I'm Juliette, I'm 25. My mum is a wreck since my dad died 7 years ago, so I spent a lot of time with my 74 year old Grandad (Fred) and his two best mates, Rob and Barry. They may have been a generation level above me, they were like father and kindly uncles. Each Friday I would waitress on their card games, with their friends from the neighbourhood. There was a lot of banter especially as I got older, but not crossing the line and no touching!
I was close to Grandad, but not in that way. I spent a lot of time with him, but sadly he had a heart attack, I mean no history of heart attack, but Grandad died from his first one, it really was not fair.
He was Mums dad, but I arranged the funeral with help from Rob and Barry and today is the day! I was staying at his place, soon to be mine as he had bypassed my ungrateful mum in the will. It made sense to get ready at Grandads place as I already had a room there and it is where we would come back to for the wake.
As I said, I'm 25, bottle blond hair, down to the top of my butt, brown eyes, slim 32B, I like to keep my pussy smooth and I have a pert bubble butt. I'm a junior solicitor in a large Legal firm. They are putting me through college and I am a rising star, or so I'm told. Grandad is, sorry was, proud of me.
At his funeral I wanted him to be proud of me, proud of how I looked for him. Standing naked in front of the mirror, freshly showered and shaved of all body hair, I sat back on my bedside chair put on my garter belt, slowly rolled my silk stockings up each leg, taking my time, clipping each stocking to the belt, then black thong and half cup bra. I stood up and admired myself in the mirror, doing a quick twirl!
"This is for you Grandad!"
I was Grandads' little girl, we flirted throughout my life as children often do with "safe" relatives and so it proved with Grandad. One last look at how I would have liked him to see me. Silk white slightly translucent blouse, and a mid-thigh black tailored skirt suit, the very model of a legal professional. I felt good, I looked good, ready for a difficult day!
So many emotions, sadness, happiness, regret, celebration, desire to laugh, desire to cry ... it was all there. I was in turmoil. I needed to be strong and was going to be. I took the stairs ready to greet the mourners travelling with the hearse to the crematorium.
It was a lovely ceremony and while we were away the caterers set up the house. About fifty people came back to celebrate Grandads life. Rob had put together a show on a continuous loop of his life, boy he looked good as a teen in his swimming gear and his football kit. There were various pictures of him with beautiful models draped over him.
Drinks were drunk, stories were told and gradually people left, until there were around 10 of us, Mum had left with her cohorts and bags of drink early on, I cannot say I was not pleased as they saw this as more of a party for themselves and not a celebration of Grandads life. Mums latest boyfriend also kept on making lewd comments about me and openly checking out my boobs, before giving them a rough squeeze on his way out much to Mums amusement. Once they left I relaxed, after all his real friends were still there to see the evening through, especially Rob and Barry
I'll admit to being a little drunk, very emotional. As I chatted to Grandads friends, Rob and Barry standing either side of me. It was comforting to feel them stroking my back calming me. It felt nice, in fact it felt more than nice , I was feeling a tingle, surely not, I mean its Grandads Funeral and Rob and Barry were just comforting me, weren't they?
If they were comforting me, every now and then they touched my butt, just lightly just fleetingly. Or was it just my imagination? I know I flirted with them and Granddad many times, but they had never shown any signs of interest. Maybe he had been my guardian angel and now I was fair game.
As the wake ended, friends left until it was just the three of us and they stayed on to help me clear up, ready for the caterers to collect the next morning, finally just past midnight we finished exhausted and ready for another drink, to toast (slightly insensitive as we had just cremated him) Grandad, his three most important people since Gran had died 20 years ago. I sank back into the couch, my skirt slightly up revealing my stocking tops, , Rob and Barry sat either side of me. As emotion, alcohol and exhaustion began to take over me, I snuggled into Rob and drifted to sleep.
I felt protected, as I had all day, my daddies protecting me.
Seeing me asleep, Rob stroked my hair, kissed my forehead, Barry ran his hand along my thigh from knee to stocking top. I responded opening my legs, snuggling deeper into Robs chest. The stroking became a little more daring and my dreams became hotter.
For many years, Grandad had shared me with his friends, not just as a Grandad, but as a sexual being. Unbeknown to me there was a sophisticated CCTV system in the house and the area with the most cameras was in my bedroom and bathroom. Since I was legal, they had seen my every movement, like the Truman show but X Rated, for nudity, for self-pleasure, from innocence to fingering and finally the extensive use of toys. My online activity was monitored and they knew I was no innocent.
