As soon as Ellie closed her bedroom door, I rushed into her bathroom, turned on the light and adjusted the door to about the same gap as she had it. I stood where she was and looked in the mirror towards my bedroom. Completely dark! Yes! Standing in the lit bathroom, I couldn’t see a thing past my doorway. I would be able to see her but she wouldn’t be able to see me. Perfect.
I jacked off in the shower, shooting a huge load of cum as I replayed my granddaughter’s show over and over in my mind. For the rest of the day, I tried to act natural but every time I looked at Ellie I saw her naked tits and her teenage pussy. My cock was stiff the entire day and I kept trying not to let it show. I jacked off again before I went to bed.
Just before I drifted off, it occurred to me that Ellie may have been leaving the door open all along but this was the first time that I wasn’t already downstairs when she got up. Because I had a good book and stayed in bed later than usual, I got to see my granddaughter’s gorgeous body. Since Ellie was spending the night again, it was an easy decision to stay in bed on Sunday morning too.
The show repeated itself on Sunday morning. My cock was hard even before the shower stopped and Ellie opened the door. More confident that she couldn’t see me, I shed my shorts and jacked my cock while I watched her dry off. She followed exactly the same routine and I shot a big load of cum into a tissue before she even switched legs.
I have to admit that I started looking at Ellie differently. I eagerly anticipated every visit and jacked off to her live show each morning. Of course, when she would innocently plop down on my lap and give me a big hug, I struggled to maintain my grandfatherly composure. My cock didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to react to that. Thankfully, she never seemed to notice my discomfort.
Two visits after I first saw her naked it occurred to me that she could stop opening the door at any time. What was I going to do if the mirror didn’t steam up and she didn’t have to open the door? For the next two weeks I worked on a solution.
I bought an HD digital camcorder, a tripod and editing software. I quickly mastered the camcorder and the software by shooting squirrels in the nearby park. Then, I spent several hours practicing with the right angle and exposure, no pun intended, to shoot into the bathroom. Setting the camcorder on the tripod just inside my bedroom, I went into the bathroom and mimicked Ellie’s movements. After what seemed like dozens of tries, moving the camera further back into the bedroom and zooming in just right, I finally got a crystal clear shot.
Lucky for me that it took so many attempts because it was during the second to last try while looking intently into the bedroom that I noticed the red record light standing out like a fucking beacon. With the help of a couple of YouTube videos I disabled the light and plunged the bedroom back into darkness. The next time Ellie spent the night I would be ready.
I was as nervous as a pimply-faced teenager on a first date while I waited for Ellie to finish with her shower. The camcorder was on, filming the closed door while I waited what seemed like an eternity. I knew what I was doing was terribly wrong and my heart pounded in my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I almost stopped it right there but the door opened and I saw my naked granddaughter in the viewfinder. This was it. Too late to stop now.
I stood behind the camera and watched her go through her morning ritual. When she started drying her hair, I zoomed the camera in on her lovely young breasts. I kept zooming until one of her puffy, pink nipples nearly filled the screen. My dick was aching. I couldn’t wait to see this on my 42″ HD screen.
Zooming back out for a full body shot, I waited for her to lift her leg and then zoomed in on her pussy, filling the screen the same way. Even on the small viewfinder this was such an erotic sight. Her thin pussy lips were nestled in a wispy nest of pubic hair that was trimmed right to the edge of her tan lines. I zoomed out once more while I rubbed my throbbing cock through my sleep shorts. Fuck!
I jacked off four times that weekend without ever viewing the video. As soon as Ellie left on Sunday night I connected the camcorder to my TV, sat naked in my chair and watched the short movie over and over. When her nipple splashed across that big screen I just wanted to suck on it so badly but when her pussy was displayed in high definition, it seemed like I could smell her aroma and taste her juices.
I must have watched that video a hundred times but it was never as good as seeing her live. I never used the camcorder again after that first time. That first video was so perfect and so fucking erotic that I hid it away in a protected file that I could watch whenever I wanted. Interestingly, it was her very next visit that the questions began.
“Paw-paw, when did you know that Grandma was the one for you? Was it love at first sight?” Ellie asked one day while we were watching TV. She still loves curling in my lap like when she was a little girl, only now her long, tan legs were draped over the edge of my easy chair. She was wearing a pair of hot pink short shorts with a black tank top and a pink bra with the bra straps showing. It seems that girls always have their bra straps showing these days; it never used to be like that.
“Was it love at first sight?” I repeated her question while I considered my answer. We’d had these discussions before but this seemed different, like maybe she was looking for advice rather than just a ‘tell me about when you met Grandma’ story. “I don’t know about love at first sight,” I answered, “but that first sight sure was memorable.”
“In what way?” she smiled as I rubbed my hand along her hip and my other hand rested casually on her bare thigh. I hesitated before I answered, wondering if I really wanted to tell her. What the hell.
“Your Grandma was a beautiful woman, but that first time I saw her, she was half turned away from me and what caught my eye was how she looked from the back in her tight bell-bottom pants.” I smiled at the memory.
“Paw-paw!” Ellie slapped my arm teasingly. “Before you even met, you were checking out her ass?”
“She had a great ass,” I laughed. “As soon as I could, I got a mutual friend to introduce me. It wasn’t like I could just friend her on facebook.”
“On facebook you probably wouldn’t have seen her ass,” Ellie retorted.
“I don’t know, I’ve seen some of your facebook pictures, young lady. You look a lot like your grandmother did at that age.” She does. I think that’s been part of my fascination with her, but only part.