Charlie and Amy were in a great mood. They bounced along in Charlie's beat-to-shit Subaru down the scenic highway threading along the coast, happy to get away for a few days at Charlie's grandmother's summer home by the sea.
"Damn, so glad to get out of work for awhile, place sucks," Charlie said, cranking up the tunes. "Landscaping biz blows."
"Yeah, so does working down the gym, all those fat old bitches to train," laughed Amy, a gorgeous, long-haired blonde. "Though the few that are in shape are pretty hot...and the right ones are soooo much fun..."
Charlie smiled, patting Amy's slender, muscular thigh in her tiny running shorts. He was a leg man, through and through, and Amy's were outstanding. He loved her legs – and her sexuality on both sides of the gender divide.
Amy was bisexual, taking female companions from time to time, sometimes with Charlie, when the mood struck. And she liked older gals, too, into their40s, 50s, hot MILFs with strong bodies. During those especially lucky times, Charlie would find himself the middle of a sexy female sandwich with a horny older babe and his equally horny young girlfriend.
"Oh, yeah, that's for sure," he growled, fingering her pussy under her shorts, making Amy writhe and giggle.
The couple met at college in their freshman year, and got hot and heavy quickly. Now in the summer between sophomore and junior years, the 20-year-olds were anxious to take a break and hit the beach. And there was no better place than at the cottage of Trish Van Arden, Charlie's well-to-do grandmother, a widower whose family owned the place for generations. She lived there alone, entertaining family and friends whenever they could get away to the isolated home by the shore.
Amy and Charlie had been there last summer, and had a great time. And unbeknownst to Charlie, Amy found the shaggy-haired platinum blonde rather sexy for a 69-year-old woman. Trish ran and worked out daily, keeping her lean, strong body in great shape. It was somewhat saggy and wrinkled in the neck, upper arms and fleshy thighs, but amazingly shapely and decently muscled. The sexy granny had bright blue eyes and killer long legs.
Amy never told Charlie how she viewed his grandmother, whom Charlie saw as old and not particularly attractive. But now as he fingered Amy's cunt as they neared Patricia's home, the young woman found herself thinking of the sexy granny more and more, recalling the times they'd run on the beach, Amy straggling a bit behind to watch the sexy grandmother's fantastic legs flex as her bare feet dug into the sand.
"God, Charlie, don't fuckin' stop, that feels good," she cooed, spreading her own muscular legs to allow his dancing fingers clearer access to her smooth-shaven slit. "Keep going, baby, keep going..."
"Just can't wait, can ya?" he laughed, inserting two fingers in her greasy hole and dribbling her clit with his thumb. "Granny goes to bed early usually, especially after she's had her wine, we can go all it then!"
"Mmmm, your granny, Charlie..." Amy groaned, freeing her tits from her t-shirt and tweaking her nipples. "Goddam, Granny Trish is so fuckin' fine..."
Charlie's fingers stopped and he stared at his girlfriend in disbelief.
"C'mon, Amy, really, it's my grandmother for fuck's sake," he said incredulously. "She's so...I mean she's pretty enough, but Christ, she's so..so old..."
"Mmmm, old AND hot, baby," Amy giggled. "Forget it Charlie, forget I said anything, for Chrissakes, keep fingering me, dammit, finish me off!"
"Ok, ok," he said somewhat reluctantly, troubled by the thought of Amy aroused by his grandmother, a woman nearly a half century older than both of them.
He quickly got her off, the sexy young blonde screaming in pleasure as they drove along, then grabbing his hand to bring to her mouth to suck her cum off his fingers, making Charlie groan with his own pleasure. The girl was kinky, one of the main things he loved about her.
"Dammit, we're almost there," he moaned, adjusting his stiff dick in his shorts. "Fuck, I need to get off, baby, soon, you got me so horny!"
"Just can't wait, can ya?" she laughed, echoing his words from a few minutes before. "Well, I'll make it worth your while, baby, don't I always?"
He smiled. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it, long, silky hair cascading around her slim, strong shoulders, and with bright blue eyes and killer long legs...just like Granny Trish, he realized.
'Fuck', he thought to himself. 'Am I hot for Amy because... she looks like my grandmother? Goddam...'
They pulled down the beach road toward the cottage, Amy playfully palming Charlie's stiff cock through his shorts until he slapped her hand away.
"C'mon, Amy, we're there, I can't walk in with a fuckin' hard on!" he laughed.
"Hey, maybe it's been awhile since Granny Trish has seen one, wouldn't do her any harm to see yours, lover," she cooed, twisting her hand around his bloated balls.
"Enough about my grandmother, for fuck's sake, please," he groaned, as she squeezed, dancing that fine line between pain and pleasure.
They pulled into the long driveway and finally the cottage sprang into view. Cottage was a misnomer really, for this was a full-out house, two stories, sprawling, with four bedrooms and a sweeping wrap-around porch fronting a long lawn to the ocean, private beach below.
And there on the porch stood Granny Trish, looking radiant as always, that great mane of curly hair blowing in the breeze, bright blue eyes flashing as she waved. She'd just gotten back from a run and wore a tiny, very short pair of white short shorts, revealing her long, wonderfully muscled legs, firm beneath the slightly sagging flesh of her shapely thighs and calves.
"Damn, she's got great legs, Charlie, really great legs," Amy cooed appreciatively as she jumped out of the car, waving to Granny Trish and fetching her bag from the back seat.
"Amy, stop, please, this is getting weird," Charlie said softly as Granny Trish raced down the porch toward them.
There were the usual hugs and kisses and accolades of how great everyone looked, and Charlie watched as his grandmother and Amy walked arm in arm, laughing, toward the big house, picking up their renewed acquaintance where it had left off last year, the two of them getting along famously.
As they strolled, Charlie's eyes were unable to look away from two truly beautiful pairs of legs. Amy's were long and creamy smooth, tanned and muscular, calves bulging as she walked. And his granny's, he noted with growing alarm, were incredible as well, calves also rippling with muscle, her saggy hamstrings tight and well-formed as she walked. He quickly looked away, trying to ignore the stiffening of his dick, which mercifully had gone down as they'd pulled into the drive.
"Honey, you look great, as always," Trish beamed, putting a firm arm around Amy's sturdy shoulders. "Keeping in shape, I see?"
"Yeah, the usual, work, ya know," Amy laughed. "But you, Trish, God, you're amazing, and you're gonna be what, 70? Honestly, I don't know how you do it, but I can only hope to be in the shape you're in at your age, no kidding!"
"You're so sweet, Amy, that's what I love about you, you're just a sweet young girl," Trish said, hugging her closer and harder as they walked.
There were very few times in Amy's young sex life when she read signals wrong from another woman curious about female-to-female sex. And she knew she wasn't wrong now, as she felt a surge between them, something distinctive and noticeable to them both as they walked along, holding on to one another.
Trish had been with other women, years ago, before she married and then occasionally during the later years of a marriage that had gone functional and cold. They had been friends of hers, good and trusting friends, females of similar situation.
It'd been awhile, Trish realized as she felt Amy's heat beside her on this warm late afternoon. She tried not thinking what she was thinking, but couldn't shake the feeling that Amy was something special, and had something worth exploring. But then thoughts of what her grandson would think, if heaven forbid, he ever found out, overtook her as they approached the house.
"Look, you kids get settled, far bedroom down the west wing of the house, like last year, give you love birds some privacy," Trish said, holding Amy's shoulders as they faced each other on the porch, Charlie clumping up the steps with their bags. "I think I'll go for a quick swim, gotta cool down after my run."
"Sure thing, Grandma," Charlie said, walking into the house with the bags, Amy behind him.
