Hi, my name is Skyler. I am nineteen years old and in love with my grandfather. Mom and I have lived with Grandpa since Grandma died ten years ago. Grandpa John loves his cars. He has always had fast, sleek, beautiful cars of all kinds.
Living out in the sticks, there was nothing better to do, so I hung out with Grandpa. He taught me about cars and tools. In high school, I was very popular with the boys because I knew my way around a car. I went to tech school and graduated at the top of my class in automobile technologies.
I'm now a manager for a national auto parts supply chain. Guys love that I know what I'm talking about. Many are surprised to learn of my extensive knowledge.
I still help Grandpa John work on his cars. Anyhow, this is where the story takes on a new twist. I have always loved Grandpa. He is my hero and adoptive dad. More than once, while walking into the garage, I found him on a creeper under one of his beloved cars.
Nothing unusual in and of itself, but Grandpa often does not wear underwear, and the pant legs of his shorts give a clear view of his large, limp penis and hairy nut sack. On these occasions, I would stand there and talk to Grandpa as I stared at his junk.
I'm no virgin; as one might imagine, my popularity also got me additional interest from the young men in the area. I lost my virginity shortly after my eighteenth birthday at a barn party. I'm not a slut; I've only been sexually involved with two guys.
Anyhow, staring at Grandpa's junk was stirring things up between my legs. I wanted so much to reach down and cup his cock and nuts in my hand. I wanted to express my love by giving him some sexual relief. I know Grandpa has seen a few women since Grandma died, but I'm sure he hasn't been laid much.
Since the first time I saw his junk, I made it a point to go into the garage in hopes of staring at his package again and again. Afterward, I would go into the house to my room and rub my clitoris until I creamed my panties.
Casually, a little at a time, I would wear dresses or skirts and get close enough for Grandpa to see up them when he would come out from under his cars. Low-cut tops would catch his eye as I leaned over to give him a wrench or other tools.
Yes, I would cocktease him, as the other guys would say. Boy, did it work! I noticed the tenting of his shorts whenever he got a good eyeful of me. I would act as if I did not notice, but my twat would heat up and itch for relief.
I started wearing shorts with no underwear. That really got to Grandpa. He would casually ask me to help him under the car and then find an excuse to get out from under it. I would play along, and once he was out from under the car, I would spread my legs enough to allow him an unobstructed view of my lady parts.
That would do it. That would bring his cock to full attention, as if it were a soldier saluting me. I was careful not to let him know that I was aware of his situation. Gawd, many times I just wanted to take his fly down and play with his cock until it exploded in my hands.
I dreamed of licking and sucking his cock while I fingered my cunt. I even dreamed of climbing on his lap and settling on his cock as it pushed into my twat. Lately, I have been obsessed with these taboo thoughts. The very nature of social taboos makes those thoughts that much more exciting.
