I graduated from my all girl high school that spring and for a graduation present my father presented me with the keys to a new, shiny red, Mustang convertible. My grandparents, father’s side, sent me a gift card and an invitation to visit for a couple of weeks. They had a condo on the beach in Miami Beach Florida so it was an invitation that was too hard to pass up. I called my grandmother, thanking them for the present. She told me that my grandfather’s 65 th birthday was on the next Saturday and a big party was planned and I promised to be there.
I was in girl heaven as I tooled down the interstate from north Alabama, top down, in my new Mustang. I had dressed in yellow short shorts and halter top, so I wasn’t surprised that I drew the attention of most every trucker that I passed. I smiled and waved at every toot of their horn as I passed them. I stopped at noon time at a large truck stop for lunch and had to fend off the playful advances of a couple of truckers, but other than that, the trip was uneventful. I had called them that morning as I was getting ready to leave home, telling my grandfather what I was driving and about when I expected to arrive.
I had mixed feelings about my trip. I hoped that I wouldn’t be too bored being with old people for two weeks, after all my grandfather was sixty five and my grandmother was only a year or two younger. They would, more than likely, spend most of their time sitting in rocking chairs. Hopefully I could spend a lot of time on the beach and perhaps meet some interesting boys. I was under the misconception that sexual desire ended at about fifty. I truly couldn’t conceive of any one in their sixties having sex of any kind.
Pulling into the parking lot to their condo, I noticed a group of elderly men playing tennis. That was my first indication that maybe I had been a little quick to judge old people. One of the men, a handsome, silver hair gentleman in tennis shorts broke off from their game and trotted off the court to meet me.
“Cynthia?” he said, a look of surprise on his handsome face. “Is that really you?”
“Yes, Grandpa, it’s me.”
He grabbed me in a bear hug, taking my breath away. Then spun me around. “My god you have become so beautiful.” He then waved over his three friends. “This is my granddaughter I been telling you about. Isn’t she the most beautiful thing you ever seen? And the sexiest woman you ever met?”
I blushed appropriately, not knowing what else to do, feeling strange at all the attention these elderly men were giving me. All four were staring at my short shorts, somewhat like hungry grizzly bears at a young gazelle, only I didn’t think they had any intention of killing me. We made small talk for a few minutes, and then I suggested that they finish their game and I would be their cheering section. They seemed to be of the notion that they would rather look at me, but finally agreed. I was fast changing my mind about old people as I watched my grandfather play. He didn’t, in any way compare to Andre Agassi, but for a man of almost 65, he was surprisingly agile. After the game, which my grandfather’s team won, he helped me gather my stuff and we adjourned to the condo.
He let me go into the elevator first and stopped dead in his tracks, staring at my ass. “Damn girl you have gotten yourself pretty.”
“Thank you, Grandpa,” I said with an extra wiggle of my ass. “You look pretty good yourself.”
I met my grandma, Anna, whom I hadn’t seen in years, and found her to be a very pleasant woman that I took a liking to right away. After putting away my clothes in the spare bedroom, I joined them for dinner and found, unlike the afternoon, my grandpa was rather subdued around grandma.
The next morning, after sleeping in till 10 o’clock, I puttered around the apartment, got reacquainted with my grandma, learning that grandpa was playing tennis. Moments later grandpa walked in and asked if I was up for a dip in the pool. It sounded good, so I rushed to my room and donned my favorite, tiny bikini. When I walked out into the living room Grandma was busy in the kitchen, so grandfather was alone. For just a moment I was afraid my grandfather was going to have a heart attack. His eyes got huge as he stared at my tiny bikini. For just an instant I thought that maybe I had forgotten to actually put the bottoms on and glanced down to make sure.
“My god Cynthia!” he remarked, in a low voice. “You will be responsible for a dozen heart attacks today.”
I was shocked! “Is it too much, Grandpa? I can go buy another one.”
“No no no! It’s fine. I was just joking. You are just so damn beautiful.”
I thanked him for the compliment, but decided that I better put something on over it. I went back to my room and selected a cover-up. On the way to the pool I was acutely aware of my grandfather’s eyes on my ass almost constantly, even though it was partially covered. The pool area was full of old people when we arrived so we had to go all the way to the rear to find some lounge chairs to claim. To say that I caused a stir when I slipped the cover-up off, and bent over to place it neatly on a lounge chair at the pool would be a gross understatement, acutely aware that the bottom of my bikini barely covered my ass. Every eye seemed to be glued on me, both men and women. The men with lust and the women with hatred, or maybe envy, or so it seemed. I felt like a movie star at an opening of a movie. I walked, as casually as possible to the diving board. I felt slightly uncomfortable as every eye seemed to follow me. I smiled at a gentleman sitting on the edge of the pool and he smiled back, and was nudged in the ribs by his wife.
“I could get used to this,” I said to myself as I stepped out onto the board, paused for a long moment, took a deep breath, knowing that by doing so my breasts would swell up nicely, and dove in, swimming several laps before coming to the edge of the pool. I picked a spot on the pool edge where an elderly man was sitting with his legs dangling in the water. I reached out and clutched the edge only a few inches from him and hung there, aware that he was staring down at my cleavage. I smiled at him and hung there for a long minute before emerging and drying off. My grandfather had been watching the entire performance and grinned broadly at me.
“Told you,” he whispered. “A lot of pace makers are working overtime.”
I grinned back at him as I stretched out on my lounge. “Would you put lotion on my back grandpa? I don’t want to burn.”
My grandfather knelt beside my lounge and with trembling fingers, gently unfastened my top strap, leaving my back completely bare. I could almost feel the tension in the air as he began rubbing my back, pouring streams of lotion on. His fingers slid along my ribcage, touching the sides of my breasts, causing little ripples of desire to course through me. Now they were on my lower back, lifting the edge of my bikini bottoms a little to get the lotion under them. It seemed that every man at the pool had to walk by my lounge to get to where ever he was going, a few stopped, on the pretext of saying hello to grandpa. I tried to ignore them but it was difficult. I had to admit that all this attention was getting me aroused. He shifted to the backs of my arms momentarily, causing one elderly gentleman to point out that he hadn’t done my legs yet. My grandfather gave him a dirty look.
Finally, much to the delight of the man, he began slathering the lotion on my legs. I could barely suppress a moan as his fingers slid along my inner thighs. I spread my legs a little and heard a quiet little gasp from the onlooker. My tummy did a little flip flop. Now the fingers were sliding up my inner thigh again, brushing, ever so slightly against my pussy before retreating. This time I couldn’t suppress the little moan of delight. No one heard it except my grandfather. More lotion and then the hand was sliding up my other inner thigh, this time brushing my pussy a tiny bit harder. My tummy contracted as another tiny moan escaped my lips.
