“Oh, so you think I’ve got a great ass?” Ellie asked playfully, leaning up on the arm of the chair to shake her ass in my face. Damn, the way those shorts were stretched across her young ass made me swallow hard before I could even answer her.
“Yes, Ellie, your ass is terrific,” I murmured, slapping it lightly. “Now, it’s time you take it to bed.”
“Just one more question,” she said, settling back down on my lap. I leaned forward a little bit, trying to get my hard cock to recede between my legs so it didn’t poke her in that cute little ass.
“Okay, one more,” I conceded.
“How long were you dating before Grandma let you… um… you know… touch her?” Ellie asked, looking up at me with those innocent blue eyes.
“Touch her?” I cleared my throat. I was not expecting anything like this. “How do you mean?” I asked.
“Paw-paw!” Ellie sighed, sitting up straighter and leaning back a little. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m not trying to play dumb, Ellie. There are a lot of different kinds of touching.” I decided to curtail this discussion. “And I’m not sure your grandmother would want me telling you about what we did.”
“She would want me to know,” Ellie quickly responded. “She already told me a lot of things when we first had ‘The Talk’.” She made little finger quotation marks as she said this.
“What did she tell you?” I asked, seriously interested. This was the first time I had heard about this talk.
“Well, she explained the whole sex thing to me, most of it I already kind of knew about.” Ellie smiled shyly. “She wanted to make sure that I understood how it all worked but she also wanted to tell me about how wonderful it can be with the right person.”
“She was right about that,” I interjected, thinking about what a wonderful lover Helen was.
“She also said that you were an incredible lover, Paw-paw,” Ellie whispered. “She said you made her tremble with pleasure.” I just looked at her. I didn’t really know how to respond.
“So, see,” Ellie smiled. “She really wouldn’t mind if you told me how long you dated before she let you touch her. I’m just wondering.”
“Wondering, huh? Sounds like someone is trying to make a decision.” Ellie had been dating Joshua for a few weeks but she hadn’t really talked much about him.
“I’m trying to ask a simple question,” she said, staring intently at me. I decided to take the plunge.
“We used to call it petting or getting to first base.” I laughed, trying for a light, detached tone of voice. “It usually started on the outside of the young woman’s clothing and hopefully progressed to more intimate touching as you got to know each other better.”
Ellie sighed. “When did she let you put your hand under her blouse, then?” Ellie asked, clearly exasperated with my avoidance technique.
“You mean like this,” I asked, reaching under the front of her tank top and tickling her stomach. She squirmed around on my lap, grinding her sexy bottom into my crotch.
“No, more like… this!” Ellie grabbed my hand and pushed it farther up under her tank top and clamped it against her bra-covered tit. I just stared at her with my mouth open. Her breast swelled with her breathing and I instinctively spread my fingers around it.
“How long did she make you wait, Paw-paw?” Ellie asked, continuing to hold my hand against the smooth fabric of her bra. I took a deep breath. Ellie did too and her breast filled my hand. I thought I could feel her nipple against my palm but I may have been imagining it.
“I don’t remember, honey,” I cleared my throat. “It was a long time ago.”
“Okay,” she said, giving my hand a quick squeeze around her breast before releasing it. I yanked it out from under her top like I had touched a hot stove. “You think about it, Paw-paw and I’ll ask you again.”
“Okay, sweetheart,” I whispered, unsure if my voice would actually work.
“Now I’ll take my sexy ass to bed,” she smiled, kissing me on the cheek and scooting off of my lap. “Good night, Paw-paw.”
“Good night, Ellie.” I adjusted my hard cock as I watched her walk across the room. Just before she reached the hallway she half turned towards me.
“Are you checking out my ass?” she asked, with a big smile on her face.
“Never,” I lied.
Fuck! What just happened? I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I felt like a fucking teenager; getting a raging hard-on from touching a bra-covered tit. This was no longer just innocent voyeurism, which I know is a big oxymoron, but what was it? Ellie was asking about sex, flirting with me and she put my hand on her tit.
She wanted to know about Helen and me. What we did, when we did it. What should I tell her? I heaved a big sigh and hauled my ass to bed without coming up with any answers.
Saturday morning I jacked off to Ellie’s fortuitous nude show. As I stroked my hard cock and watched her dry off, I remembered how firm her breast felt as my hand encircled it. As shocked as I was last night, I wanted it to happen again.
True to her word, Ellie pestered me all day on Saturday about how far and how fast Helen and I went when we were dating. She asked me while we were mowing the lawn, washing the car and even on the way to and from the movies. She finally wore me down and I started feeding her tidbits of information while making sure she understood it was different back then.
“But it was the sixties, Paw-paw,” she said, innocently, looking at me from the passenger seat of my car. “The sexual revolution. Wasn’t it all about free love?”