When I stepped through the sliding glass door to our back deck, I heard the slow rumble of the hot tub to my left and saw my grandmother, Emily, lower herself in the water a few inches.
"Teddy, I wasn't expecting you." She said in a surprised tone of voice.
"Oh, sorry, Grandmom. I finished early and thought I would read out here." I said, weakly holding up a copy of a textbook from my initial Engineering course.
Grandmom sort of smiled and scooched lower in the frothing water. "Will you be long, dear?" She asked sweetly.
"I just need to read the next chapter for class Wednesday." I answered, heading to one of the chaises on the deck.
Grandmom looked into the bubbling water that was now around her neck and smiled weakly. "Teddy, I'm afraid I need you to go back inside and up to your room." She said meekly, never raising her head.
I looked at her quizzically. Suddenly, I realized what Grandmom's dilemma might be. "You need some privacy?" I asked, with a broad smile and a quick giggle.
She looked up and laughed with a hiccup in her voice. "Yes. I need a moment of privacy to get out of the tub." She said with a kind voice. The kind, sweet, voice she always used with everyone.
I retreated to the glass door saying, "Sure, Grandmom" over my shoulder and re-entered the house. I slid the glass door shut. Then I immediately bolted up to the second floor and took a sequestered position next to the upper window that overlooked the part of our back deck that had a vantage point above our hot tub.
I was quick enough that Grandmom was still in the tub, stretching an arm to turn off the jets. I took a deep breath as she slowly raised herself from the now-still water and took a ginger step over the rim and reached for a towel. Even though I knew the outcome, I was surprised to see my Grandmother emerge naked from the tub and quickly wrap herself in a large beach towel. She tucked the towel expertly to create a sarong and made a quick move to the glass door, where she disappeared from my line of sight. I quickly walked to my own bedroom and closed my door as I had promised.
"Jeez-us!" I thought to myself as I lay on my bed remembering the brief glimpse of my grandmother naked as she emerged from the hot tub. I had dropped my textbook on the far corner of the bed and I lowered my hand to my crotch as I tried to keep remembering the sight of her naked body. In a moment, I heard the soft padding of her bare feet in the hallway outside my room and then a soft click as she closed her bedroom door behind her.
I laid there gently playing with myself through my jeans as I aimlessly thought about naked Grandmom, Jeannie Ellison, the hot girl in my Engineering class, and then a procession of mental images of porn girls from my online adventures. Suddenly, there was a soft knock on my door.
"Teddy?" It was Grandmom at the door.
I quickly scooped up my discarded textbook, opened it randomly and said, "Yeah."
"May I come in, Teddy?" She asked, muffled by the door.
"Oh, sure, Grandmom." I said, hoping to sound natural.
The door opened slowly and Grandmom entered bashfully. She was now wearing a blue sundress, her face was red from the sun (or embarrassment, perhaps) and she was barefoot. "Teddy." she started as she approached the bed and sat down at the foot of the mattress. "I hope that what you saw just now is just between you and me. I'd prefer that your mother not know about it."
"Grandmom, there's nothing wrong about using the hot tub." I said as though it was perfectly natural.
"I think you know what I mean, Teddy." She said quietly, raising her eyes to meet mine. "I know you saw me when I got out of the tub."
"What?" I said, trying to be nonchalant.
"Don't lie to your grandmother, Teddy. Did you see me without my clothes on?" She asked directly.
"Yes." I 'fessed up.
She smiled softly at having coaxed the confession from me. "I need the hot tub for my health." She said. "And it's better without a swimsuit. I only use it like that when I know that nobody's home." She finished.
"I understand." I said and nodded, pretending to look at the textbook.
Grandmom slapped the bed and said, "Good. Since you have irregular hours here, you may find me there again and I would appreciate if you respected my privacy. Ok, Teddy?" She said sweetly, but with a pinch of vinegar in her voice, too.
She raised herself from the bed and returned to my door to leave. Just before she slipped out, I blurted, "Grandmom, you're fine."
She turned back at me and smiled. "Thanks, Teddy." Then she disappeared.
It was true what I said. Grandmom Emily was a fine looking woman. She was my mother's mother. My mother is a good-looking woman at age 44 and grandmom is only 62, having gotten pregnant and married right after high school to my late grandfather. I had seen family photos of Grandmom when she was younger in the '70's when my Mom was only a girl and she was a prize. Big puffy hairdo's, short dresses in the style of the day, funny platform shoes, and she showed the pretty smile in those early years that she still retained today. When I was in my teens, and she in her fifties, she still was a beautiful woman with frosted blonde hair and a good figure, bustier after childbirth to my mother and my aunt and uncle and, in my opinion, was a MILF before the term had even been coined.
I couldn't concentrate on my textbook after Grandmom left. The quick flash of her bare breasts and her surprisingly well-preserved shape and legs was running through my head on a loop. I realized I shouldn't be having these thoughts about Grandmom, so I got off the bed and went downstairs.
I heard kitchen noises so I went there and saw Grandmom washing some dishes in the sink. She was in the blue sundress, still barefoot. I took up a position next to her, picked up a drying towel and began wiping the clean dishes.
