Erica looked out the window of her house by the beach at the sad teenage girl walking toward it.
"Poor thing," she said. "Hope everything's OK."
The poor thing was Erica's sexy teen granddaughter, Amy, a willowy, beautiful blonde who often visited her grandmother, taking in the beach and carrying on with local boys. Erica, equally beautiful for a woman her age, loved all her grandchildren equally, and was the one they'd turn to during difficult times.
Erica, 65, was the perfect grandmother, always there when needed, the quintessential doting granny, fresh cookies and big hugs always at the ready. She was also drop-dead gorgeous, a stately five-foot-nine and very athletic 135 pounds, with silvery silky hair hanging to her shoulders, loving big brown eyes and trim figure, with the slightest of paunches around her middle, the usual sags and wrinkles of a woman her age looking anything but usual. She had long, strong legs, slightly flabby arms, and a smooth blanket of tanned, freckled skin over all.
She looked at herself in the mirror as Amy trudged up the steps, thinking what she could do to help her beloved granddaughter. She smiled, a slight pucker of wrinkles around her mouth, looking into the cleavage of her short, floral summery dress, her sexy neck creased with somewhat saggy flesh, wrinkles that folded down to her beautiful, 34C tits.
She knew what she could do. What she always did.
"Amy, what's wrong?" she said, opening the door to let the pretty girl in, watching her sexy body walk by covered in a flimsy white cover up over a flimsier tiny white bikini.
"Jimmy," Amy sighed, walking to the couch and flopping on it, depression on her pretty face. "Again, he gets me all worked up and..."
Erica waited, though she knew the answer and then offered it.
"He leaves you wanting? Gets you all hot and bothered, probably gets himself off and then you're on your own?" she said with a gentle smile. "Typical boy, typical boy..."
"Grandma, you're so smart!" Amy gushed. "Yeah, same old story..."
Erica smiled, sitting next to Amy on the couch to her right, putting an arm around her and hugging her close, stroking her sad face with the other hand. They sat in silence for a moment, Amy snuggling closer, her slim legs folded up and over her grandma's.