*All characters are over 18 years of age*
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"Im so glad I got hold of you Sweetie!" my gran's voice sounded panicked down the phone.
I sat up in bed and winced at the pain in my head and the sudden feeling of nausea. It took a split second to promise myself never to drink that amount of tequila again. But what is the weekend after your 19th birthday for other than to drink and then drink some more?!
"Whats up Grandma?" I mumbled. It was not unusual for my Gran to sound panicked, that was her general tone these days since Grandpa's operation.
"Jessica, the hospital has given me the wrong medication for your Grandpa," she flustered, "could you do me a massive favour and change them for me?"
I knew this would involve a long drive to the hospital, which my current alcohol level was not legally fit for, and a long drawn out process of re-ordering and messing around with medication I had no idea about. I explained this to Gran.
"Well could you come and sit with your Grandpa while I go?" she suggested. "I don't like leaving him on his own. He is out for the count on his morning meds but...you know...I feel like I shouldn't leave him."
Reluctantly I agreed. It was only a short walk to their house and after a quick shower I felt almost human again anyway. My head still pounded as I made the ten minute walk to my grandparent's house, snuggling deep in to my winter coat as I trudged along. Gran was hovering at the window as I rounded the corner of their small, quaint street.
"I'm sorry!" she apologised as she opened the door, "I know you aren't feeling great but I have to get this sorted before the snow comes or..."
The rest of what she said faded as she jumped in to her old Ford Escort and shut the door. I couldn't help but smile as I waved her off and she mouthed through the window that she would be back as soon as possible. Regardless, this meant at least a two hour round trip.
I stepped in to the house and shut the door behind me. It was toasty and snug in the little house and I headed for the kitchen to make myself a coffee, last night's events beginning to turn over in my mind. I remember the start of the tequila contest at the club and the dashing barman who had taken a liking to me.
As I relaxed in to a kitchen chair by the huge warm Aga I smiled as I recalled how his beautifully long and talented fingers had slipped down my panties as I supped shots at the bar. No one had noticed; he was probably an expert at sneakily fingering women whilst working. But, wow, even the thought of how he had curled his fingers inside was making my fresh panties wet. Almost without thinking I slipped my hand to between my legs and gently rubbed the denim material of my jeans at the most sensitive spot. A small sigh escaped me as I closed my eyes.
I had been furious with my friend, Kim, for drinking too much and requiring an escort home when I had already been asked to stay after hours by Mr. Bartender. But no, little Miss Drinkalot had done her usual trick of overdoing the alcohol so I had had to leave with her, hold her hair back as she puked in the street and stroke her barely conscious head as she fell asleep on my lap in the taxi.
My stroking was becoming more intense as I imagined that Mr. Barman would have had the most amazing oral technique and a big throbbing cock to satisfy me with. Then I heard a moaning sound that hadn't come from me. I sat bolt upright and my heart raced before I realised it had come from the front room which the family had made in to a makeshift bedroom for Grandpa while he was recovering. I quietly walked through to check on him and found him moaning in his sleep. I felt a rush of love for him, he must be in terrible pain and the thought of him suffering was awful.
I went to pull his duvet back over him to keep him warm. He turned just as I had finished tucking him in and moaned again, pushing the duvet off and rolling on to his side, mumbling something about being too warm all the time. I smiled and decided to leave the grumpy old git to get himself comfy. Then I noticed he had grabbed himself, the sheets half covering his stroking motions. My first reaction was one of disdain; seeing my own Grandpa wanking himself in his sleep was something I had never wanted to experience! But something inside me was curious (and probably still horny after my short-lived stroking session in the kitchen) and I turned back towards his bed. I scanned his face to deduce whether he actually was asleep, or just had his eyes closed in the pleasurable sanctity of his masturbation.
As disgusted with myself as I was I wanted to see it...just take a peek under the cover... just for curiosity...
As I moved closer to the bed he moaned a little more but his eyes remained closed and relaxed. I knelt on the bed and edged on my knees towards him, my hand tentatively reaching out for the clean, crisp cover and pulling it back to see him stroking himself. I took a sharp breath in when I saw the size of his erection, his hand drawing it back and forth rhythmically. Oh wow, grandpa! I almost chuckled but stopped myself as I didn't want to wake him. But I couldn't look away! His huge dick grew even bigger as he gently tugged at it, his moans growing and fading as he proceeded.
Fascinated, I gently lay down next to him, my elbow on the pillow propping my head up so I could still see his masturbation. I noted how thick his old shaft was, the veins popping up all over and I licked my lips subconsciously, imagining running my tongue over it. I was disgusted that I had not left him alone to enjoy himself, and that I felt compelled to watch my own Grandpa wank himself off in his sleep, but most of all I was disgusted that my panties were soaking from the pleasure of watching it. I slipped my hand down my jeans and in to my panties...'just cum quickly and leave him alone', I told myself as I felt exactly how wet my pussy was. My finger tip glided silkily over my clit, sending a shudder through my body and a moan passed my lips. I stroked my pussy gently to the exact rhythm that he was stroking his cock and my mind merged the actions in to imagining his big, pulsing Grandpa dick rubbing at my wet slit.
I needed to get better access, I needed my fingers inside me, so I popped open the buttons of my jeans and pushed them down over my hips and to my thighs, spreading my legs a little wider. I stroked my exposed pussy for a while, rocking my hips and allowing myself the occasional sigh of pleasure. Then I watched Grandpa's stroking action and slowly inserted a wet finger inside myself as he pumped his fist forward.
"Oh Grandpa!" I sighed.
In my head I imagined his big, pink cock sliding in to me, how naughty and taboo it would feel psychologically and how good it was bound to feel physically. I froze as he turned towards me but he remained asleep, his hand still stroking himself, his fuzzy chest hair suddenly became a massive turn on for me. I bit my lip as I considered making another dangerous move, and as I slipped my finger in and out of my oh-so-juicy pussy, I made up my mind. I removed my fingers from my warm, wet tunnel and reached nervously for Grandpa's idle hand. He flinched slightly as I made contact with his skin but nothing more than that small reaction and so I slowly, carefully pulled his hand towards my crotch, spreading my legs as wide as I could and pushing his finger inside me. Of course he didn't know he was fingering his grand daughter but he automatically began to slip his digit in and out of me, probably dreaming of his youth, in the back seat of his car or the cinema with his young girlfriend.
"Oh my god!" I whispered as Grandpa's finger delved deeper in to me, easily touching the spot that so many men seem to have difficulty finding even when they are aware of its existence, drawing his finger out and, to my surprised pleasure, adding a second finger to his efforts. With both fingers buried in me he massaged that special place inside. I didn't even notice when he stopped wanking himself, but when he whispered in his sleep I knew he was close to waking up. I didn't care at that point, it felt too good, I just prayed that he would stay asleep long enough for me to cum on his enthusiastic old fingers. My prayers were not answered in that way though. As I writhed around on his very able hand I saw his eyes flicker open...
"Jessica, what...?" he stuttered and moved to take his hand away, but I grabbed his wrist and held him firmly.
"Please don't stop Grandpa," I whispered, keeping his eye contact the whole time. I moved my hips slowly on his fingers.
I have no idea what was racing through his mind during the next ten seconds. He had woken up from a highly medicated sleep to find himself finger fucking his grand daughter's teenage pussy...and I was enjoying it...
I saw his eyes dart from my gaze and down to my pussy, confusion reigned true for sure, he didn't say a word but gradually he commenced his hand movement. I pushed my jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off, allowing my legs to spread wide. Grandpa hesitated and fumbled but I shook my head gently.
