by Cristiano Caffieri
Ewan Davies was a shy kind of guy, he’d never really had a girlfriend, preferring to raise canaries in the aviary he’d built in the back garden. In spite of being on his own most of the time, he was a happy soul except when his Dad’s brother Frank came to visit.
His Uncle Frank was a philanderer, he’d been married four times and every time he’d visit the house he’d bring some pretty young woman with him. The loud mouthed reprobate’s repertoire never varied when he got together with Ewan, “Have you found yourself a good woman yet?” was one of his favorite greetings and another was, “A handsome young guy like you should be looking for a piece of tail – not messing around with a bunch of stupid birds.”
Of course, he always did it front of whatever floozy he’d brought with him, and he’d laugh out loud and pat Ewan on the back as if to say, “It’s just a bit of fun.” But Ewan didn’t think it was funny at all.
Most of the women Frank brought in tow were caked in make-up with died blonde hair but on his last visit, Frank brought a young girl that looked like Tailor Swift and announced that they were engaged. She was absolutely gorgeous and Ewan was most impressed.
His uncle had told her about the Canaries and so when he was in a deep conversation with his parents Ewan took Sally out to see the birds. She seemed quite taken with them and after perching a few on her finger and talking to them in a rather sweet voice the two of them sat in the little room that Ewan had built adjoining the aviary and talked.
She sat very close to him on the bench he’d constructed and he was getting quite hot under the collar, to say nothing of his underwear.
She had the most beautiful big eyes he’d ever seen and long brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders which she kept brushing away from her face with her long manicured fingers. Although he certainly admired her big blue eyes her tits were another matter, he had a problem diverting his gaze from them and he was positive that she noticed him, especially when she asked if he’d like to feel them.
Poor Ewan just took a deep breath and exhaled in little jerks as he tried to say, “Yes I would.”
She took his hand and rubbed it gently on her left tit and then moved it over to the right. He could feel her hard nipples on the palm of his hand and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that she wasn’t wearing a bra.