't think it's too rude, I might kick my shoes off for a minute."

"Whatever makes you feel good," he said. Fuuuuuuuck. My pussy throbbed. I pulled one knee up and ran my heeled foot down my calf, easing the shoe off. Same on the other side. I could feel his eyes on my legs, my knees, the edge of my skirt when I did that. I drained my glass.

"Fuck," I said, slowly. He looked at me, surprised and confused. I smiled at him. "I think I need another drink." I got up and headed towards my dad's desk, giving Uncle Chester a full view of my mostly naked back. The dress scooped from the shoulders almost to the crack of my ass, showing off my toned back. I heard him shift on the couch and wondered if he was getting a hard-on.

I bent over and opened a cabinet.

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