Seducing Uncle Frank
This is a story that happened some time ago, when I seduced my Uncle Frank. Uncle FrankUncle Frank was married to my mum’s sister. He was about 10 years older than Aunt May, and it was both their second marriages. Uncle Frank had an Italian father, French mother, three older sisters, loads of nephews and nieces, and had property in Kensington, the Algarve, and Telluride. You could say he was quite wealthy.They had met in the early 1970’s, and spent their wild and wonderful life traveling the world together. They had no children to worry about, as May couldn’t have any, and were only in England for a few months of the year. He was well educated, wore Savile Row fitted suits, Italian leather shoes, and just oozed charm, style and panache. Just think of a European David Niven. without the moustache, and you’ll get the picture.He was about 6′ 1″, slim and fit (an avid squash player and horse rider), had a full head of platinum grey hair, brown eyes, and well manicured hands. He and May were fabulous dance partners, and other couples would often stop just to watch them Waltz, Quickstep or even tango. He was the most perfect host, delighted all his guests with exquisite dinner parties, and would often regale us with stories of the Indian sub-continent, the far east, the Australian outback and the Canadian wilderness. Sunday lunches were always a must, and everyone wanted to be invited!All that came to an end however, when Aunt May passed away from Cancer. It was a quick and sudden end, and everyone was devastated, especially Uncle Frank. The next few months were turmoil for him, and the whole family were concerned for his well being. Things though got better for Uncle Frank, as time passed, and though he was still wonderful company, you could see that there was a darkness in his life now. An unknown, a huge void to fill. A shame really!My sister, bless her, asked me pay Uncle Frank a visit, as I was the one that lived closest. I phoned, and suggested a movie or perhaps dinner. Uncle Frank saw Escort Beşevler through my lame attempt to check up on him, but still agreed to my request. In fact, he suggested forgetting the movie, and instead visiting one of his favourite Italian restaurants just around the corner from Harrods. He even asked if I wanted to stay the night, so I wouldn’t have to worry about drinking and driving. Great idea!The evening was a fabulous success. Uncle Frank was in his element, and we both got sozzled on some wonderful vino. On our return home, we chatted some more, cured the world’s problems, had a few large Calvadoses, and I promptly feel asleep on his leather chesterfield.During the night, I had my customary pee, took a bottle of San Pellegrino from the fridge, and returned to the living room. Uncle Frank had left a light on, and my curiosity got the better of me. The room was full of wonderful paintings, persian carpets, antique furniture, a Zenith gramophone player, and a marble fire place.He had a huge mahogany desk on one side and shelves full of books on the other. Well, nearly all full of books, as I noticed a few videos visible on one shelf.On further investigation, I found that they were Uncle Franks porn collection, and not just any porn at that! Uncle Frank liked…..Tranny porn. There were a few of them too, and even more when you pulled one out to find others stashed away behind. Oh fuck, no wonder Frank and May had visited Thailand so many times. Images of them watching Lady boys sprung to mind, and a very naughty idea started to creep into my mind. A plan started to form.Uncle Frank didn’t know about my Velvet side. No one in the family did. I hadn’t confided in anyone, but somehow I just thought Uncle Frank would just adore Velvet. It was a terrible risk for me to take, and if he rejected me, and told others in the family, my life would be ruined, and I would be surely ostracised by most members of the family. Still, I had always been his Escort Çankaya “favorite” nephew, had confided in him before, regarding “girls”, and was willing to take the risk. One thing I remembered though, was that the morning after I stayed, when I went home, Uncle Frank had given me a very warm and sensitive hug goodbye. I had liked that!After a week or so of planning and tossing things over in my mind, I phoned Uncle Frank again, with the pretext of mentioning how much I had enjoyed the other evening, and was he up for another? “Of course I am” he told me, and asked if I was free the following Friday. Date and time was agreed, and pleasantries exchanged.I managed to get some time off work, and spent a day or so shopping for that Killer “little black dress”, new lingerie, and some cheap accessories to match. I also bought an ankle-length black chiffon negligee, to wear over the LBD, to create a really sexy look! As Velvet I’m 5′ 7″ in stockinged feet, a 14 (UK) top, 12 bottom, take a European size 39 shoe (yeah….jealous huh!), and can just about buy everything from your normal high street shop. Lucky me! A couple of days later, I got a call from Uncle Frank explaining that he may be a little late getting home on that Friday as he had to visit his solicitors across town in the afternoon. Would I like to arrive later, or take a “rain check” as our American friends say. I quickly replied that I was now having an Interview nearby to where he lived, and would it be possible for me to come a little earlier? Uncle Frank said he had the perfect solution, and he would leave a set of keys under the 3rd plant pot, so I could let myself in, and make myself at home. Fabulous! I could now go there by train, dress when I got there, and wouldn’t have to worry about parking. It helped my plan enormously.Come the appointed day, I had my usual long soak in the bath, shaved all the necessary bits, used half a tube of Veet, and made sure I was as smooth as silk. I spent Cebeci escort bayan hours ( yes…I did..honest!) deciding what to take, leave behind, what would be useful and what extras to bring. I packed an overnight bag, had a late lunch, and set off on my adventure to Uncle Frank’s.On arrival, my heart was beating like a drum, and my stomach was churning with a mixture of fear and apprehension. Was I nuts? Did I know what I was doing? I could stop now, and just go home before any damage was done.I headed for his drinks cabinet, downed a large brandy, and psyched myself up with “come on Velvet, just fuckin’ do it!”I found the spare bedroom, and Uncle Franks bathroom mirror (blimey Aunt May…brill!) and started the transformation from boy-me to Velvet. I just loveeeee the feeling of Cuban heeled fully fashioned stockings, with a gorgeous suspender belt, on freshly shaved smooth legs. Don’t you? (Oh fuck ,do ya know, I could almost make myself cum by just putting them on!) After that, I slipped on a tight thong, and over that a gorgeous pair of black lace knickers. Mmmm, yummy!My corset followed, which is always a nightmare to do up by yourself, but after “two falls and a submission” I managed to reach the desired level of tightness.Okay then, next was makeup time, the part I always love doing. Today I use Mac, which I just adore, but back then I used a variety of products such a Estee Lauder, Revlon and L’Oreal.I used a good concealer, followed by foundation, and powder to dry. I brushed it all in, and touched up any necessary blemishes. Three shades of eye shadow followed, to highlight my blue eyes, and well as black eyeliner, false lashes, and a bit of “da Vinci” work on my eyebrows. Strange, I was always crap at art at school, but somehow applying makeup didn’t phase me at all!My lips are always painted either pink or deep red, followed by a couple of layers of gloss. I chose red this time as I wanted to convey that “come n’ snog me look”. I love doing that “bow” thing on the top lip as well and have pretty much perfected it over the years.Blush was added, to give my cheeks that hollow look, and I returned to the bedroom to finishing dressing. My bra (36C) followed, stuffed with silicone breasts, to give me a good frame, and I always get a kick out of having titties to show.