“Good morning, Grandpa,” Sam says, leaning over the bed to kiss me on the lips. I’m not sure if I’m imagining it or if her lips actually linger a little longer than normal. When she stands back up, I’m staring right at her neatly trimmed pussy.
“Jesus, Sam!” I exclaim. “Do you have to taunt me like this? I’m only human, you know?”
“I know,” Sam laughs. She turns away and digs through her dresser drawer. “We’re going to meet the guys down at the beach,” she says pulling a bikini from the middle drawer and turning back towards me as she fits the material over her breasts and ties it behind her neck.
“Tie up the back, will you, Grandpa?” Sam says, walking over to the bed and smiling before she turns around. She still hasn’t put her bottoms on and my cock is as excited as it’s ever been.
“You, young lady,” I say as I playfully slap her bottom, “are a tease!” I tie her top and she bends forward, spreading her legs as she feeds the bikini bottom between them. I get a birds eye view of her pussy lips just before she covers them up.
“Will you tie the sides for me?” she asks coquettishly. I comply but smack her covered ass just before she turns and kisses me again.
“See you later,” she says over her shoulder and I watch her sweet ass cheeks undulate as she walks out the door. Fuck! I take a cold shower and make some breakfast. I’m watching the morning news when the phone rings. It’s my wife.
“Hey, babe,” I answer tentatively, wondering how this conversation is going to go. “How’s your sister?”
“She’s doing better but I’m going to stay here at least until she’s out of the hospital. How are things with the girls?” she asks so innocently that if Sam hadn’t told me about their conversation I wouldn’t think anything about it.
“I think you already know the answer to that,” I say and I hear a short chortle through the phone.
“Yeah, well, did you help that young lady with her problem?” my wife asks, getting right to the point. I clear my throat before I answer.
“Yes. She no longer believes she is the problem.” I say.
“Good, they couldn’t have asked for a better teacher, you know.” she says. “What about Sam? Have you and she…?”
“No,” I cut her off. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” I say. “I mean, her friends were one thing. I don’t know them that well and will probably never see them again. This is our granddaughter. I’ve watched her grow up.”
“Which is exactly why you should be more concerned about her than you are her friends,” she states matter-of-factly. “Don’t you think she deserves to know what she can expect from a lover?”
“Well…”
“Can you think of anyone better able to teach her about sex?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Not only are you well qualified,” she chuckles, “but you also love her and care about her well being.” Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“You make incest sound like I’m giving her driving lessons,” I protest.
“Well, in a way you are. You’re teaching her about sexual expectations… and setting the bar rather high, speaking from experience.” She laughs. “I certainly wish someone had cared enough to teach me when I was a virgin.”
“It’s not like I’m deflowering her!” I say louder than I should.
“You might as well be from what she’s told me about her first time,” she says, pausing for effect. “Sam and I have talked about this, please don’t disappoint her.” That explains Sam’s behavior this morning, prancing around naked and the lingering kiss.
“And you’re sure you’re alright with this?” I ask incredulously. “You really think Sam and I should…?” I leave the sentence unfinished.
“I think you’re a damn fool if you don’t!” she argues. “Hell, if the situation were reversed, I’d teach those boyfriends a thing or two. Of course, I think it’s unfair that you’ve got such young women interested in you. I doubt there are many young men who would be interested in a sixty year old pussy.” She laughs.
“Wait until you bring that sixty year old pussy home to me and I’ll show you how much I’ve missed it,” I tease but my mind is already thinking about my granddaughter’s eighteen year old pussy.
“Just take care of our granddaughter,” she says. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I answer. After disconnecting the call, I lean back and close my eyes, picturing Sam’s naked body. Damn! This is fucking unbelievable. Even with all the sex yesterday, I still didn’t sleep well last night. It doesn’t take long for me to doze off in my recliner.
It’s mid-afternoon when I hear the screen door slam and I awaken from my sex-filled dreams. Sam comes in with her towel draped over her shoulder and her sunglasses on top of her head.
“Hey, Grandpa,” she says, setting down her tote bag and dropping her towel.
“Where’s everyone else?” I ask, levering up the recliner as Sam approaches my chair.
“They went back to the boys’ hotel room,” she smirks. “Seemed like a good time for me to disappear.”
“Makes sense,” I answer as she leans down to kiss my cheek.
“Did you talk to Grandma?” Sam asks. I just nod. “And…?” she adds, her smile beaming from ear to ear.
“Are you sure about this, Sam?” I ask. “I mean, yesterday you weren’t interested at all and now today…”
“Oh no, Grandpa!” Sam corrects me. “I was always interested… just not interested in having an audience.”
“Oh,” I answer lamely as she starts stripping off her bikini.
“I think this is something no one else should know about,” she says, dropping her top on the floor and untying her bikini bottom. “Well, except Grandma,” she snickers.
“You’re a smart young lady,” I answer as I get out of my chair.
“I’m kind of sandy from the beach. Do you want to help me wash it off?” she asks, heading down the hall to the bathroom without waiting for an answer. My eyes are glued to her pale white ass cheeks as I follow along behind her.
I strip off my clothes as she adjusts the shower temperature and in less than a minute we’re standing face to face in the shower with the water spraying my back.
“What’s wrong, Grandpa?” Sam asks nervously while I just hold her thin waist and I stare at her lovely body.
“You take my breath away, Sam,” I answer as my eyes devour her flawless round breasts with their dazzling teardrop shaped tan lines. “I’m trying to remember to breathe,” I whisper. Her smile is absolutely radiant as a light blush rises up her cheeks and encompasses her whole face.
“Wash me, Grandpa?” Sam says, handing me the soap and then closing her eyes and dropping her arms submissively to her sides.
“With pleasure, Honey,” I answer as I lather up my hands. Starting with her shoulders, I slowly spread the soapy foam down her arms, lightly brushing my hands across the sides of her firm breasts. I take my time washing her sides and her stomach before bringing my hands closer to her chest. Her nipples are taut and her quarter size areolas are perfectly centered on her pert breasts.