I had always loved my Grandmother, from an early age whenever she was staying with us if I woke during the night I would go to her room and climb into bed with her. I just loved cuddling in next to her and feeling her warm, soft skin next to me.
Of course all of this stopped by the time I reached ten years of age but she and I remained close, always hugging and exchanging kisses on greetings and departures, I loved the feeling of Grandma's voluptuousness pressed into me although I always saw her as just my Grandmother, a person who I loved deeply but never in a sexual way, however all that was to change.
I had a perfectly idyllic childhood until it was shattered shortly after my fifteenth birthday; a drunk driver wiped out my parents one evening whilst returning home.
Of course my Grandparents would look after me but my Grandfather wasn't a well man and he took my parents death hard and he died of a coronary some ten months later, so now it was me and Grandma against the world.
The various insurances looked after us financially but we weren't by any means rich, however our love for each other got us through and with Grandmas guidance I got excellent grades in High School and won a scholarship to an excellent business college where I gained a first class degree in business studies and followed that up by getting a job in the city in a financial institution which paid rich dividends in earnings.
Of course this meant leaving home and striking out on my own and this brought a tearful parting between the two of us but I made a promise that I would always return for Christmas, anniversaries and the like. This was not from any sense of duty; this was because I really loved to return.
One Christmas when I was about twenty-five I was in the loft sorting through some old papers of Grandpas when I came across an envelope which was marked "certificates." Curiously I opened it up and found their marriage certificate and both their birth certificates. As I read these I found that Grandma would be celebrating her Seventieth birthday about ten weeks later and I decided that I was going to do something special for her as a thank you for what she had done for me all my life.
At first she was hesitant about celebrating what she called,
"Me getting to be very old,"
But with a bit of persuasion on my part I talked her into dinner in a rather exclusive restaurant.
"No, that wont do" she said, "I can't afford the clothes for somewhere like that."
I told her that I was picking up the tab for everything and that I would send her money beforehand and all she had to do was spend it on making herself more beautiful than she already was, so she reluctantly agreed and I began to look forward to the birthday celebration.
A month before I duly sent her a not inconsiderable amount and after a phone call,
"I couldn't possibly spend all of this on me!"
I persuaded her that a trip to the clothes store and a trip to the beauty parlour would be well worth it.
The night of our dinner I couldn't get an early finish at work and so I turned up at Grandmas only half an hour before the taxi was due to take us to the restaurant. As I let myself in through the front door I called out to her,
"Its only me, where are you?"
"I'm still getting ready" was the reply, "be about twenty minutes, o.k."
I went through to the lounge and sat waiting and true to her word about twenty minutes later I heard her bedroom door and her footsteps on the stairs.
I went through to the hallway to greet Grandma and stopped dead in my tracks.
There coming down the stairs was a vision of loveliness'.
Grandmas usual hair colour of reddish brown flecked with grey had been restored to the colour I remembered as a child and her long tresses, normally pulled back into a ponytail had been styled and flowed past her shoulders.
Her make-up had been applied perfectly and it lightly complimented her features.
Grandma had chosen a simple black dress which finished just above the knee but was low cut enough to reveal an ample amount of her large cleavage, the whole ensemble was finished with black stockings, she looked more beautiful than I had ever seen anyone look before.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs with my mouth hanging open and what I can only assume was a stupid look on my face.
Grandma took one look at me and fearing the worst she said,
"Its to much isn't it, I look ridiculous, I'm an old woman dressing like a hooker."
I quickly regained my composure and broke out into a smile as big as the Grand Canyon and took both her hands in mine and said,
"You look absolutely fantastic, you are so beautiful, and I had forgotten just how beautiful you are."
At this Grandma broke into a smile of her own and hugged me to her saying,
"Thank you darling, you always say the nicest things to me."
We broke off our hug and I stepped back to admire her once again and gave a low whistle,
"You've given one big problem for tonight though." I said.
Concern came over Grandmas face and she replied,
"What's that then?"
"Just how am I supposed to remember that you're my dear sweet Grandma and not my hot, older woman date then?"
As Grandma thought this over the sound of a horn from outside heralded the arrival of our taxi.
"I guess that for tonight at least I'll just have to be your hot, older woman date then."
With that she bent forward, gave me a light peck on the lips, opened the door and sashayed down the garden path.
"Coming lover" she called back to me.
As I watched her walking towards the taxi for the first time in my life I saw my Grandmother as a potential sexual conquest, as she walked my thoughts were,
"God, she is a fine piece of ass."
I quickly put those thoughts out of my mind and closed the door and followed her to the taxi.
At the restaurant we were greeted by the maitre'd and shown to our table where a bottle of champagne on ice awaited us.
After ordering whilst we were waiting for our meal I glanced around the restaurant, the closest people to us were two middle-aged men who, by their dress, I took to be businessmen. They were stealing glances at Grandma and me and as I caught their eye one man winked at me.
"My God," I thought, "these two think I am some sort of gigolo out with an older women who is paying me for my services."
