I called my grandfather in August, the last opportunity I would have before school started. I wanted to wish him a happy birthday. He was turning sixty-six the following Sunday. I asked him what he wanted for his birthday. His answer was short and what I would expect.
"You," he said instantly. "Can you come down to celebrate an old man's birthday? I won't be having many more, you know."
I was instantly concerned. "Are you sick, Grandpa?"
"No, nothing like that. I just miss my favorite granddaughter."
"Grandpa, I am your only granddaughter."
"Well that makes you my favorite one, doesn't it?" he quipped. "Besides, you have the best tasting pussy I have ever licked. And that says a lot."
I had to smile, thinking back to that time, a few months back, when he saw me naked for the very first time and fingered and licked my cunt. My pussy twitched at the thought of that night when he surprised me and changed my entire outlook on old men. I have always loved older men, like my father's age. Really old men couldn't have sex – at least that was what I thought until that night. Now I look at them a lot differently.
"Okay, Grandpa, I'll drive down tomorrow and spend a couple of nights. Does Grandma still go to bingo on Saturday night?" My father had bought me this beautiful red Mustang convertible for my seventeenth birthday and I loved to drive it.
"Yes, she still goes to Bingo. We will have the whole night."
"You might be surprised. I've grown up a little since the last time."
"Okay, darling. I'll count the hours till I see you naked in my arms."
"You are so very bad, Grandpa," I said in mock anger as I hung up and went to tell my father that I was going to visit Grandpa. He had no idea what his father was going to be doing to his granddaughter.
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Friday morning found me rolling down the interstate with the top down. As I passed the slower moving trucks on the highway I would usually get a little toot of their horn. Made me feel so good. I guess I have a little latent exhibitionism in me because I usually rode with my skirt up around my waist, showing my black lace panties. I made it a point of matching my speed with some of them for a time so they could get a good look, then speed up with a smile and a wave. Made my pussy real wet. I know that most of the truckers thought they were seeing my hairy pussy when they got a quick glimpse of my black panties. What made my pussy really wet was thinking about what my grandfather was going to do to it on Saturday night.
When I pulled into the parking lot of my grandparents' apartment building, I noticed my grandfather playing tennis with some other old men, so I jumped out and ran over to greet him. He saw me coming and called time-out and came to meet me, sweeping me up in his strong arms and swinging me around. Then he sat me on my feet and held me at arm’s length.
"God damn, girl!" he exclaimed. "You get more beautiful every time I see you."
I grinned up at him and dipped a knee in a small curtsy. "Thank you, Grandpa."
He spun me around and marched me onto the court, where the other men were waiting patiently. "Here she is, guys, just as I promised. Did I lie? Is she not the most beautiful girl that ever lived?"
I felt my face getting warm as I blushed from all the attention, as the three nodded in obvious approval.
Then, the one that I later found was called Rocky spoke up. "She definitely is all you said, Steve. Very beautiful girl."
I thanked them all and excused myself to go say hello to my grandmother.
That evening there was a small gathering of their friends for a little pot-luck pool party. Held, of course, at the pool. I had changed into a brightly colored sundress that showed off my firm breasts to good advantage. There followed a whirlwind of introductions, most of which I forgot. A couple of them stuck.
My grandfather's three favorite cronies were Rocky, Bud and Jake. I noticed that they were spending a lot of time whispering and waving their arms – very puzzling. They seemed to be trying to get some point across to my grandfather, because he shrugged his shoulders and walked away to stand by himself, as if he were deep in thought.
Finally, my grandfather came over, took my hand and led me to the other side of the pool to show me the lights of the boats in the harbor. Somehow I didn't think he wanted to show me lights. He had something else on his mind.
"Uh...uh...well...uh...Lea," he began. "You know that I love you, don't you?"
I looked at him, puzzled. "Of course I do, Grandpa."
"You know that I would never let any harm come to you, don't you?"
"I know that, Grandpa." I hugged him real tight. "I love you too. If this has anything to do with tomorrow night, I have been looking forward to it ever since we talked on the phone."
My grandfather looked even more uncomfortable. He looked at me, but couldn't quite meet my gaze.
I took his hand in mine. "Grandpa. Please! Whatever it is, I love you more than anything."
He pulled me over to a concrete bench and sat me down. "Okay. Here it is," he said. "Please try not to judge me too harshly."
I was really getting scared now.
"You know that I like to brag about you?"
I smiled.
"Well the other day, the four of us were setting around having a beer together. It was right after you said you were coming. I was bragging about how damn lovely you are and Rocky said that all three of his granddaughters were awful damn cute. And then Bud piped up and said that his granddaughter was sexy as hell, with the cutest ass he had ever seen. I couldn't let that pass without a challenge."
I nodded knowingly.
"Well, I guess I just blurted out that none of them had as beautiful a pussy as you did."
I stared at him in disbelief. "Grandpa, please tell me you didn't say that?"
"That's not all," he said, his head buried in his hands.
"There's more?"
He nodded. "Rocky said something like 'I guess you have seen it, huh' and I said I have tasted it and it's the best I have ever tasted in my life."
"Grandpa, please tell me you didn't tell them that!" My face was aflame with shame. "Oh God, Grandpa, how can I ever face them?"
"There's more, Lea."
"How could there possibly be more?"
"Well, they dared me to prove it or admit that I lied."
"Then tell them that you lied."
He took my hand in his, the most hang-dog look on his face. Pleading.
"No!!! Grandpa. No! I can't believe that you would even ask this of me."
"They just want a quick peek. Please, Lea. I promise I will never ask another thing of you. My whole reputation is at stake. At my age, that's all I have left.
"How much of a quick peek?"
My grandfather saw the tiny crack in the wall and sprang into the breach. "Just a tiny flash to prove that I saw it."
I felt myself weakening. I guess it really was the exhibitionist in me. "Okay, but just a quick look, that's all. Just raise my dress and give them a peek."
"I promise."
Somehow I wasn't completely reassured by his "Promise".
"How are we to do this thing?"
He grinned. "Tomorrow night, when your grandmother goes to bingo."