Every summer, we’d pile into the car before breakfast and head out to see my granddad—the kind of morning when the light’s already gold and heavy, sticking to your skin, daring you to say something about it. I’d slipped on my shortest denim skirt, the hem riding high up my thighs, and picked a thin white blouse, a couple buttons left undone so just enough cleavage peeked through. I liked how it made me feel—confident, a little dangerous. My hair was pulled into a high ponytail, not that it helped much; sweat already clung to the nape of my neck, stray brown strands sticking there as I shoved my overnight bag into the back.
“You’re looking a bit too pretty for the tomatoes, Lil. Grandpa’s gonna need his pills at this rate,” Mum teased, voice light as she slid into the front seat, her summer dress fluttering against her knees. The dress was pale blue, patterned with tiny yellow flowers, loose at the waist but clinging a bit at her chest every time she leaned forward. She always managed to look perfectly cool, like the heat never bothered her at all.
I grinned, dropping into the backseat. “You should talk. That dress is a heart attack waiting to happen.” She laughed, catching my eye in the mirror. “Well, at least one of us got the legs for it.” I stretched mine out, toes pointed, skin bare all the way up. The leather seat felt sticky under my thighs.
Dad climbed in last, careful and steady as always, settling in behind the wheel and flicking on the ignition. The engine gave its familiar shudder, the start of every summer trip. I could feel the air already humming with the day’s heat, the car’s AC gasping but not quite winning.
“How old’s Granddad now, Mum?” I asked, leaning between the seats, elbow resting just behind her shoulder. I caught a glimpse of her cleavage from above, the dress gaping slightly as she twisted to look back at me.
“Ninety-one come winter,” she said, a note of pride sneaking into her voice. “Still more stubborn than all of us put together.”
“Ninety-one,” I echoed, letting it roll around in my head. “He really doesn’t seem it.”
“He doesn’t act it, that’s for sure,” Mum said, waving her hand lazily in front of her face. “He’s out in that garden every day, even if he’s just moving the tomatoes from one spot to another. I swear, he talks to those plants more than he talks to any of us.”
Dad chuckled, eyes straight ahead. “Keeps him sharp. Man could open his own produce stand at this point, but he’d rather just give it all away.”
I pictured Granddad in his battered straw hat, sleeves rolled up, hands huge and sun-browned, moving slowly but with that weird authority he always had in the garden. That image—of him in charge, a little world of green and sun and sweat—always made summer feel real.
The car rolled on, the radio droning, and the AC wheezing out air that barely cooled anything. Sweat prickled at my chest, running in a single line between my breasts, soaking the inside of my blouse. I tugged at the collar, pulling it wider, hoping for a breeze that never came.
“It’s like sitting in a sauna,” I complained, fanning my neck. The movement made my blouse gape a bit, the swell of my cleavage more obvious. I saw Mum’s eyes flick up in the mirror.
“Careful, darling,” she said, smirking. “Your granddad’s eyesight isn’t all that bad. You know how he gets—last year he nearly choked on his tea.”
I laughed, flicking my skirt down an inch. “He’s harmless, Mum. I’m pretty sure his tomatoes are the only thing he actually notices.”
“Maybe so,” she said, turning to face front again, but her tone was half warning, half amused. “But I’d pull your skirt down a bit before we get there, all the same.”
I looked down—my thighs bare almost to my hips, the edge of my skirt barely decent. The blouse, clinging with sweat, felt thin and almost see-through where it stretched tightest across my chest. I shrugged. It was summer; I wanted to feel the sun.
The rest of the ride stretched out, hot and drowsy, my knees sticking to the seat, my blouse plastered to my back. I watched the houses drift by, thinking of iced tea and the smell of grass clippings, the way the heat never really let up but you stopped caring about it after a while.
And then, finally, we pulled into Granddad’s drive, gravel crunching under the tyres, and the world outside seemed to pulse with summer—green, bright, heavy with the promise of a long, secret afternoon.
Later that day, we arrived.
By the time we pulled into Granddad’s driveway, the sun was at its peak, blazing down without mercy. The familiar little house stood just as I remembered it–white paint peeling a bit more with each passing summer, and the porch sagging slightly under the weight of age and memories. His garden, though, was as vibrant as ever, a chaotic explosion of green vines and red tomatoes that spilt out from the backyard to the side of the house.
I stepped out of the car, smoothing down my mini skirt as the hot pavement warmed the soles of my sandals. Mum grabbed the basket of fruit we’d brought, her floral dress fluttering lightly in the warm breeze, while Dad stretched, muttering something about his back and long drives.
As we walked toward the house, Granddad appeared in the doorway, leaning slightly on his cane but smiling wide enough to make up for it. His sunhat sat crookedly on his head, and I could see the faint smudges of dirt on his hands–proof that he’d been out in his garden, as usual.
“There’s my favourite girls!” he called out, his voice a bit raspier than I remembered but no less full of life. His eyes crinkled at the corners, twinkling with mischief. “And you too, son-in-law,” he added with a wink at Dad.
Mum laughed, walking up to him and planting a kiss on his cheek. “You’re looking good, Dad.”
“And you, sweetheart,” Granddad said, his eyes flicking over her summer dress approvingly. Then he turned to me, his grin widening. “Well, Lily, look at you. You’re a heartbreaker already, aren’t you?”
I rolled my eyes with a laugh, but I felt a slight flush creep up my cheeks. “Oh, stop it, Granddad. You’re just being nice.”
He gave a hearty chuckle, then gestured for us to come inside. “Come on in. It’s too damn hot to stand out here yammering. I’ve got lemonade in the fridge.”
We followed him inside, the coolness of the house a blessed relief from the sweltering heat outside. The familiar scent of old wood and freshly baked bread filled the air, instantly taking me back to childhood summers spent here.
As Granddad shuffled off toward the kitchen, I caught Mom’s eye, and she gave me a subtle nod toward my blouse.
“What Mom?” I whispered to her quietly.
Mum leaned in slightly, her voice low enough for only me to hear. “Button up a bit, sweetheart. You know how your Granddad can be.”
I gave her a playful eye roll but tugged the blouse together anyway, fastening the next button. “Mom, seriously. He’s harmless,” I whispered back, grinning. “And he’s 91! I don’t think he’s up to much mischief anymore.”
She arched an eyebrow at me, a mix of amusement and motherly warning. “Age doesn’t stop wandering eyes, love. Just… humour me, alright?”
“I can see the few top buttons are missing,” I whispered back with a slight shrug, pulling the blouse together as best I could without much success. “Unless you’ve got a sewing kit hidden in your purse, this is as good as it gets.”
Mum sighed, her lips twitching like she was fighting off a smirk. “Fine. Just… stay seated at the table, alright? No unnecessary bending over or giving him a show.”
“Mom!” I laughed quietly, shaking my head. “You’re making it sound like he’s some kind of rogue. He’s Granddad, for crying out loud.”
“Exactly,” she replied with a knowing look. “And he’s still got eyes in his head. Just trust me on this one.”
Before I could respond, Granddad’s voice carried from the kitchen. “Lemonade’s on the table! Don’t leave me drinking alone now.”
Mum gave me a final glance that screamed I mean it, before turning and heading toward the kitchen. I followed, trying not to laugh at her persistent worrying.
The kitchen was small but warm, with the same old floral curtains hanging over the windows and a slight creak in the wooden floorboards. Granddad was already seated, his cane propped against the chair as he poured a second round of lemonade into the glasses.
“Now, sit yourselves down,” he said, gesturing grandly to the chairs as if he were hosting a grand feast. “I don’t get visitors often, so you’d better make yourselves comfortable.”
I slid into a chair, smoothing my skirt out of habit, and took a sip of the lemonade. It was tart and perfectly chilled, the kind of refreshing that instantly made the sweltering day feel a little more bearable.
“You’ve still got your touch, Granddad,” I said, lifting my glass toward him. “Best lemonade I’ve had all year.”
He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Damn right, it is. Been making it the same way since before your mother was in nappies. No shortcuts, no store-bought nonsense.”
Mum rolled her eyes playfully. “Alright, Dad, we get it. You’re the lemonade king.”
“King of a lot more than lemonade,” he replied with a wink, his eyes flicking to me briefly before settling on Mom. “But I’m glad you all made it. House feels a lot less lonely when it’s filled with my girls.”
He picked up his cigarettes and his lighter, which he dropped. He tried to bend down to pick it up, but struggled.
“Here, let me Granddad,” I said, quickly setting my glass down and moving to help. As I bent down, I was suddenly very aware of Mom’s earlier warning. My mini-skirt didn’t leave much to the imagination, and I tugged at it instinctively, hoping to maintain at least a shred of modesty, but it was too late.
I heard Granddad behind me, “Oh my.”
The room fell quiet for a second, and my cheeks flushed hotter than the summer sun outside. I quickly straightened up, holding the lighter and handing it to Granddad without meeting his eyes. “Here you go,” I said, trying to keep my tone light, but my voice sounded a bit tighter than I intended.
Granddad chuckled softly, taking the lighter from me. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re quick on your feet.” His voice had that usual warmth, but there was something else there–a tinge of awkwardness, maybe? Or maybe I was just overthinking it.
Mom’s gaze burned into me like laser beams from across the table. She didn’t say a word, but the lift of her eyebrow said I told you so louder than words ever could.
I returned to my seat, smoothing my skirt again and sipping my lemonade, trying to regain a sense of normalcy. Granddad lit his cigarette with a casual flick of his thumb, exhaling a puff of smoke that seemed to cut through the tension in the air.
“So,” he said, as if nothing had happened, “when are you all planning to head back? Can’t imagine you’ve got much to stick around for in this old house.”
Dad took the lead, answering something about the heatwave and an early start tomorrow, and soon the conversation shifted back to gardens and tomatoes. Mum didn’t let it drop completely, though. She caught me as I refilled my glass from the pitcher.
“That,” she whispered with the faintest smirk, “is exactly what I meant.”
“Mom,” I groaned, keeping my voice low as I shot her a glare. “It was an accident.”
“He got a right eye full. I told you to stay seated. You’d better have something on under that skirt.” She said, folding her arms and looking at me seriously.
“MUM…” I said out of shock at her words. “Of course, I have, what you take me for.”
Mom’s sharp words cut through the air, leaving me blinking in disbelief. “Seriously?” I whispered, glancing toward Granddad, who was now engrossed in puffing on his cigarette like nothing had happened. “You’re acting like I planned that or something.”
She folded her arms tighter, raising an eyebrow that screamed don’t test me. “I’m just saying, Lily. You can’t be prancing around in a skirt that short without thinking about how it looks.”
I felt my cheeks burn all over again, this time out of frustration. “It’s a mini-skirt, Mom, not a bathing suit. And yes, I’m wearing something underneath–jeez, give me some credit.”
Mom’s lips twitched, but she didn’t relent. “I’m just looking out for you, that’s all.”
“You’re embarrassing me,” I muttered, dropping back into my chair with a dramatic sigh. “I didn’t ask for a running commentary on my wardrobe.”
Dad, oblivious to the tension, chimed in from his corner of the table. “What’s all this now?” he asked, peering up from a biscuit he was nibbling on. “Something wrong?”
“Nothing, Dad,” I said quickly, shooting Mum a warning look. “Mom’s just… being Mom.”
“Hmph,” Mum replied, clearly unimpressed. “Someone has to be.”
Granddad chuckled again, and I couldn’t tell if it was at the conversation or his thoughts. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “You girls bickerin’ over skirts now? What’s next, the weather? Let the poor lass wear what she likes.”
Mom’s eyes darted toward him, but she said nothing. Instead, she busied herself with tidying up the table, her movements a little sharper than usual.
I leaned back in my chair, sipping my lemonade and glaring into my glass. “Thanks, Granddad,” I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
He gave me a sly wink, his mischievous twinkle back in full force. “Anytime, sweetheart. Life’s too short to fuss over buttons and hems.”
“Fine,” Mum said getting up and storming outside, “we leaving.”
“Mum, seriously?” I protested, my voice rising slightly in frustration. “We just got here! You’re overreacting.”
Mum spun around at the doorway, her lips pressed into a tight line. “Overreacting? Lily, you don’t seem to understand that there’s such a thing as respect–for yourself and others.”
“For myself?” I stood up now, incredulous. “What exactly do you think I’ve done wrong, huh? I’m sitting here, drinking lemonade, helping Granddad, and you’re acting like I’m doing a pole dance in the kitchen!”
“Fine, you stay. I’m off home. You reckon you can handle anything?” Mum said as she got Dad to drive her home.
The room fell silent as Mum stormed out, her floral dress swishing with each determined step. Dad hesitated, glancing between Granddad and me, clearly caught in the crossfire.
“Are you sure, love?” he asked her, his voice cautious. “We came all this way.”
“I’m sure,” Mum snapped, not even turning back. “If Lily thinks she knows better, she can stay and deal with everything herself.”
“Lily, I’m sure,” Mum snapped, not even turning back. “If Lily thinks she knows better, she can stay and deal with everything herself.”
Dad gave me a half-apologetic look as he set his biscuit down and stood to follow her. “You two take care now,” he said awkwardly, patting me on the shoulder before heading out the door.
The sound of the car engine roaring to life a few minutes later left a strange emptiness in its wake. I stood there for a moment, hands on my hips, replaying the argument in my mind. It was so typical of Mum to blow something small out of proportion and then make it seem like I was the unreasonable one.
Granddad broke the silence with a low chuckle. “Well, looks like it’s just us now,” he said, taking another puff of his cigarette. “Guess you scared her off, eh?”
“Apparently,” I muttered, dropping back into my chair with a huff. “She always does this. She acts like I’m some wild child trying to ruin the family name or something.”
Granddad gave me a knowing look, his crinkled eyes soft with understanding. “She means well, you know. Might go about it wrong, but it’s just her way of lookin’ out for you.”
“By accusing me of… I don’t even know what?” I said, throwing my hands up. “I was just helping you. How is that disrespectful?”
He laughed again, a deep rumble that shook his shoulders. “Ah, Lily, you’ve got to let some things slide. Your mom’s got her quirks, just like everyone else. Don’t let it ruin your day.”
I sighed, staring down at my glass of lemonade. “Easier said than done.”
“Let’s go sit in the living room, dear,” he said as he walked in there with a bottle of whisky and two glasses.
He sat in his favourite armchair, and I sat opposite him as he poured two glasses.
Granddad poured a generous amount of whiskey into each glass, the amber liquid catching the sunlight filtering through the lace curtains. He handed one to me with a slight smirk, his rough fingers brushing mine. “Don’t tell your mom,” he said with a wink. “She’d probably drive back just to confiscate it.”
I laughed softly, swirling the glass in my hand. “She’d confiscate me, too, if she could.”
Granddad leaned back in his armchair, the worn leather creaking under his weight. He took a slow sip, his eyes thoughtful as he gazed out the window. “Your mom’s not so bad,” he said eventually. “She just worries. Always has.”
“She’s exhausting,” I muttered, sipping the whiskey. It burned slightly going down, but the warmth that followed was strangely comforting. “I swear she’d find a way to criticise the way I breathe.”
Granddad chuckled, a low, gravelly sound. “You’ve got some of her fire, you know. That stubborn streak–doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
I frowned, setting the glass on the table beside me. “I’m not stubborn. I just… don’t like being treated like a kid.”
He tilted his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Fair enough. I can see you far from being a kid. Very much so.”
Granddad’s words caught me off guard, and I raised an eyebrow at him, unsure of whether he was teasing or just being matter-of-fact. He took another sip of his whiskey, his gaze steady at the hem of my skirt.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, tugging my skirt down an inch reflexively, even though it didn’t make much of a difference. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, my tone light but guarded.
Granddad’s eyes flicked back to meet mine, and he gave me a small, almost sheepish smile. “Only that you’ve grown into quite the young lady. It’s something to be proud of, Lily.” Granddad’s eyes flicked back to meet mine, and he gave me a small, almost sheepish smile. “Only that you’ve grown into quite the young lady. It’s something to be proud of, Lily.”
I relaxed slightly, though I couldn’t help the faint heat creeping up my neck. “Thanks, I guess. It’s just… sometimes it feels like Mum makes everything into a bigger deal than it needs to be, you know?”
I felt my cheeks flush at the comment, not entirely sure how to take it from a man I’d always seen as a harmless, grandfatherly figure. But there was a glint in his eye, a hint of mischief that made my stomach flutter in a way that was new and strange.
“Granddad,” I said, trying to keep the teasing tone alive in my voice, “you’re treading on dangerous ground there.”
He laughed, the sound deep and rich, and leaned back in his chair, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. “Ah, Lily, I’m an old man. I’m allowed a bit of cheekiness in my old age. Besides,” he took a slow, deliberate sip of his whiskey, “a pretty girl in a short skirt is a sight for these tired old eyes.”
An awkward pause stretched between us, filled with the ticking of the grandfather clock and the distant hum of a lawnmower outside. I wasn’t sure how to respond, the air thick with the unspoken tension that had suddenly blossomed between us.
“Granddad,” I started, my voice a whisper, “Haha, you’re making me blush.”
“Ah, I’m just teasing, love,” Granddad replied, his voice softening as he waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t mind my rambling. Old folks like me don’t know when to keep quiet sometimes.”
I laughed nervously, clutching my whiskey glass a little tighter. “You’ve got a way with words, I’ll give you that,” I said, hoping to steer the conversation back to something more comfortable.
He grinned, that familiar twinkle returning to his eyes as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Well, I may be old, but I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“I bet you do,” I teased him as I stretched my legs.
“Careful now,” Granddad said with a chuckle, his eyes glinting with humour. “You stretch those legs any further, you might knock over my whiskey. Or even worse, give me a show.”
“Hah,a behave, old man,” I said, drinking my drink.
“Ah, you know me, Lily,” Granddad said with a playful wink, swirling his whiskey in the glass. “Just an old man who’s still sharp enough to make a lady laugh.”
I shook my head, letting out a soft laugh as I took another sip of my drink. “Sharp enough to stir the pot, you mean.”
He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking with his movement. “Well, if you’re not stirring the pot, life gets awfully dull, doesn’t it?”
“Guess you have a point,” I admitted, setting my glass down and resting my elbows on the armrests of the chair. “But sometimes you take it a little too far.”
Granddad chuckled, the sound low and rich, filling the cosy room. “That’s the beauty of being my age, love. You get away with things by calling it ‘harmless fun.’”
“Convenient excuse,” I teased, narrowing my eyes at him playfully. “I’ll have to remember that one when I’m your age. Anyway, I am not bothered if you look, you’re a guy, right, harmless.”
Granddad raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he tipped his glass toward me. “Well, I won’t argue with that logic, Lily. Harmless and appreciative–two things I’m still good at.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Impossible but entertaining,” he replied with a wink. “And you, my dear, are far too good at giving an old man a run for his money; you are really beautiful a guy like me would never stand a chance. Even though at 91 I can still do things, I am not all useless.”
I blinked at him, caught off guard by the unexpected mix of humour and something deeper in his voice. It wasn’t unusual for Granddad to tease, but there was a weight behind his words now, something both earnest and wistful.
“Granddad,” I said, setting my glass down with a soft clink. “Are you trying to convince yourself or me that you’re still a catch?”
He laughed, deep and throaty, his grin stretching wide. “Oh, I don’t need convincing, love. Just making sure you know your old Granddad’s still got a bit of charm left in him.”
“Well, you certainly have confidence,” I replied, shaking my head but smiling despite myself. “It’s good to see.”
His gaze softened, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Confidence, humour, charm–it’s all we old folks have got to keep us going sometimes. Life can feel a bit… slow at my age.”
I tilted my head, studying him for a moment. For all his teasing and playful bravado, there was a vulnerability there, an unspoken acknowledgement of time slipping through his fingers. It tugged at something in me, a quiet ache that I hadn’t expected.
“You know,” I said softly, “you don’t have to put on a show for me. I like you just as you are–crinkly, stubborn, and full of stories.”
Granddad chuckled again, the sound quieter this time. “Ah, Lily, you’re a good one. Always were. You’ve got your mother’s fire, but you’ve got your own way about you too–soft where it counts, sharp when it matters.”
“Careful,” I teased as I stretched my legs again. This time, his gaze shifted, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’re going to ruin your reputation as a cheeky old flirt. I kind of like it, if you get me.”
Granddad shook his head, laughing softly as he leaned back in his chair he trying to get a good look up my skirt. The sunlight filtering through the lace curtains seemed to catch his eyes, adding to that familiar glint of mischief. “Well, oh my mmm, I mean, well, if you like it, then maybe I’ve done something right,” he said, his voice warm and playful.
“Hey, you looking up my skirt?” I grinned at him.
Granddad’s gaze snapped back up to mine, genuine warmth in his eyes despite the playful transgression.
“Guilty as charged, love. But you can’t blame an old man for appreciating the view,” he said, his voice low and honest, a mix of jest and an earnest appreciation.
I felt heat rise to my cheeks, but there was a lightness in my heart, a sense of freedom in sharing this moment of unguarded humour with him.”Just remember, Granddad,” I teased, holding his gaze, “I’m not just a view. I’m your clever, cheeky granddaughter who can give as good as she gets.”
I was still annoyed with Mom, so I figured fuck it. I wanted to see how far Granddad would go. I slowly kept opening and shutting my legs.
Granddad’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he watched me, his expression a blend of grandfatherly affection and the cheeky mischievousness of a man who’s lived a full life. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Lily, you’re a saucy one, aren’t you?” he said, his voice low but full of warmth. “Keeps an old man on his toes, I’ll give you that.
“Lily, you’re a saucy one, aren’t you?” he said, his voice low but full of warmth. “Keeps an old man on his toes, I’ll give you that.”
I saw him adjusting his crotch. I think he was starting to get hard. I didn’t think he would be able in his 90s. I did it again, opening and slowly closing my legs.
“You ok, Granddad?” I said as he was just staring.
Granddad cleared his throat, the sound a little rougher than usual, betraying a hint of embarrassment–or was it excitement? “Oh, I’m… I’m quite alright, Lily. Black panties suit you.”
“I am just going to the toilet,” I said as I made my way through the house to the toilet.
I pulled my skirt up and pulled my panties down, and sat on the toilet as I trickled pee into the toilet. I thought I would leave him a present as I kicked off my panties, as they were now on the toilet floor in the corner.
I continued to pee, and as I finished, I stood up, grabbed some toilet paper and wiped myself. I flushed the chain and washed my hands. As I was leaving, I took one last look at my panties on the floor and smiled.
As I returned to the cosy living room, Granddad was still sitting in his armchair, the amber light of the evening sun casting a warm glow on his weathered face.
“Enjoying the peace, Granddad?” I asked, feigning innocence as I took my seat opposite him, crossing my legs in a deliberate, teasing motion. His gaze flickered to my legs, then back to my eyes, a slow, sly smile spreading across his face.
“Always, Lily,” he replied, his voice a little huskier than usual. “Though I must say, I’m finding the company quite stimulating.” I leaned back, my heart thumping a little faster with the boldness of our game.
“Stimulating, Granddad? I thought you’d be used to the quiet life by now.”
He chuckled a deep sound that reverberated in his chest. “Quiet life doesn’t mean I’m dead, love. Just means I’ve got more time to appreciate the finer things.”
I opened my legs slowly and left them open for a good 10 seconds to let him look and my bare-shaven fanny. “You ok, oh by the way I left you a present on the bathroom floor, you’re welcome by the way.”
He tilted his head to get a good look, he coughed gently, a hand reaching up to rub his chin, a gesture that seemed to hide a smirk.
“Lily, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he said, his voice low and tinged with a hint of amusement.”And a present, you say? Well, I do love a good surprise.”
I kept opening and closing my legs, making sure he watched my sweet fanny as my skirt rode up just a bit.
“Sorry, I am not annoying you, am I?” I said as I continued to tease him.
Granddad’s eyes gleamed with an impish delight, his gaze locked on the playful display before him.”Annoying?”He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to fill the room.
“Lily, you’re doing anything but annoy me. If anything, you’re reminding an old man what it’s like to feel young again.”As I continued teasing him, opening and closing my legs with deliberate slowness, a thrill ran through me. The power of the moment, the shared secret between us, was intoxicating. I could see the effect it was having on him–the way his breathing deepened, the slight flush that crept up his cheeks, betraying his age.
“Granddad…” I started, my voice a playful whisper, “I hope you’re not getting too… excited by a little leg tease.”He leaned back, resting his hand on the arm of the chair, his eyes dancing with mirth.
“Excited? Me? No, no, love,” he said, his tone conspiratorial. “Just… appreciative of the view, that’s all. And very much enjoying our little game.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I flirted, my legs still open, a daring gleam in my eyes as I held his gaze.”Or do you want to see just how far your cheeky granddaughter is willing to go?”
Granddad’s eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and respect, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register.
“Lily, I wouldn’t dream of stopping you. You’re a grown woman, and if this is what you want… well, an old man like me isn’t about to complain. But remember, this is your grandfather you’re teasing, love.”
“Come and give my kitty a little rub if you like,” I said so boldly.
Granddad’s eyes widened slightly at my boldness, a mix of surprise and unmistakable desire flickering across his features. He shifted in his chair, the motion deliberate and slow, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Lily, you’re playing a dangerous game,” he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air between us. “But if you’re offering, I’d be a fool to turn down such a… tempting invitation.”
He stood up, made his way to the couch, and sat beside me. I draped my leg over his legs so my thigh was resting on his legs. He reached down between my legs and gave my fanny a gentle rub.
“That feels good,” I said as I reached for his zipper. I took out his old cock from his old man briefs. I held his wrinkled, hard cock, “Oh, Granddad, it’s hard, I guess it still works.”
“Of course, it still works, honey,” He moaned as his breath hitched as I wrapped my hand around his hardened cock, the texture of age and experience beneath my fingers. I stroked him slowly as I pulled the foreskin back, he let out a whimper as he still rubbed my now wet fanny.
As I continued the deliberate strokes along Granddad’s length, his breath grew heavier, the aged lines of his face creasing with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
“Lily, love,” Granddad managed between his ragged breaths, his voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. “You’re going to have an old man losing all his composure here.”
I leaned in closer, my eyes locked with his, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “Isn’t that the point, Granddad? To see how far we can go?”
His hand on my fanny was firmer now, the pad of his thumb finding the sensitive nub hidden within the folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine as I rocked my hips gently against his touch.
“Granddad, that’s… oh, “I breathed, my grip on his cock tightening ever so slightly as I stroked him with a renewed fervour. The skin was hot and rigid in my hand, pulsing with each heartbeat, a testament to his enduring vitality. Encouraged by my reaction, Granddad’s ministrations grew bolder. He slid a finger inside me, as I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips as he began to move his finger in slow, deliberate motions, exploring my depths with a tenderness that belied his age.
“Granddad,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire, “you’re full of surprises.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, even as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, overcome by the sensation of my hand on him. “As are you, Lily. As are you.”
I leaned down to take the head of his cock into my mouth. I enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, relishing the taste of him, the warmth, the slight saltiness.
Granddad’s hand found its way to the back of my head, not guiding, but resting with a gentle touch. His other hand with his finger. He adds an extra finger, slowly dipping in and out of my sweet hole.
I cupped his old balls as I had a firm grip on the base of his cock as I bobbed my head up and down.
With Granddad’s fingers expertly working inside my slick fanny, the sensation was overwhelming, the heat building within me to a fever pitch. I hummed around his cock, the vibrations adding another layer to his pleasure.
“Lily, you’re driving an old man wild,” he panted, his voice strained with ecstasy.
I pulled back from his cock with a pop, “Do you want to put your old cock inside me?”
“Lily, my dear,” he managed to say, his voice a low growl, “I’ve wanted nothing more since you first teased me with those tantalising peeks of your fanny. But are you sure this is what you want? There’s no going back after this, love.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear as I started to lie down on the couch.
“Let me give you everything an old man still has to offer.” With that, he got in between my legs and pushed forward, his cock sliding into my slick fanny with a slow, deliberate motion.
“Ahh, yes,” I let out a whimper as he starts to slowly pump in and out of me.
“You’re taking my old manhood pretty well,” he said as he moved up and down my body. His cock slides in and out with ease of my wet fanny.
He starts to unbutton the rest of the buttons on my blouse as he still rocks back and forth with his hips.
As Granddad’s weathered hands deftly undid the last button of my blouse, the fabric fell open, revealing the swell of my breasts, barely contained by the delicate lace of my bra. He paused, his hips stilling, to admire the sight before him.
“Lily,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion, “you’re breathtaking. Let your Granddad see those beautiful breasts.”
With a slow, deliberate movement, I reached behind my back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall away, exposing my bare, pert breasts to his admiring gaze.
“Good girl, Lily, good girl,” he said as he leaned down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling expertly around the sensitive bud. I arched my back, pressing my chest towards him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
His rhythm picked up, his hips moving as each thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside me, eliciting gasps and moans that filled the room. My fanny gripped his cock with each thrust, the walls of my fanny clenching around him, wet and hot.
“Granddad,” I breathed out, my hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt, “you feel so good inside me. Don’t stop, ahh yes.”
I looked down between my legs and watched his old cock pump in and out of my cunt. His old man’s sack swings about and slaps against me.
As Granddad continued his passionate thrusts, his eyes locked onto the mesmerising sight of his cock disappearing into my eager fanny. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through us, the room filled with the sounds of our union–moans, the slick meeting of our bodies, and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
“Yes, Lily, watch how your granddad fills you, how your sweet fanny takes my old cock so perfectly,” he grunted, his voice thick with desire and a hint of awe. The aged lines on his face were etched with concentration and ecstasy as he drove deeper, hitting that spot within me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Ungh, ah yes, Granddad…just like that,” I gasped, my breath hitching with every powerful thrust he gave. My legs wrapped around his waist even tighter than before, pulling him closer, and urging him in even deeper.
With a groan that came from the depths of his being, Granddad picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine with a ferocity that belied his years. Each movement sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, my fanny clenching around his cock, drawing him in further.
“Ahhh… ahhh Mmmm, yes… y-you sure you don’t need… a rest,” I wasn’t sure he could handle me, I mean, a man in his 90s working up a sweat was very impressive.
Granddad’s eyes, gleaming with a mix of pride and desire, met mine as he continued his relentless rhythm. His breath was heavy, his movements a testament to his enduring vitality and the passion he held for this moment.
“Rest? Not a chance with you, Lily,” he grunted, sweat beading on his brow. “Not when you feel this good. When you’re making an old man feel… alive.”
“Granddad, you’re… you’re going to make me…,” I trailed off, my voice lost in a moan as the coil of pleasure tightened within me, oh my god, it felt so good.
“Ungh… oh yes,” he moaned as he then held my hips tight and then pumped the shit out of me.
With each powerful thrust, Granddad drove deeper, his determination and the primal connection between us overpowering any doubts about his age or stamina. His hands gripped my hips with a strength that surprised me, holding me in place as he drove us both closer to the edge.
“Lily, you’re going to… Ahh, yes, you’re going to make me cum,” Granddad growled, his voice raw and filled with unrestrained desire. His rhythm became erratic, his movements more urgent as he chased his release, his cock throbbing and pulsing within my clenching fanny.
I could feel the tension building, my entire body quivering with anticipation. “Granddad, I’m…I’m close, too! Don’t stop, please,” I pleaded, my nails digging into the fabric of the couch beneath me as I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with a fervour matching his own.
“AHHHHH FUCK,” that was it, I couldn’t take it any more, this dirty old man made my fanny squirt like a fountain. I squirted all over his cock and soaked the couch. He was an animal, he just kept on pounding me into the soaked couch.
With a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, Granddad started to jackhammer my pussy and pump in ropes of cum. Spurt after spurt until he’s old man’s dick had no more juice to give my hungry fanny.
“Lily, ah… oh God,” he exclaimed, his voice a husky whisper now, each word punctuated by the aftershocks of his orgasm. He collapsed gently on top of me, his chest pressed against my tits.
“Lily,” he murmured, his voice laced with affection and a hint of disbelief at what had transpired. “You’ve…you’ve made an old man very, very happy.”
“Haha I honestly got scared you were going to have a heart attack just then,” I laughed softly, my breath still heavy but laced with warmth and a touch of mischief.”But you, Granddad, you’ve proven age is just a number, haven’t you? And what a performance!”
He chuckled, the sound of a deep, contented rumble against my chest. “Well, my dear Lily,” he said, lifting his head to meet my gaze, his eyes twinkling with a mix of exhaustion and deep satisfaction. “I suppose there’s still a bit of life left in these old bones yet. And sharing it with you…it’s been more than I could have ever imagined. I hope your mum doesn’t find out, she would kill me.”
Granddad, his breathing slowly returning to normal, leaned on one elbow to gaze at me with a mixture of affection and mischief twinkling in his eyes. “A secret between us then, Lily,” he whispered, his voice still rough from our intense encounter. “Just you and your old Granddad, enjoying life’s… finer moments.”
I nodded, a playful smile on my lips, my body still humming from the experience. “Our little secret, Granddad. But I have to say, you’ve given me quite the story to tell–though I think I’ll keep this one to myself.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and rich, as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from my face.”Stories are what keep us young, love, and this one… well, it’s a tale for the ages, isn’t it?”
“Well..” I was cut off by a knock on the door, I quickly grabbed my bra and started to put it back on. I stood up and adjusted my skirt as Granddad was putting his cock away while shouting, “I am coming.”
I quickly buttoned my blouse, the fabric smooth against my skin, still warm from the heat of our passion. I smoothed down my skirt, just in time as he opened the door. It was Mum and Dad.
She walked into the room and hugged me, “I am sorry for today, honey I don’t want to fall out with my only girl. You are very sweaty, are you ok.”
“Y-yeah,” I looked over at Granddad and back at my mum, “it’s this weather, it’s so damn hot.”
Mum looked between us, her gaze finally resting on Granddad, who had now composed himself, a picture of innocence. “Well, it’s good to see you’re both getting along,” she said, her tone softening. “I suppose I overreacted earlier.”
“Absolutely, Mum,” I replied, my voice steady, though my heart was still racing from the intensity of our secret moments. “Granddad has been a perfect gentleman… and a great companion.”
Granddad, standing beside me, nodded in agreement, a twinkle still lingering in his eye.”Just enjoying the company of my favourite Granddaughter and the stories she brings to light.”
Mum smiled, the tension from earlier dissipating. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. Maybe we could all have dinner together tonight, if you’re feeling up to it, Dad?”
“Have you been keeping your Granddad on his toes?” my Dad said as Granddad chuckled.
“Lily sure did, she as a lot of energy in her, she sure kept me busy,” Granddad replied, his voice laced with a playful undertone that only I seemed to catch, a reminder of the shared secret still tingling in the air between us.
As we went into the kitchen, I got Granddad to the side, “You might want to hide your present I left you earlier on the bathroom floor, don’t want Mum to find them.”
Granddad’s eyes widened in a mix of surprise and amusement at my whispered reminder, his expression quickly shifting to a conspiratorial grin. “Ah, Lily, you’re a clever one,” he whispered back, his voice low and filled with warmth. “Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure to retrieve that little memento… for safekeeping.”
He left the room to go get my panties as I went into the kitchen to sit down at the table. Mum’s eyes on me, “Lily… you sure everything is ok. I mean, I don’t want to bring this up, but. Did he behave himself, I mean, was he good?”
“Oh yeah, he was good,” I said as Granddad came back to join us.
Mum’s question hung in the air, her concern genuine, yet laced with the undercurrent of her earlier apprehensions.I met her gaze squarely, a smile playing on my lips, carefully balancing the truth with the need to protect our shared secret.
“Absolutely, Mum,” I assured her, reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle squeeze. “Granddad’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman. He’s shared stories, laughed with me, and even got through the awkward bits with his usual charm.”
Granddad, now seated beside me, nodded in agreement, his expression warm and open. “Your daughter has a way of bringing light into any room, and today was no exception. We’ve had a grand time, just the two of us, enjoying each other’s company.”
Dad, sensing the ease in the conversation, added with a grin, “Well, I’m glad to hear it. Sounds like you two have had quite the adventure.” As Mum and Dad began to prepare dinner, the atmosphere in the kitchen shifted to one of comfortable familiarity, the earlier tension now a distant memory.
Granddad leaned in slightly, his voice a soft murmur meant only for my ears. “Lily, thank you for today. For showing an old man he’s still got a bit of life in him. And for the… special moments we shared. Also, thank you for those panties, mmm, very sexy.”
I turned to him, “You are welcome Granddad, I should visit next time on my own.”
The end.
