PART 1:
Part 1: Six months after losing her husband of forty-plus years, Harriet, a former beauty queen, fitness model, and serial entrepreneur who could easily pass for a woman many years younger, and was about to have an epiphany.
Everything seemed to fall into place effortlessly. She had been visiting her granddaughter Myra, a beautiful redhead at the university where she was a graduating senior at just nineteen years old.
Myra was an honors student with a plethora of richly diverse friends. Earlier in the week, Harriet had told Myra that she would be in town for several days on business, and wanted to see her.
The weekend of the visit just so happened to be Harriet’s sixty-third birthday, so Myra invited a few friends over for a surprise birthday party.
The ever-bubbly Harriet had no idea how her life was about to change.
A chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ greeted a very surprised Harriet as she entered the apartment Myra shared platonically with two male students.
Somewhere during the course of the party, one of the foreign students commented how he longed for a visit from his own dear Grammy. Then another echoed the same sentiment. Then another.
The idea came to Harriet suddenly, why not match surrogate grandparents to all these lonely, homesick college kids who don’t have family nearby. Surely there was an abundance of senior citizens who either had no grandchildren of their own, or like these lonely students, live too far away to see them on a regular basis.
Walla, a business idea began developing.
Harriet was overwhelmed with all the attention Myra’s friends heaped on her. She was smitten that several of the young men seemed to really dote over her every whim.
Edwardo, the self-appointed doter-in-chief, was a handsome Spaniard there on a soccer scholarship. Just in his sophomore year and the same age as Myra, he opined about the absence of his grandparents, especially his maternal grandmother, with whom he was very close.
He told Harriet that her vivacious spirit and zest for life reminded him of her, and she was flattered.
As the party went into the evening, her alcohol consumption became a bit of an issue. Harriet did not hold her alcohol well, and as the music played on, she reverted to the youthful playfulness of her past.
Hinting for an invitation to stay, she told Myra that she should leave, that she felt like a party pooper. Edwardo set about convincing her the night was still young and if she left now, she would miss all the fun yet to come.
An easily swayed Harriet looked to Myra for reassurance. Myra told her they had an extra bed and invited her to stay and party on.
A few hours and mixed drinks later, guests were saying their goodbyes and giving Harriet warm hugs and cheek kisses as they departed.
Edwardo, on the other hand, had abstained from drinking because he had taken an oath to his coaches and teammates not to engage in activities detrimental to the success of his team.
Everyone else, including Harriet, not so much. After mentioning she was hungry, Edwardo offered to make a food run and grab food for all who remained.
Once all orders were taken, Harriet offered to go along for the ride. Being from a wealthy family, Edwardo had a beautiful, new convertible, just perfect for a late-night jaunt.
With the top down, they made their way through the maze of apartment buildings as a very tipsy Harriet settled back in her seat, her skirt at mid-thigh.
Once free of the 10 mph speed limit imposed by the management company, with tires squealing, he accelerated onto the access road. The wind whipped through the car and anything not tied down was left to go where the wind decided.
Within a matter of seconds, her skirt had ridden high enough to expose her silky smooth thighs. With her eyes closed, as if on a thrill ride, she ignored the situation completely.
Edwardo did not ignore the situation, however. In a weird sort of way, he felt his manhood responding. He felt ashamed for even thinking about her in such a sexual way.
Harriet seemed lost in the relaxation of the ride and her legs just, seemed to relax and fall apart.
He adjusted his rearview mirror so he could look up her skirt as best as he could. With the aid of the wind and streetlights, her white lacy panties lay exposed and created quite a stir in his pants.
The fast food restaurant was not too far away, but instead of taking the most direct route, he decided one more circuitous. He accelerated onto the freeway, and the wind quickly became his new best friend.
The only thing stopping the total ascent of her skirt was the lap belt holding her to the seat. Quickly glancing at her legs, he couldn’t get over how toned and even muscular they appeared.
His erection was now full-blown. Never in his life had he been sexually attracted to an older woman, especially a grandmother. But Harriet was far from your prototypical grandmotherly type!
Without warning, Harriet reached past the center console, and casually ran her nails along the top of his thigh. Edwardo shot a nervous glance at her, only to find her eyes closed and a smile covering her face.
He was sure he was going to cum all over himself.
Slowly, her hand dipped to his inner thigh, and continued the nail raking and gentle squeezes.