After school on Friday, it began to rain heavily that evening.
Tangtang watched the rain outside the classroom and felt a faint discomfort in her stomach.
It was pouring, and without an umbrella, the temperature had dropped.
The man, seeing the downpour, worried that Tangtang hadn't brought an umbrella, wanted to pick her up early, but unfortunately, he was delayed by an important meeting.
When they arrived at school, it was already over.
Tangtang braved the crowds and ran to the school gate, waiting for her uncle.
Seeing the car approaching, she trotted to the door.
The inner door quickly opened, and Tangtang, backpack on her back, got in.
Just as she was about to step over her uncle to sit in her seat, she was lifted up and knelt on the man's strong thighs.
Tangtang's heart pounded as she looked at her uncle in confusion. She could clearly feel the warm, strong man's thigh beneath her little butt. The car was so cramped, and the two of them were so close together that they could see every inch of the man's perfectly maintained, smooth, handsome face and smell his pleasant scent.
"Uncle?"
The little girl's hair was soaked, strands clinging to her pretty face, still wet from the rain.
Her school uniform jacket and skirt were also soaked.
"Don't move, uncle will wipe it for you."
The man took off Tangtang's backpack and, with the large towel in the car, began to wipe her hair.
His gentle palm caressed her soft hair, and the man's hot breath lingered on her head. Her little head was so close it almost touched her uncle's chest.
Tangtang sweetly enjoyed the tenderness her uncle offered her.
After wiping her hair, the big hands began to unbutton Tangtang's school uniform jacket. Tangtang blushed as she looked at her uncle.
"Your jacket is wet. Take it off first," the man, who could be a girl's father, explained in a low voice, looking at the cute and shy girl. She shyly let her uncle take off her coat, leaving her white shirt slightly damp.
A large hand caressed her small body through the shirt.
"Is it wet inside?"
The feeling of the warm hand roaming over her was incredibly embarrassing.
Tangtang huddled up and shook her head.
"It's not wet inside," she said softly.
The large hand caressed her exposed, slender legs again. She felt a chill and the wetness of rain.
The moment it touched her, her legs trembled with sensitivity.
"Are your legs so cold? Uncle, wipe them for you," the man said in a low, hoarse voice.
With a little pressure, he pressed the girl's buttocks against the man's abdomen.
This brought Tangtang even closer to the man. Her small, tender hands instinctively rested on the man's broad shoulders, and she bit her lips as she stared at her uncle. A middle-aged man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, his hair neatly combed and his face clean-shaven, was caressing the girl's smooth calves, wiping away the water droplets.
The man's scent was overwhelming, and Tangtang's face, radiating heat from his body, felt hot.
The spot where her little butt sat was incredibly sensitive: right where the man was. The sensation beneath her felt like a large, bulging mass of flesh, a completely different feeling from the touch of her thighs.
Tangtang's warm, sweet breath began to stir; it was too intimate.
The large hand tingled and itched everywhere, and Tangtang couldn't help but gently twist her little butt.
Gradually, she felt a hard object prodding her delicate spot.
Hmm, a low, charming moan escaped her lips.
Hmm, her little face flushed.
Uncle, it's hard.
Although she was still young and had never had any contact with a man, the thing sitting under her little butt was that man's thing. It was so hard, poking at her private parts, that even the most clueless of her, despite having taken physiology classes, knew what it was.
Tangtang shut her mouth and looked at her uncle.
His uncle looked at her intently, and her heartbeat quickened. She shyly stepped off his lap and sat to the side, keeping a distance from the man.
She didn't forget to whisper a polite, "Thank you, uncle."
Chapter 5: Uncle Goes Down a Little
Back home, they got out of the car. Tangtang ran ahead, her heart still pounding.
She quickly ran to the bedroom, biting her lip as she savored the sensation. After a long moment of calm, she got up, showered, and changed into clean clothes.
When she emerged from the shower, she saw blood dripping from her thigh and realized her good friend had arrived.
She didn't know if it was from the rain, but her whole body was still cold, but her face was burning, and her lower abdomen was aching. It was time for dinner, but Tangtang still hadn't emerged from her room.
Tangtang's aunt wasn't home; the servant said Director Zhou was in a meeting today and wouldn't be back until later.
My uncle went to Tangtang's door and knocked.
No one answered.
"Tangtang?" Still no movement.
My uncle unlocked the door and entered the room, only to see the tiny figure lying on the bed.
"Going to bed so early without eating? Is she feeling unwell?"
Approaching the bed, he saw the tiny figure curled up, half her back exposed, her face buried in the quilt.
"Tangtang, are you feeling unwell?"
The man touched her thin shoulders and lowered his head to ask.
Tangtang turned drowsily, her little hands still clutching her stomach. She opened her hazy eyes and saw it was her uncle.
She couldn't help but act coquettishly, her voice soft and gentle:
"Uncle, my stomach hurts."
"Where does it hurt?" His large hand slid down her thin shoulders, sliding through her clothes to her flat stomach. The large hand, warm and soft, rested on the small one. The small hand took the large hand and reached inside her clothes to caress her cool, tender belly.
"It hurts here," Yingying's large eyes, misty and watery, gazed at the tall elder tenderly.
The small belly in her palm was incredibly soft and tender, so small and soft that a man's large hand could cover it.
"Why does your stomach hurt?" her uncle's voice was hoarse and incredibly gentle.
"A good friend is here," the soft little voice said unabashedly to her uncle, who was supposed to avoid suspicion, even though he was an elder.
Hearing Tangtang's words, her uncle's eyes darkened even further.
No wonder she looked so uncomfortable, her little face completely devoid of spirit.
"Does it hurt a lot? Let me rub it for you." The large hand, with its scorching heat, gently rubbed her belly without any obstruction.
"It hurts a little... Thank you, uncle." Her eyes closed again, her small hand tightly clasping the large hand as it kneaded her belly.
This time, the flow was heavy, and she had caught a cold, so the pain was worse than ever. The discomfort spread all the way down to her belly.
My uncle's large hands were so large, warm, and comforting. With his gentle rubbing, the discomfort felt much less severe.
Tangtang closed her eyes, enjoying the man's caress.
"Hmm~, uncle, go a little lower," the little girl said unconsciously, feeling the rubbed comfortably.
The little hand covered the big one, guiding it downwards.
Further down, the girl's intimate area reached her crotch.
The big hand was guided into the girl's pajamas, even reaching inside her underwear.
The man watched Tangtang, who closed her eyes, focused solely on relieving the pain, oblivious to the pain. His throat rolled a few times, then he lay on his side on the bed, half-ensuring the delicate little girl in his arms.
The big hand gently rubbed her belly, gently but firmly, from her belly down to the lower part of her narrow belly, tucked into her underwear. The belly was so small that a few rubs of his large hand easily reached her panties, touching her lower body several times. Several times, the area below, where hair should be, was completely smooth.
On the large pink and white bed, a tall, fully clothed man lay sideways, holding the small figure with his quilt loosely, her eyes closed and a look of pain on her face.
Under the pink quilt, the uncle's large hand rubbed the tender little girl's belly.
He truly caressed the girl's delicate body, and several times, he nearly touched her most private parts. The man's palm grew hotter, and as he looked at the girl's cute face, his desire grew stronger.
"Tangtang, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"Yes, uncle, rub it," the girl said softly, feeling the warmth of his large hand comforting her.
Chapter 6: Tangtang, Uncle Wants to Fuck You
Already tired after a day of school, and now feeling unwell, Tangtang quickly fell asleep in the man's generous embrace, his large, hot hand kneading her lower abdomen. The uncle looked at Tangtang's sleeping face, his large hands still caressing her. The young girl's body was delicate and tender, fragrant and soft in his arms.
Unable to resist, his large hands moved down an inch, touching the smooth triangle area, his fingertips brushing against the bulging, fleshy mons pubis.
"Tangtang, you're 17, and you haven't grown hair yet?"
The man whispered in the girl's ear in a husky voice. But the girl was asleep, and if she had heard, she would have blushed. This was not the words of an elder.
After staying in Tangtang's room for a long time, the uncle finally got up and left.
The servants had already been sent back.
The man went to the bathroom to wash his hands. In the toilet bowl lay a large roll of blood-stained toilet paper, all from the young girl's vagina.
His cock suddenly became erect. A large, hard lump was confined in his pants.
The girl was sweet and fragrant, with a pretty face and a soft little mouth. I was just about to touch her little pussy, which must be even softer and more tender.
Tangtang, uncle wants to fuck you.
On Saturday morning, Tangtang slept well and felt much better.
The weather had cleared up, and the sun was out.
On weekends at home, her aunt usually cleaned up the room, took a nap, or took her out for dinner with friends.
Her uncle usually watched the news or read in the study.
Last night, her aunt had a late meeting. She woke up this morning, saw Tangtang, had breakfast, and was now taking a nap.
The little girl was tinkering with her new coffee maker in the kitchen, wanting to make a cup of coffee for her uncle in the study.
After tinkering with the tutorial for a while, she finally had a fragrant cup of coffee. Just as she was about to reach for a coffee cup from the cupboard, she turned and bumped into the man's arms. His body temperature was high, radiating a scorching heat that could be felt even through her clothes, causing Tangtang to shiver.
"Tangtang, what are you doing?" the man's low, sexy voice echoed in Tangtang's ears.
Now, Tangtang's face flushed and her heart beat fast whenever she saw her uncle.
"I made some coffee for you, uncle," she whispered softly.
"It was made just for him. The 17-year-old girl knew how to express her feelings. Her uncle was so kind to her, tall and handsome, and she couldn't help but want to be closer to him.
The man leaned in close, his warm breath enveloping her.
"It smells so good. Thank you, Tangtang."
"Does your stomach still hurt?"
Thinking back to yesterday, still feeling the warmth of her uncle's big hands, her face flushed even more. Tangtang blushed shyly as she looked at her uncle with a coquettish expression, saying softly,
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
The tall uncle held the petite girl in his arms. The man also looked down at Tangtang, an ambiguous feeling lingering between them.