Henry Becker was getting antsy. The presents had been opened, the song had been sung and the cake had been cut. After getting another dirty look from his wife after sneaking back for a third extra piece of cake, Henry was getting irritated, and he knew that if he hung around that old battle-axe much longer they would start arguing, so instead of ruining his granddaughter's 18th birthday party he decided to take a stroll...
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"Fuck you, you miserable bitch," I mumbled to myself after my wife shook her head at my grabbing another piece of cake. "You don't give me pussy or head, but you sure can bust my balls."
Somebody that I was standing near glanced over at me, but probably assumed that I was just a senile old fuck mumbling to himself. The guy was right, probably, but I didn't care.
The frigging pieces of cake were so small that it wasn't any big deal if I had a few extra slices, I figured. Besides, I wasn't the one lugging around an extra 50 pounds. I was still the same 167 pounds I had been all my adult life.
I wanted to leave the party, having fulfilled my grandfatherly obligation, but I knew that Martha wouldn't leave before everybody else did, so I didn't bother asking. Instead, I grabbed my camera and snuck out the back door, hoping to have enough sunlight to take some pictures out in back of my daughter's farmhouse.
As I walked past the barn, I heard the snorting of my granddaughter Rosie's horse, so I ducked inside, hoping that the kid was in there so I could talk to a female who didn't loathe me. Inside, Sprite the horse was alone, and after he turned his back on me I left him alone and headed for the back field.
There was a pond way out back, down the slope that led to the tracks, so I wandered down that way, snapping a few pictures of the scenery. It was then that I saw Rosie down near the creek that ran along the now-abandoned railroad tracks, and two things became very clear to me right away.
Rosie was not alone. She was with one of the neighborhood kids that had attended her party. This kid was a tall and skinny guy with long blonde hair who seemed to be incapable of forming a sentence without the words, "know what I'm saying"? at the end, and I had been tempted to suggest that maybe if he was more coherent he wouldn't have to ask that question.
The second thing that was obvious was that Rosie wasn't a kid anymore. Since I was her at her 18th birthday party, that should have been obvious, but she had still seemed like a goofy kid to me despite what the calendar said.
What she was doing to the guy, who name had slipped my mind seconds after it was told to me, was definitely adult in nature, and as I inched closer to them while staying out of their line of sight, a third thing was becoming clear. I had to take a picture of what was going on.
I managed to get a half dozen shots that, if they came out as well as I hoped, would be a far more interesting chronicle of her party than the ones I had been taking all day. Being the unofficial family photographer because of my skills and equipment was usually a burden, but as I snapped away, I was warming to the task.
They were done in about 5 minutes, and to my dismay the action never advanced beyond what I had initially seen. Rosie never took a stitch of clothing off, and although she didn't seem to be very well developed, I would have liked to see what a pair of 18 year old tits looked like, since it had been four decades since I had experienced that.
I did get to see her friend - Jay or Ray or whatever the hell his name was - rather intimately in the moment it took his to pull his underwear and slacks up, although the sight of his skinny pecker did nothing for me.
So while I wasn't envious of his equipment, I was quite jealous of what it had just experienced, because it had been a decade since I had gotten from my wife the pleasure of the affection little Rosie had given him.
When I had developed the pictures the next day, of Rosie on her knees in front of the guy, sucking on his dick with enthusiasm with her hands on his ass, taking all of it in her mouth without straining, I was impressed, both with my photography and with Rosie's cock-sucking abilities.
Zooming in on the teens, the photos showed Rosie as clear as day, with her mouth full of dick, and there was no sign of her letting the guy's load go anywhere except down her throat. None of that finishing off with the hand or spitting it out like it was poison, which was what I was used to back in the day when Martha would go anywhere near my cock.
On that day, after they finished and went back up the hill while I stayed out of sight, I rejoined the party. I got a kick out of seeing Rosie as she went about the duties of being the cute innocent birthday girl, and looked at her in a whole new light for the rest of the day.
...
"Grandpa!" Rosie said, greeting me with a surprised look on her face upon seeing me at the door.
"Hi birthday girl," I said cheerfully. "How does it feel to be 18 years and 4 days old?"
"Feels about the same I guess," she said, adding "Um - Mom and Dad are working," telling me something I already knew.
"I know," I said, holding an envelope with the photos of her birthday party. "I developed your party pictures."
"Cool," Rosie said, reaching for them. I"ll make sure Mom gets them - she's got lots of albums with your pictures in them"
"I'd like to look at them with you," I said, peeking around my granddaughter while asking, "Unless I'm interrupting something."
"No," Rosie said. "Come on in."
Rosie probably wasn't all that thrilled with the thought of having to spend time with her grandfather. Can't blame her there, and maybe she was planning on gobbling some of her boyfriend's dick before I arrived, but there was no way I was going to miss seeing her face when she saw the snapshots of her party.
"Oh, I look so dorky," Rosie commented as she saw the first picture of her opening a present, and as she looked at the photos, I looked at Rosie.
Rosie was wearing shorts that revealed a lot of her legs, which were a little plump but shapely but a little shapely, and a white tank-top that showed her pale fleshy arms. Unfortunately Rosie was wearing a bra, with the straps showing a little on her round shoulders, so those small bumps on her chest were pretty much hidden from view.
I had arranged the pictures in order, with the good ones at the end, and by chance there was one of her and her boyfriend, with him dabbing cake frosting on her nose.
"That's your boyfriend, right" I asked.
"Rory?" Rosie responded, clearing up the mystery of his name. "No, he's just a guy in my class."
"Oh," I said, and given the casual way she dismissed him, I was a bit set back, since in my day my cock had never gotten into any mouth that I didn't have at least some kind of relationship with, proving how far out of touch I am these days.
I braced myself for Rosie's reaction as she got up to the first of the six shots of her and the guy who wasn't her boyfriend, and when she got to the first one, I saw her eyes bolt open wide and her hands start shake.
"Oh shit," Rosie mumbled, and then she turned to the next one, which was a much closer shot of her sucking away. "You were spying on us."
She didn't say that with anger, but more with an attitude of resignation.
"No honey," I explained. "I was getting tired of your grandmother nagging me so I went outside to get away from her, and was just planning to take some shots of the creek."
"I could have turned around and come back, so I guess you're right about being spied on in that way," I continued. "But I'm glad I did, because that was a lot better than pictures of scenery."
Rosie snickered a bit at that, and after looking at the final shot, handed me back the pictures and asked me for something.
"Do me a favor, Grandpa?" Rosie asked. "Give them to my Mom."
