Jeff and I didn't get to mess around again for several days. We accompanied Pops to his office during the day. Pops enjoyed having us in the office with him and we enjoyed going. There were always a few old war stories with a few good life lessons thrown in along the way. We also enjoyed his visiting with his office staff, Lucy and Debbie. If one didn't know my grandfather better, one would assume he was a cad. He never seemed to hire an assistant unless she was drop dead gorgeous, and preferably blonde. He said that they were remarkably efficient, but I often thought that was by sheer luck, not design. I had never seen him do anything inappropriate though, and I knew that every one of the girls that worked for him over the years, he'd had helped significantly. He was just a kind, old man with a big heart and an eye for a smart, pretty girl that needed a hand.
I'm sure he'd changed little over the years. He'd met our Granny, Tish, at a base dance during the war. She was a pretty, vivacious English girl and was working at a munitions factory, adjacent to his air base. Somehow, she eventually fell in love with this crazy B-17 pilot from Texas. He told her that he would he would always come home to her, through all the fires of hell and everything the Luftwaffe could throw at him. She had believed, but she always worried.
Granny's parents and two little sisters had been killed in her home town of Coventry in November 1940. She had been at work on the night shift in another munitions factory, when the raid occurred. Ironically, the German pilots had missed the factory she was working in and leveled her adjacent home neighborhood. She had told us over the years about the guilt she'd felt afterwards. She'd said that she finally had come to peace with it one spring day in 1945. That was the day she saw Pops' B-17 wing in low over the base for the last time after a big raid on Berlin. Pops asked her for her hand that day and they were married soon after they made it back home to the ranch outside Midland.
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The evenings that first week, we were hanging out with Jeannie. If it was possible, she more pretty and sexy than she had been the last time I'd seen her. I was curious if she was still as shy as she was last summer. We never seemed to find ourselves alone so that I could find out. Likewise, Jeff and I never found ourselves alone either. As it turned out, summer vacation was about to get even more interesting.
That Friday night, we had reservations at a steakhouse owned by friends of my grandparents. It was a nice place, so we all dressed accordingly. Jeff and I were wearing slacks and button up shirts. I wore some leather loafers with no socks. My grandparents, Jeff and I loaded up in Pop's conversion van and drove down the street to pick up Aunt Barbs and Jeannie. Jeannie was wearing a very pretty red dress, tan nylons and sexy, black heels. She looked amazing. We smiled at each other when she got in.
"What," she asked with a smile.
"Nothing, you look really great tonight." I said, smiling back.
"Thanks." She grinned at me.
We arrived at the restaurant and were seated in a big booth. Jeff and Jeannie were seated on either side of me. Just as we got our salads, I felt a smooth and silky foot sliding around my ankle. I looked over at her, but Jeannie was just looking at our grandmother as she told a story about one of the charities she helped with. Her face was vacant as she nibbled on some lettuce. As we continued to listen, I felt her foot push its way up my pants and start rubbing higher on my calf.
I had long been a fan of legs in nylon and had even tried my mom's pantyhose on many times. I loved the way they felt. Jeannie had great legs and I always loved seeing her wear them. She continued stroking my leg even through dessert. After Pops paid the bill, we filed out and back out to the van.
Jeannie got to the van ahead of Jeff and me. She got in first and crawled in the back seat, where Jeff and I had sat on the way to dinner. I joined her and we were soon headed back home. It was dark by then, and it would be a 45-minute drive back home. I noticed within 5 minutes, both Jeff and Aunt Barbs were asleep in the seat in front of us. Jeannie scooted over a little bit and leaned her head on my shoulder. She had done that so many times on car rides. I whispered to her, "are you sleepy, too?"
"No, not really." She answered. My left arm was still between us. It was uncomfortable so I moved it, thinking I would put it across the back of the seat. When I moved, she reached up and pulled my arm around her shoulders. She surprised me by then stretching her legs across mine and snuggling in closer.
"Would you mind rubbing my feet?" She whispered. "These shoes are a little too small now and they pinch my feet. That's why I took them off at dinner."
"Sure," I whispered back. That explained why she took her shoes off, but not why she was teasing me with her nylon covered foot, I thought! I took her shoes off and sat them on the floor of the van. I started with her cute little right foot. I could tell with the traffic lights, her toe nails were painted a bright red. I thought that was sexy as hell peaking trough her nylons. I began to rub her foot and I could feel the indentions where her shoes had pinched her feet. I massaged those areas slowly and I saw her smile.
I couldn't believe I was sensuously rubbing her sexy feet, not three feet from her sleeping mother and brother. I guess I should have been able to, after all her brother and I had done a few days before.
"That feels really great, thanks," she whispered.
I just smiled at her in the darkness, since I was having the time of my life. I'd never had the opportunity to experience touching a silky pair of legs, and I made up for it that night. I took my left arm from around her so that I could have both hands. My massage soon moved away from her pretty little feet to her firm calves. Her gymnastics career had developed quite a set of legs. My hands glided up and down both silky calves, but I always stopped at her knees. I could sense some impatience on her part each time I stopped.
"I might need massaged a little further up too." She whispered her suggestion in my ear.
I looked at her, my face a question. She simply nodded yes. She took my left hand and brought my arm back around her shoulders. I squeezed her closely to me as my right hand again approached her knee. This time my hand glided up past her knee and just under the hem of her skirt. I traced my way back down on the other supple thigh. I continued like that for a while. Even though she had said it was okay, I didn't want to go too far, given her shyness the previous summer.
She shifted around a bit in the seat and her knees parted ever so slightly. She looked up at me and when our eyes met, she nodded again. From her knee, my hand glided up the inside of her nylon covered thigh. I got about as far as before and prepared to stop. She responded by opening her legs more. Now I faced a decision. Should I? I looked at her again. She was watching me intently. I felt her shift around some more and felt her legs part even further. That made up my mind for me. My hand continued up between her pantyhose clad thighs. I soon reached where they met.
I began to gently rub the very tops of her thighs. Along that little crease where they met her hips. The pantyhose held her so tightly and I loved the way she felt through them. My hand grazed her pantyhose-covered pussy and I heard her let her breath out slowly. As I rubbed around with my fingers, I realized the pantyhose she was wearing were very sheer. They weren't the control-top type that my mom wore and that I was familiar with from my own experimentation. There was just a single seam where the two legs joined and it didn't seem that they had the little cotton piece that was usually found in gusset. I found myself wondering what she looked like in them under her dress. I continued to rub and explore, before I finally realized that she was not even wearing panties. I lightly rubbed the lips of her womanhood and looked at her. She simply smiled.
I felt her wetness with the tips of my fingers. It was driving me wild to be touching her like that. I felt the van slow and I realized Pops was exiting I-20. We'd be home in about 15 minutes.
Knowing time was not on my side, I wanted to make the most of this experience. I circled her clit with my thumb as I cupped her mound in my hand, lightly rubbing her labia. It was difficult since I had my hand up her dress at an awkward angle. She was getting fidgety and was squirming around against me. I realized my cock was painfully hard in my slacks, but all but forgotten as I touched my sexy cousin in her most intimate spot. Her movement caused her silky, leg to brush against my cock. She noticed what had happened. I had hoped she would grab it, but she didn't. She just rubbed it with her leg. As I usually preferred, I hadn't worn underwear and her silky leg was sliding up and down my cock with only the fabric of my slacks separating the two.
I continued to rub her and I watched as she closed her eyes. I really wanted to get her off like I did Katie the previous summer. The van turned off the state highway towards my grandparent's house. We were going to be home any minute. I knew she was going shopping the next morning with Barbs and Sandy, so I figured she'd stay at her own house. I redoubled my efforts hoping I wasn't too rough with her. I felt Jeannie quiver and she grabbed my right forearm. She pushed her face against my chest. I felt a sharp pain and almost yelled in surprise. She had bit me! She looked back up just as Pops turned into the neighborhood.
"I'm sorry about that," she whispered. I smiled and shook my head.
She sat up and got her shoes back on. We stopped first to let Aunt Barbs out. She and Jeff had finally woken up. Jeff murmured something about going with me to our grandparents, but his mom insisted he stay home that night. I figured Jeannie would get out too. The rest of my night was going to be Uncle Billy's magazine collection and my own right hand, I thought.
"Mom, I'm going to spend the night at Pops and Granny's tonight." Jeannie said, much to my surprise.
"Ok, but you and Timmy need to go to bed, and not stay up late. We're going to leave early for our shopping trip." Barbs reminded her.
"I know Mom. We won't stay up too late." Jeannie said.
"Goodnight, Barbs," I added.
"Night, Timmy," She replied.
We got to my grandparents and all walked in the house. My grandparents announced they were going to turn in. Their bedroom was on the other side of the huge house, so providing we didn't set off a bomb, we weren't likely to disturb them. I followed Jeannie up the stairs, admiring her shapely legs in those silky pantyhose.
"You want to go swimming?" She asked, when we reached the upstairs landing.
"Yeah, but it's getting late. Your mom told us..." I tried to reply.
"Would you stop??" She cut me off. "I'm not tired, are you?"
"No, not really." I replied.
"Then let's do it!!" She smiled.
She turned to go to Aunt Leslie's bedroom. I grabbed my trunks from my bathroom and walked into the middle bedroom that was "mine". As I undressed, my cock was still really hard. I'd loved touching Jeannie in the van. I couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night would bring. When I was naked, I looked in the dresser mirror and saw the bite mark she'd left on my chest. It was very prominent. I'd have to ask her what that was all about!
I was dressed and waiting for her, when she walked out Leslie's bedroom. She was wearing one of Leslie's sexy coverups and she had her up in a bun.