Book XVI: Kairi: Second Cumming
Grandma invited me to stay the night, but I told her that I had a paper to write, not to mention studying for Daddy's test on Monday. She praised my studious nature while Daddy gushed over the fact that I could just as easily
not
study and still make a one hundred—not because I was the teacher's daughter, but because I was just that smart. I did tell them that I would stay a little longer, though, and suggested that they both get their showers while I waited.
As they each went to different bathrooms (I'm convinced this was done for my benefit only), I peeked inside Grandma's purse at her driver's license. I memorized the address, then wrote a short note stating that I really needed to get started on that paper, so I would talk to them later. Then, I was off.
I returned home long enough to take a shower of my own, then I dressed in my sexiest outfit, which was a black mesh halter top—no bra—that stopped three inches from my naval, a black mini-skirt that could not contain my perfectly rounded ass, black-and-white striped panties that showed the glory of my ass cheeks, thigh-high white socks, complete with black stripes to match my panties, and, of course, my black Chucks.
I hopped into my car and made my way to the New Hampshire residence of my grandparents. So enthused had I been about setting into motion this next series of events in my quest for sexual liberation that I paid no attention to the time. I arrived early enough that I actually had to wait a few hours before I could set my plan into motion.
At roughly seven a.m., I saw the kitchen light come on. I got out of my car, popped the hood, loosened the battery cables, then pushed my car to the beginning of the Saunders family driveway. I walked to the front door and knocked, and was soon greeted by an old man wearing a bathrobe that was open, showing a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. He also had on slippers, was holding a cup of coffee, had a newspaper tucked under his arm, and looked like he hadn't shaved in a week. He took one look at me and said, "Jesus shit!"
I noticed him looking at my nipples, which had hardened in the cool of the morning. I smiled as I said, "Excuse me, sir, but my car broke down right in front of your house. Would you mind taking a look at it for me?"
"Uh...Um..." I looked between his legs and saw his cock jump. My eyes went wide; I returned them to his. "Sure. Sure. I just need to get dressed. Come in and wait."
I did.
It took him thirty minutes, but when he came back out he was clean-shaven, his hair was picked and orderly, and he was wearing something—khakis and a polo T—that one might wear to a sporting event as opposed to wear to work on a car. He smiled, and I had to admit that, for his age, he was quite the handsome man.
"Now, let's take a look at that car," he said as he led me outside. He opened the garage door and retrieved a small tool box, then I led him to my car. I walked slowly, swaying my hips with every step. He stayed a good three feet behind me to get the best view. I thought again of his cock jumping and immediately felt a dampness between my legs.
"Pop the hood" he told me as we reached the car. I did. He lifted it and began looking around. I had sauntered behind him and silently moved the tool box another two feet from him. He finally said, "Oh, okay. I found your problem. Your battery cables are loose." He turned and began to reach for the toolbox that was no longer where he remembered putting it. He said, "Uh, think you can hand me that socket wrench?"
I turned toward the toolbox, giving him a full view of my ass, then slowly bent over. I heard him whisper, "Great Googlie-Mooglie!"
As I picked up a screwdriver, and as I was still bent over, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Is this it?"
"No, no, honey. That's not it."
"What about this?" I asked as I held up a hammer.
"No, that's not it either, sweetie. Uh ... keep trying."
I reached back and lightly scratch an ass cheek, then said, "How about this?" as I pulled an Allen wrench out and held it aloft.
"Oh, fuck." He whispered. Finally, he said, "Here, let me get it." As he approached, I made to move out of his way, but instead I mushed my ass directly onto his swollen cock.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, and moved out of his way. He tried to hide his erection from me, but it was too late. I had seen it through his pants, but more importantly, I
felt
it.
He quickly grabbed the tools he needed, and in a matter of seconds the problem was fixed. "Get in and start it up," he told me, and I did. He waved at me, returned the tools to the toolbox, then made his way back to the garage. I immediately pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and got out. "Was there something else I could help you with, young lady?"
"I just wanted to thank you for helping me," I said as I approached him. I noticed his erection had begun to subside; it was now pointing straight out instead of snaking up his pants like it had. I moved in and gave him a hug, then pulled back and said, "Ow! Something stuck me." I looked down and his cock was pushing against his pants.
He quickly moved to cover himself, saying, "I'm sorry," as he did so.
"There's nothing to be sorry about," I told him as I reached for it. I began to massage it, right there in the garage.
He took a step back and looked around. "You can't do that here, one of the neighbors might see you."
"Then let's go inside," I suggested. He seemed to weigh this option, then finally said, "Come on." He closed the garage door, then I followed him into the house.
"Would you like something to drink?" he offered.
"A glass of wine would be nice," I told him. He poured me a glass of Gallo Red and handed it to me. "Thank you."
He poured himself a glass, downed it, poured another, then drank half of that.
"What are you trying to do?" I asked with a laugh.
"Trying to desensitize my penis," he said. "I suspect a nice, young girl like you doesn't appreciate an old man like me getting a hard-on over her."
I sipped at my wine, then set the glass down and made my way to him. I placed a hand on his pants where the still-visible outline of his cock was and said, "I think it's sexy that I can incite this big thing to full hardness."
He moaned as I ran my hand back and forth against it.
"I never knew any of my grandpas," I told him. "My mother's dad had died before I was born, and I grew up not knowing my father."
"You ... You poor thing," he said, shaking his head in pity for me.
