Michelle glanced at the clock at the clock hanging in the kitchen and noticed it was getting later than she thought. She finished cleaning up from breakfast and was finally able to sit down and relax for a little while. She had just seen her husband of two months off two days before on a business trip for a week and a half and had the whole house to herself.
She didn't have to worry about anything until tomorrow, when her grandfather was going to come by and stay for a couple of nights. His house had been damaged during the last heavy rains, so grandfather and grandmother used the opportunity to go visit some old friends who lives about 300 miles away, but he came back early to "supervise" the repairs.
Also, he really didn't want to miss his monthly poker night with his buddies which she now had to host. To be honest, he told her he would cancel the game or meet at one of the other guys home; but she insisted that it was alright to hold it in hers. Now, she kind of wished she had listened to him and just spent a quiet night and maybe watch a movie.
As she sat down on the couch, she wondered if she had time to go to the gym. At twenty-two, she was just getting to the point she needed to work harder to keep looking good. Fortunately her family has good genes. In fact, many of her friends from college often told her that they found her grandfather to be quite sexy. While at first she found that bizarre, she eventually admitted to herself that if he were not her grandfather, she probably would think he was handsome as well. Most of his friends were also in decent shape though none were what you would call sexy any longer.
Now that she was married, she doesn't even think of other men anymore. With a great husband and hopefully some kids pretty soon, she had everything a young woman could want. Of course thinking about her absent husband caused her hand wander between her legs as she stretched out on the couch. With her grandfather coming, she knew this would likely be her only opportunity to "relieve" herself. As she massaged her closely trimmed pubic area, her heart began to beat a little faster. Spreading her legs she inserted her fingers into already wet pussy. Rubbing her clit, she began to feel the tingling spread over her body. Probing herself further she felt an orgasm begin to build. Rubbing faster and thrusting her hips she was lost and only living for the next few moments.
Just as she was about to cum, the sudden ring of the phone almost caused Michelle to jump off the couch. The mood broken, she sullenly walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?" she breathlessly asked.
"Are you okay sweetie, did I interrupt something?" came her grandfather's rich baritone.
"No, I was just cleaning up the house in preparation for your card game tomorrow." she replied.
"Oh, honey, don't put yourself out, besides, we probably won't even play that long.""I want to, besides it will give me a chance to wear one of my cocktail dresses" she jokingly said.
"Really?" he replied. "Well, as long as it's not too revealing."
In mock surprise she said, "Just what exactly do you mean?"
"Just when we get together and there's a pretty girl around..."
"You think I'm pretty?" she innocently asked.
After a rather uncomfortable pause she added:
"I just want to be sure you have a nice evening, besides it gives me something to do and keep me off the streets." she laughed.
"As long as it's for a good cause, I'll see you in a few hours, love ya'"
"Love you too" and she hung up the phone
She tried to go back to what she was doing, but she kept picturing her grandfather, which she honestly found somewhat disturbing. So, she decided to take a cool shower and run to the store for snacks.
Her thick dark hair hung down just past her neck. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she must admit, she started looking forward to her grandfather and his friends coming over. It would be nice to be able to flirt again without any problems resulting. Her tan 5' 5' tight body was definitely appealing, but she believed her bubble butt to be her best asset. Her B-cups could definitely be called perky even though she really didn't have any cleavage unless she wore the right bra, even then, it wasn't quite what she would have liked. Looking in her closet, she found a nice black dress that while sexy, was not too flashy. She then pulled out some nice fishnet stockings and medium heeled shoes and placed them on cedar chest at the foot of the bed.
She had a very restless night and was unable to get much sleep. The next morning, she started to get everything set up for her grandfathers game. Making sure there was plenty of beer in the frig and snacks in the pantry she wondered if there was anything else she needed to do. She had just finished lunch when her grandfather arrived. They drank some wine and chatted. He updated her on his house repairs and she told him about what she'd been doing this morning..
"I'm looking forward to your game gramps, I have a nice dress picked out and everything." She informed him.
He looked at her like she was crazy, "You know, we wouldn't be offended if you had something better to do."
"I don't...besides, I can practice my entertaining." She smirked "Ok, I guess it'll be nice to have someone wait and serve us." he said smiling."Cool" she said
His friends typically started arriving for their game around three, so at two thirty she decided to get dressed. Fixing her hair putting on her stockings and shoes she looked at herself in the mirror and not only was she way over dressed, she found herself getting somewhat aroused. Walking out into the living room, her grandfather just stared.
"You're not really going to wear that, are you?" he asked.
Crestfallen, she replied "Don't you like it?"
"Of course I do, you are a lovely young woman, but this is strictly a casual get to..." he was interrupted by the doorbell.
"Oh well...guess it's too late." He told her.
Walking to the door, she opened it. The older man standing there stood agape and looked her up and down several times. Before he could recover she spoke up, "Welcome sir, I am Michelle, I will be your hostess this afternoon...who may she say is calling?"
"I'm...Roger, is this the right..." he stuttered
"Please follow me Mr. Roger." She said.
Roger was the youngest of the group at 56 years old. He had thin grey hair and was rather slim except for a slight beer gut; though he kept in good enough shape to run half marathons.
Entering the living room with her stunned guest, she announced, "Mr. Roger." Seeing her grandfather, Roger relaxed, walked up and shook his hand, still unable to speak.