After a long week of long days and pulling an extra shift on a Saturday night all I want to do is relax. But no, I have to go to family lunch. At 23 I've been living out of home since the age of 18. It means peace and quiet and away from my mother's scrutinizing gaze. Unfortunately I can't get out of this one. It's my grandfather's 75th birthday and he's alone. My mother insists we go and spend time with him. I haven't seen him in 5 years.
I slip on my white sundress with thin spaghetti straps which means I have to forego my bra. Luckily the bodice is tight and holds my breasts in nice and tight. Perks of being a little bigger I guess. The dress falls down to my mid-thigh, showing of my creamy thick thighs. I need a tan. I opt for a white thong. No one wants panty lines. I'm pretty but a bit self-conscious about my bigger size. I've been with a few guys, all have told me I'm pretty just to get off.
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Reaching my grandpa's house I'm immediately embraced and ridiculed by my mother in one breath. So fucking annoying. My grandpa looks so happy to see everyone. If you meet him you wouldn't say he is 75. Sure you can tell he's older but he keeps fit and looks after himself. He looks pretty good. I've always been his favourite. He'd often show up at our place with gifts for me but never for my mother. She was always pissed at him over that. To me he meant the world. I feel bad that I haven't seen him in so long. He embraces me as he greets me.
"Oh my little Stella! It's so wonderful to see you!"
"Happy birthday grandpa!"
He chuckles as he holds me close, his hand travelling up and down my back in that familiar hug. Inhaling his cologne I realise how much I've missed him. My hands on his back as I hug him back. Squeezing him tightly Surprised to feel his strong muscles underneath his shirt. A familiar pull at my lower belly startles me as my nipples harden a little. Embarrassed I step back.
"Oh I'm so glad to see you! It's been so long my dear. You've grown up so much. A real woman now."
I swear I see his eyes drop to my breasts. I blush and shrugged my shoulders.
"Yes I'm sorry about that grandpa. I just got busy I guess"
My mother and father have moved to the dining room. Leaving us alone in the entry way. Grandpa comes close to me, putting his hand on my shoulder, his thumb caressing my skin there sending goosebumps all over my flesh.
"It's ok Stella. You don't wanna spend all your time hanging around an old man anyways."
I giggle and swat at him.
"You're not that old grandpa."
"Stella, I'm 75 I'm old."
"Please I'm sure you have ladies lining up for you! Look at you grandpa, you're pretty fit for your age."
My eyes go down his body and blush as I realise just how good he looks. When I look back up at him I notice his eyes on my breasts and blush. I feel myself getting aroused. Clearing my throat and ignoring whatever the fuck is going on.
"C'mon old man. Let's go eat."
I walk past him and feel his hand brush against my ass causing my nipples to painfully tighten and my clit to throb. I shouldn't be feeling or thinking about my grandpa like this. I've always known I had an attraction to anyone older than me. Male or female I didn't care, my body responded everytime. Only thing is I never acted upon it.
We both sit down at the table. The dinner party is in full swing everyone chatting away. I can't help but notice grandpa's eyes on my a lot. It's making me feel some kind of way. I squirm and squeeze my thighs together. This is so fucking wrong, I need to get home and out of here.
Desert comes and it's fruit and cream. Grandpa's favourite. He watches me constantly even though he's talking to my parents. He's managed to keep mom occupied enough to not be on my case. Eventually they go and mom insists on me staying behind and helping grandpa clean. I roll my eyes as he walks my parents out.
I quickly clean up and put the plates in the sink. I still her them chatting and take a couple of spoonfuls of cream and eating it. Just as I put the last mouthful in grandpa walks in.
"Caught red handed Stella."
I blush as I put the spoon in the sink.
"Sorry grandpa."
He walks forward and stands close but not touching. Shifting on my feet, feeling very aware of him.
"Did you have a good birthday?"
Looking up at him I see his Adam's Apple bob up and down. His eyes dropping to my lips.