Skylar’s Game by Tempest Tree

Aldult erotic stories: Skylar’s Game by Tempest Tree,

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age or older.

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“No….please! Stop…!” Skylar pleaded softly through irregular, heavy breaths. The stimulation occurring underneath her skirt was more intense that anything she had felt before. She felt weak and her legs began to quiver gently as his rough tongue and chapped lips continued to lick and kiss at the soft cloth fibers overlying her pussy. “I can’t handle much more…! You’re going…going…to make me…me…!” Skylar let out an audible moan, involuntarily arching her back and raising her hips high into the air. His lips and tongue followed her movements and did not let up pressure on her most sensitive erogenous area. But it was too late. She buried her face into her pillow, stifling a euphoric scream as her pelvic floor muscles clenched down tight and her vaginal walls contracted, releasing a flood of ejaculatory fluid, and signaling the onset of a powerful orgasm.

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Earlier that evening…

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“Aw, Mom! Do I have to?” pleaded Skylar. “Yes, dear. Your father and I told you last week we were planning a date night tonight and would need to you watch after your uncle while we are out. You know he can’t be left alone” her mother replied as she continued applying her eye shadow in the mirror. Skylar knew that what her mother was saying was true, however she still made it a point to show her displeasure at having to play babysitter for the evening. She had finished her college homework early and had looked forward to an uninterrupted night of intense internet gaming…plans that she would have to alter somewhat as she would now be required to periodically check in on her uncle who occupied the bedroom across the hall from hers.

A sad story really…her Uncle Sam had suffered a traumatic brain injury as a teenager due to a car accident which left him moderately mentally impaired and dependent on his family for everyday care. He was still able to walk and had no problems moving about, but he required some assistance in basic activities of independent living, such as clothing himself, bathing, eating, and so forth. Therefore, he was not competent enough to maintain a job, much less live by himself. So, he had lived with Skylar’s family ever since her grandparents were no longer able to care for his needs.

Uncle Sam was not one to communicate verbally very often, saving his words for moments of particular excitement. He was known for his occasional exclamations of approval, but for the most part he kept to himself. Aside from brief interactions with his family – consisting of Skylar, her parents, and her own self – Samuel preferred the silence. Unfortunately, his health was not in the best condition, requiring frequent trips to the doctor due to his high blood pressure and weight issues. As he aged, his sedentary lifestyle caused him to gain quite a bit of weight, classifying him as mildly obese. Additionally, his odd sleeping patterns and tendency to sleepwalk meant that he needed someone to keep an eye on him, lest he hurt himself while wandering in his unconscious state.

For most of Skylar’s life, she saw Uncle Sam as a simple, older brother figure. After all, he was family. However, as she matured and developed physically, she couldn’t help but notice some concerning behaviors from her uncle. One night, as she was half-dressed and grabbing a snack from the fridge, she thought she heard the click of a camera behind her (See Visual Stimulation #1). When she turned to investigate, she saw Uncle Sam sleepwalking towards her. She quickly brushed off her suspicions and returned him to bed. But while helping him settle back in, she felt his hand brush against her inner thigh, squeezing it briefly before he drifted back into a deep sleep. The moment happened so quickly that Skylar couldn’t be sure if it was intentional or not.

Skylar had been feeling uneasy around her uncle ever since she first heard a camera shutter noise while she was walking into her bedroom. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but the sound had become more frequent in recent days. She began paying more attention to her uncle’s actions, noticing him taking pictures of random objects around the house with the old smartphone her parents had given him. However, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was taking pictures of her without her consent. This suspicion grew stronger when she heard the noise again and turned to find her uncle’s bedroom door closed. Even though she didn’t have solid proof of any wrongdoing, she became more guarded around her uncle.

Skylar’s mother noticed her daughter’s distant demeanor and asked if something was wrong. Skylar quickly brushed it off as school preparations, but her father, who was getting ready in the walk-in closet, sensed something was off. However, Skylar’s excitement for a quick run before her parents left for the day brightened up the mood in the room.

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Skylar rounded the corner of the neighborhood and sprinted across the threshold of her driveway, breathing heavily and with sweat pouring off her face. She looked at her watch and noted the time and her recorded heartrate. She had run track during high school, and although she was offered a scholarship and could have continued the sport during college, she wanted to focus on her studies, as her grades were her priority. However, this did not stop her from staying in tip-top shape. She could not deny that the benefits of an athletic physique were a major motivation. While not considered tall by most objective standards, her toned and athletic frame highlighted certain aspects of her body more than most. Particularly her slim waist, taut abs, firm yet supple ass, and hypnotically long legs. She felt her bust was not excessive, but better than most girls her size, and certainly impressive given her intense physical conditioning. She was used to getting prolonged looks from the guys in her class, as well as the occasional married man she passed on the sidewalk.

Looking up from her watch and content with her performance, Skylar paced around the driveway a few more times allowing her breathing to calm, before entering through the front door of the house. Once inside, she removed her running shoes and grabbed a towel she had strategically placed inside the front door and dabbed at her face as she headed towards the bathroom down the hall from her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she started the shower and removed her sweaty socks, running shorts, and sports bra. She took a moment to admire her glistening body in the mirror before stepping in the shower.

Once finished, Skylar stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, blew dry her hair until it regained its naturally straight form, then added a small amount of mascara and lip gloss. She may not have any major plans tonight, but she still took pride in her appearance. Stepping out of the bathroom into the hallway, she turned towards her bedroom and could not help but notice the door to her uncle’s bedroom shut just as she walked out. She double-checked her towel to ensure nothing sensitive was showing, then proceeded down the hallway and entered her room, ensuring the door closed completely behind her.

Allowing the towel to drop to the floor, Skylar again took a moment to appreciate her trim figure in the full-length mirror across from her bed. Her eyes carefully studied her every curve, from her narrow shoulders upon which her luscious locks of hair laid before plummeting down to the middle of her back. Her perfect breasts, for which she had no complaints, sure that they would please anyone that had the good fortune to play with them. Her firm stomach, strong from many hours of core exercises in the gym, with the faint outline of her abs just visible. Her plump ass, tirelessly achieved from her numerous box-jump and squat drills.

Skylar ran her hands down her smooth, deceptively long legs as she lusted over her favorite part of her anatomy. Above all else, she took immense pride in her legs. Toned from hundreds of miles run over the years, she kept them well-groomed and shaved at least three times a week. She made sure to highlight them in her outfits when she could, as she favored short-shorts and miniskirts when the weather permitted. Running her hands back up towards her abdomen, she marveled at her smooth pubic mound and petite pussy lips, likewise groomed weekly. While she was still a virgin, she was no stranger to the pleasures that area provided, as she had developed a habit of masturbating often. Nothing extreme, for she did not own any toys, she made do with massaging her clit and labia using only her velvety fingers. She would occasionally massage the area with a soft stuffed animal she had kept since a child. This was usually sufficient, as she often did not even have to remove her panties to achieve an orgasm, as her pussy always remained extra sensitive. She was not sure why this was so, but Skylar certainly had no complaints.

Snapped back to reality by a knock at the door, Skylar panicked for a second and looked for a way to conceal herself before realizing that the door remained closed. Still being cautious, she reached for her towel and covered herself before replying, “Yes?” Hearing her mother’s voice, Skylar listened. “Just to let you know, honey. Your dad and I will be leaving in the next five minutes.” “Ok. Just give me a second to get dressed and I’ll see you two off before you go.”, she responded.

Going over to her dresser, Skylar rummaged through the top drawer amongst the pile of delicate undergarments. She could not help but feel like there were less and less in the drawer every time she opened it, despite her having just done laundry. Blocking the thought from her mind, she picked out a sleek black thong and slipped it around her ankles before sliding it up her smooth legs and adjusting the straps around her waist so that the fabric sat flawlessly on her mound and delicately caressed her pussy lips. Skylar had always found the feel of thongs mildly uncomfortable between her ass cheeks but wrote it off as a necessary grievance in order to maintain a stunning behind. Not that anyone would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse today, Skylar always liked the idea of her carnal slit being only one thin piece of soft fabric away from the outside world. She often fantasized how easy it would be for her future lover to penetrate her whilst she wore nothing more than a skirt and thong. The thought made her cheeks flush with warmth as she turned her attention back to the task at hand.