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Subject: Granddad Part 1 (m/f)
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Drifter Granddad 1/?
SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS
Granddad.
Chapter 1
Grand Dad, better known as William Miller, Bill to all his friends is
my
father-in-law and I am Kathy Miller. He is Granddad when my 18 year old
daughters are around. But to me he is my "Pop" and I love him dearly, I
had
never had a father, he died when I was very young. My husband's father had
filled that gap so thoroughly I never thought of him as my in-law. He was just
my Pop.
From the moment I met him I was terribly drawn to him. He made me feel so
welcome in the family. He was bright, well educated, fun, gentle and handsome.
If I hadn't been dating his son I would have been terribly attracted to him as
a man, I'm not so sure that I wasn't.
When his wife of 30 some odd years, my mother-in-law, passed away,
the family was shocked and relieved. She had been sick for some time and in
a
great deal of pain. Everyone said it was for the best. I don't know, I was
never close to either my mother or my mother-in-law. Somehow I was always
closer to men than women.
But in all the others the grief was so thick you could taste it in the air
so she must have had something going for her at one point. Now, a year
later,
thankfully, everyone had gradually started to heal. A full year after the
funeral my husband's father was coming for his first solo visit with us. I had
missed him sorely.
We (mostly me) had planned well for our intended purpose. No General ever
worked harder on their strategic plan. We, again mostly me, were intent on
getting Pop to move to our city, either in with us in the guest bedroom or in
the small apartment over the garage or into his own apartment somewhere near
by.
My husband was not to enthusiastic about it but also didn't say no. For the
next two weeks he would be staying in our guest room and that would give me
some
time to try and convince him.
The day he arrived he hit our house like a whirlwind. Grabbing first
one then the other of us in his great bear hug. His energy and zest for life
was greater than even I remembered. My husband was shaking his head... almost
angry. My daughters were laughing and delighted with the arrival of their
Granddad. Then he came to me. His arms went around me and her lifted me off
the floor as he hugged me to him.
Then he kissed me on the lips tendrly, so light it belied the power of the man.
All I could do is wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. I felt
terribly excited just by being with the man. My Pop had returned.
My husband, his son, had made his apologies and returned to work. He was
in construction like Pop had been before him and he had to get back to the
job site.
I thought he seemed almost gruff as he talked to his father. After Paul
left I walked up to Pop and hugged him again. He hugged me back
enthusiastically and I enjoyed it immensely. I thrilled at the exuberance of
the man. Then still in his arms I looked up at him and asked,
"Is there something wrong between you and Paul?"
"Nothing to worry about Kitten."
"OK Pop, but I know you are fibbing to me. Come into the kitchen and
talk to me while I start dinner."
He followed me and soon was ensconced in a kitchen chair with a beer in
front of him. I felt his eyes following me as I started our evening meal.
Each
time I looked over at him I caught him looking at me, or rather at my body. I
couldn't resist smiling inside..I like to be looked over by men.
I'm in pretty good shape to have had two kids. Each time I worked hard
to get my figure back and I'm proud to say I'm still a 37c - 23 - 35, just
like the day Paul and I married. My breasts sag a bit more now but they are
still firm and bounce nicely I'm told. My ass is tight and trim and attracts
a lot of comment on the construction sites.
Any time I want my ego boosted I just have to visit Paul at a work site. As
you can tell I'm proud of my body. I enjoy it and the pleasures it gives me...
that is when Paul is home. He works so hard and is gone a lot. But the
company, our company, is doing well. Well enough that I no longer have to work
in the office.
Although I miss the whistles and sexual comments I got daily at the sites.
Now I found my self polishing a silver plate. As I briskly rubbed the
clothe over it I could feel my breasts sway back and forth. I knew Pop was
enjoying the view when I glanced over at him and saw him smiling as he stared
at
my boobs swaying. I don't know what happened but in a second things changed
and
I realized I was teasing Pop. I laughed to myself and thought, that's one
way
to get him to stay.
He stirred me from my thoughts and I heard him say,
"Forgive me Kathy... I was just admiring you darling. You are as
beautiful as you were the day I met you. How do you do it. You look like a
teen-ager."
I turned and smiled at him and said,
"Pop you are so full of it. But thank you. A girl always loves to hear
complements like that.... it's been a long time since I heard such nice talk
from that son of yours. He is always too busy working to even notice."
"I know love, I was the same when I was his age. So wrapped up in career.
Now that June is gone I wish I had spent more time with her. Oh well no
since crying over spilt milk."
"You miss her a lot don't you?"
"Yeah I do.... the others since then just aren't the same...."
I looked at him startled... then I recovered as I realized, that of
course he would be dating again, he is a vibrant vigorous man. He has needs
just like I do.
But I felt a twinge of jealousy and I said,
"Having trouble making connections Pop?"
"Hell no darlin' making connection is easy, getting laid is easy...
it's finding someone to talk to that's hard."
"Pop... you are too much. A lot of guys your age would just sit... I'm
glad your not. Tell me about it."
"Ahhh darlin' if I could find someone like you... but all they want now
is a good time dancing or partying and then into the sack. Wham bam and
goodnight. I don't mean to sound unappreciative. These young ladies are
talented in the sack, and willing, and assertive and I love all that. But
then like June taught me, I want to cuddle and talk and work up gradually to
the next tussle, if you know what I mean."
"Pop you are priceless. Yes I understand tussle. Some women would kill
for a guy like you."
And I realized I was wishing Paul had more of his father in him and
less of his mother. I also realized I envied the women he was dating. Then I
asked, "How old are these ladies you are dating?"
"Oh golly... from 28 to 55. But most of them 35 to 40. It seems to be
the best group if they would just slow down and enjoy."
Damn that's my age group. I am 36, no wonder he was looking me over... he
is dating my peers. I smiled at him and said,
"Pop... you know you are dating women my age."
I felt his eyes roam over my body and then in a second he said,
"I know Kathy and I enjoy the hell out of them... if I could just talk
to them like this."
"Have you tried? After the sex, or tussle, do you try to talk?"
"Yeah darlin'... but all they want to talk about was how great they got
off, or how many times they got off, or how I stretched them so and such.... I
want to know what they do when they aren't screwing some body's head off and
counting how many times they cum."
I couldn't help laughing... these women were paying him one hell of a
complement and he could not care less. Then I felt warm inside as I
thought, he must be damned good in bed.
Dinner was about ready and the phone rang. Paul would be out til after
midnight... again... the damn union wanted to talk some more. I swore and
told him I missed him and hurry home....
I told Pop and called the girls to set the table. The girls are Poly
15 and Peggy 16. I am proud to say they take after their Mom and are
sweethearts. They are darling young ladies just coming into womanhood. I had
very little time before I would have young boys all over the place. Peggy
already had her following.
They set the table and Pop talked to them about school, boys,
activities. They loved him, for among other reasons, cause he made them feel
so special. He did have that knack. Over dinner I learned more about Peggy's
boyfriends than I had learned in the previous 6 months she had been dating.
She just gushed out to Pop:
which boy was her favorite, how she had to spank their hands when they got to
grabby. The same with Polly, I didn't even know she had a boy friend. They
couldn't date but I found out they had been making out, kissing only, in the
movie. I was careful to not act too motherly and by the end of dinner we were
all closer than we had been in years. I looked over at this man and I wanted
to kiss him for this prize he had provided me. I vowed to follow his gentle
example more..
Pop volunteered to clear the table and the girls each gave him a big hug
and
told him they were glad he was going to be around, at least for a while. They
disappeared and he and I started clearing the table, I found myself picking
up on the previous conversation, "Do you have any one special now Pop?"
"No Kathy.... I'm still looking. I don't mean to embarrass you, but I
realized as we have been talking, that I'm looking for someone like you. It's
a shame you don't have a twin sister around somewhere. You are beautiful and
damned sexy, if you don't mind me saying so. You are smart, sweet, soft spoken
and caring. If I found someone like you I would go for them in a minute.
That's for sure."
I had never been so flattered in my life... he did have the knack...
yet I knew he meant every word and I was overwhelmed... I couldn't stop the
tear in my eye. he saw my eyes watering and he stepped over to me and pulled
me in his arms gently patting my back,
"Oh kitten... I'm sorry. my big mouth.... forgive me .. what did I say
wrong?"
"Nothing you sweetheart... you just made me feel like the hottest thing
since sliced bread.... like some beautiful exotic queen.... thank you my dear
lovely Pop. I do love you so much."
He was still holding me in his arms and I raised up and kissed his lips
softly. I was stunned by the feeling I had as if I had been shocked. He
felt it too and I had the hardest time not kissing him again... with a real
kiss... a lovers kiss.
Instead I pulled away with great regret and went back to clearing the
table. He was quiet and so was I. I knew we had both felt it, felt the
incredible draw between us. The kitchen clean we moved to the living room.
For the next hour he told me stories about his life. How he had worked and
fought his way up, self educated, until he owned one of the largest
construction
companies in the country. None of it was bragging. He was really very self
effacing in his story. I loved listening to him.
The girls had come in and listened for awhile and then when I insisted,
they kissed us both goodnight and went to bed.
I excused my self and changed my clothes. I was getting uncomfortable
in my bra and dress. I usually wore sweat suits with nothing on beneath them.
Today I had dressed up for Pop and now I had to get out of them. In my bedroom
I slowly undressed in front of the mirror and wondered how I measured up to
some of Pop's girlfriends. Soon I took off that damned bra. My breast stood
up pretty damn good I thought. I turned one way and then the other and smiled
as I realized I was wondering how Pop would react if he saw me like this.
I embarrassed myself and turned away from the mirror blushing. I
slipped into my thin nightgown and my floor length robe. I combed my hair and
washed my face.
I never wore make up but it made me feel better. Then I headed for the
living room and my darling Pop.
He was sitting on one end of the couch watching TV. When I came into the
room he started to turn the set off. I told him to watch if he liked, I
would just cuddle up with him and watch with him. I sat close to him and
leaned
into his side. His arm went around me and he hugged me gently. We sat like
that until the show we were watching was over then I clicked the set off and
looked at him, so comfortable in his arms.
"Pop... why don't you move in with us? You said you didn't have anyone
special and we... I would love for you to. Paul is gone most of the time,
you are great company to me, the girls adore you....."
The question hung in the air for a moment. Then Pop leaned over and
kissed
my cheek,
"Ahh Kathy... you do know how to tempt a man. It all sound so good...
but it wouldn't work. I love you sweetheart for asking, for wanting me. But
there are a couple of very big reasons it wouldn't work. First there is my
son.
He and I would be into the old arguments before the week was out... he is mad
at
me for dating again.
When he was at home we barely tolerated each other.... I love him Kathy but
I think we are to much alike to live under the same roof."
I mentally decided the garage apartment would fix all of that and I
smiled at him and said,
"I know how to get around that Pop, you said there were two reasons."
"The other one is damned personal kitten... are you sure you want to
know?"
"Pop, I would do anything to keep you here... please tell me... I have
enjoyed tonight more than you will ever know. I love you so much, I enjoy
being
with you, please tell me the other reason."
"OK darlin'... the other reason is you.... I am ....damned attracted to
you. I always have been.... being around you for just a couple of days I can
control myself.
But I'm afraid if I were with you much longer I would make a huge fool of
myself."
My God... he wants me as a woman... he wants to make love to me... My head
whirled as I tried to digest what he had just said. I never would have
dreamed. I felt my pulse raging... I found it hard to speak. I looked up at
him and felt nothing but love and excitement.
He took my silence for shock and disgust I guess cause after a second he
said, "I will make some excuse tomorrow and leave. Forget I mentioned it. I
had no right."
I put my hand up to his lips, I felt my full breast press into his
chest. I was getting turned on rapidly.... but most of all I was confused by
my
feelings.
"Hush .... don't even talk about leaving... I've got you here for at
least two weeks... we will work something out. I want you to relax and just be
with me. I know we can work this out. I will never forgive you if you leave
before
I've had my time with you."
I felt his lips on mine, lightly kissing me. Not the kiss of a father
but that of a tentative lover. I was thrilled by the kiss.... But I slowly
pulled away. I smiled at him and said,
"This is one of the hardest things I have ever done but I am going to
bed... alone. Goodnight... I love you. We will talk tomorrow when things are
calmer...."
And I forced myself to go to bed..... I slept the sleep of the
restless. I woke up every hour or so. Paul had come home and was fast asleep.
I thought of Pop just down the hall and wondered what I was going to do. As I
looked at Paul I thought,
My dear husband... if you only knew the thoughts in your wife's head.
end part 1
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