There are three things I can’t resist: a cold beer on a hot day; a good business deal; and a pair of sexy legs. Here’s a story about all three.
I was planning to meet my family for a quick weekend reunion at my grandmother’s farm in mid-July. At the last minute, a very good business opportunity knocked on my door. It took me two days to finalize things and I drove south to grandma’s farm early Sunday morning. I arrived at about 10 a.m. to be greeted by my parents, my grandmother, my brothers, their wives, and hordes of nephews and nieces.
To be honest, I was almost too bushed to enjoy things, but I hung in there. Around 2 in the afternoon, my parents announced that they had to get going. Quickly, one by one, my brothers packed their families into SUV’s and station wagons to head off the farm. I started thinking about leaving too, but the combination of fatigue and beer made me a little reticent.
“Darling,” my grandmother said to me, stroking my forearm, “why don’t you just take a nap here and I’ll make you some dinner when you wake up and then you can head home?”
Let me tell you a little about my grandmother. She’s been a widow for about ten years. She’s sweet, of course. But, to be honest, she’s also pretty hot looking. After grandpa died, she started really taking care of herself. She joined a gym, started jogging and swimming. She also invested in some plastic surgery - - or at least that’s the only way my family can explain the fantastic shape of her breasts and her very firm ass. Grandma also has the most luminous green eyes you’ve ever seen and these bee-sting lips. Since grandpa died, she likes to wear her silver hair very short and she likes to wear clothes that accentuate her healthy lifestyle and toned body.
I accepted her offer and trudged upstairs to the guest bedroom. I woke up a couple of hours later feeling very refreshed. After showering, I headed downstairs to be greeted by the smell of a delicious meal. Grandma was reading a magazine in the living room. We had dinner together, laughing and joking around. We also had a fair amount of red wine. At the end of the meal, I helped grandma do the dishes.
Standing close to her at the sink, I had a chance to really appreciate her beauty. She had on a short, summer skirt and a nice, tight blouse, and as I dried dishes, I ran my eyes up and down her body, taking in the curve of her ass, and her beautiful, big breasts. Her legs were perfect - - with slender calves and nice, full thighs. Our soapy hands kept making contact and as they did, I could feel myself getting hard. Grandma just smiled and chatted. At one point, I made some joke and grandma swatted me playfully on the ass. “Hey,” I told her playfully. “Watch where you’re putting those hands.” Grandma laughed too and swatted me again.
We finished the dishes and grandma said she wanted to freshen up. I grabbed a bottle of ice cold beer and headed out into the back yard. There was an old swing there, a wide plank suspended by rope from the branches of a huge old oak tree. I sat on the swing and enjoyed my beer while a hot muggy night settled down around the farm.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard the back screendoor slam shut and saw grandma making her way down to the swing. She came down and stood next to the swing, holding onto one of the ropes. I offered her my beer, and she took a big swig.
“Gosh, Paul,” she said with a sigh. “I remember when you kids used to love this swing. And, I used to love swinging with you. You’d sit on my lap and we’d just swing back and forth for hours. It was so relaxing.”
I too remembered those wonderful days at grandma’s house. But, right now, I was enjoying the sight of my grandmother’s toned, trim body leaning against the swing’s rope.
“Hey,” I answered. “Now that I’m big, why don’t I swing you?”
