It was in fact the feel of warm soft fingers inside the front of my boxer shorts. The fingers began gently wanking my shaft. Pulling my foreskin slowl... back and forth. My mind delved even further into turmoil. Here I was so hung up on Liz and with this picture perfect beauty making sexual advances on me.I turned around to face Charlotte. In turn she turned on the bedside lamp. She lay back facing me, closed her eyes and gently brought her lips to mine and caressed them, before slowly pulling. It was a Saturday evening around 10pm and I was sitting on the sofa, watching a film on the telly. My young niece, who was staying for the weekend, was asleep beside me. My wife had gone out for the evening with a friend, which was fine with me, as I loved spending time alone with my young niece and my wife was aware of this, so didn’t feel guilty about leaving us alone together.My niece had had a shower earlier and was wearing a little cotton night gown, I had also showered and was in just my. ” Whoever he was, this guy seemed nice enough. At least he was the first person to take the trouble of talking to her since she had arrived. “I’m Sarah, by-the-way.” She held out her hand to him.His large hand engulfed her small one as he shook it, “Nice to meet you, Sarah. I’m James. I’m here with some friends, but like yours, mine seem to have taken off.” He seemed to hold onto her hand longer than was absolutely necessary before releasing it. “Tell you what, why don’t I see if I can find. Clearly both she and her mother were blissfully unaware! The mother gazing out at the admittedly pleasant spring bedecked passing countryside.I sprawled back in the seat by the window and thought nothing more about it until glancing round I noticed the girl surreptitiously looking down at my shorts and realised that the way that I was sitting (and never wearing pants) she was looking at the gap between my shorts and my thigh and was either actually seeing or trying to see my cock. I tried to.