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Of course, all characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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Where It Counts . . .
Even though I'm short by today's standards, my five foot six inch body towers over tiny Michelle. My granddaughter's very short when you gauge her to today's women. The little girl's barely five foot tall. That, however, is not what you see when you look at the little girl who just turned eighteen.
What stands out even more than her diminutive stature is something far more important than height. The little girl's been blessed with a body so incredibly nice, all you can think about is fucking that incredible body no matter who she is. Tiny Michelle's really got it where it counts.
Her grandfather loved her incredible body, but knew he couldn't have it. Therefore, he did the next best thing. He took pictures of her every chance he could, then, like some sick old fuck, jerked off while looking at them.
That was good for a while, but eventually got tired. Michelle wore all her clothes in those pictures. He wanted pictures of his granddaughter without any clothes at all. He wanted to jerk off while looking at Michelle's incredible naked body.
Yeah, I know! I'm a sick old fuck. I not only wanted the immoral and obscene, I wanted the impossible. There was no way in the world this gorgeous kid would ever take off all her clothes for some sick old fuck who should be out playing golf instead of staying home with his dick in his hand. Still, I didn't give up trying.
I took her picture at a party. Michelle smiled for me, then asked why I was always taking her picture. "Not that I mind, Grandpa! I'm just a little curious why you take so many pictures of me."
I couldn't lie. I told Michelle the truth. I thought she was beautiful and had a great body and I loved looking at it in her pictures. She smiled again. Women love it when men say nice things about them, even if that man is her dirty old grandpa.
Little Michelle was no different. For some reason, she loved hearing it from me, even when I told her I'd love seeing her great body without any clothes at all.
The smiled remained. For a kid so young, what I said didn't phase her one bit. She didn't even blush, but more importantly, she never told her parents what I said. If she had, they sure as shit would have gotten pissed at me for saying such an outrageous comment to their little girl.
But, the way I saw it, Michelle was no little girl. Oh, she was little in height, but this kid was no little girl. She was certainly old enough to know what her horny old Grandpa was thinking.
"Grandpa! Now you're being silly! I can't take off all my clothes for you. Then you'll see me naked!"
Don't you get it kid? I want to see you naked. In fact, your Grandpa wants to fuck you. That's why he wants you naked. You take off all your clothes and then I'll fuck you.
She grinned. I could swear she was reading my mind. "Grandpa! You better get those dirty thoughts out of your head. Grandma wouldn't like what you're thinking about me.
I don't give a shit what Grandma thinks. If she had a body like yours, I'd be thinking about fucking her instead of you. But, Grandma doesn't have a body like yours. No one does. That's why I want you naked, and that, my little Michelle, is the reason I want to fuck you.
By the time the night ended, I had many pictures of sexy little Michelle. I also had one hell of a giant hard-on, something Michelle's Grandma stopped giving me long ago.
While she posed, I grew. While she smiled for the camera, I smiled too. I did so not because I was getting more pictures, but because the little girl's eyes couldn't miss what her fine body had done to her Grandpa.
It was around three in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. My wife wasn't due home for another three hours. It was the middle of the summer so she wore a short summer dress, one that clung tightly on top and flared at the bottom. It showed off her abundant chest as well as her solid tanned legs. I loved the way Michelle looked in that dress. I couldn't help wondering what she'd look like without it. She was there to make me stop wondering.
"So, Grandpa? You still want pictures of me?"
By the time I got my camera from the other room, Michelle had the back of the dress open and was looking back at me over her shoulder. Her teasing eyes and enticing smile told me I was going to get some very different pictures that day. The first one was the dress falling off her shoulders, showing both my camera and me that she wore no bra. The second, third and forth were of Michelle's bare back with the dress draped around her slim waist. After that, I just snapped away.
Every shot was a classic, every pose a tease. She liked posing and I liked shooting. The next group of pictures really teased. Michelle lifted the bottom of the dress to her waist. I stopped shooting just to stare. The tiny viewfinder window didn't afford the view I could get with my naked eye. And the view was wonderful.
It was Michelle's fine ass covered only by her thong panties. I almost came just from the sight of an ass so beautifully shaped. She saw me staring. "Grandpa! Take my picture! You said you wanted me without any clothes. Well, here I am!"
