Kimmy and Grandpa Part 1 (an erotic fantasy)
This is all fiction, none of it ever happened.
Getting older is a bitch.
I had this thought as I muddled through some of my book boxes. I never read this one, probably never will. It would be one of those things the family came across after I’m gone. Anybody want this book? No? Okay, Thrift Shop Box.
Don’t be so negative, I thought to myself. Kimmy was coming over, and I was excited about that. My daughter was going out of town with the older k**s, but Kimmy didn’t want to go. That call made my day.
Kimmy is eleven, and too smart for her own good. I’ve been in her corner when it comes to arguing with her mom. Negotiation, I would tell her, negotiation. Give her something so you can get what you want. I’d get a call sometimes from her, at the risk of my daughter getting mad at me. But I had done the same thing with her when she was young, and when i was married to her mother.
“Can Kimmy come and stay with you for the weekend?” she had asked. My heart jumped.
“Of course, no problem at all. I don’t have any other plans, would be happy to have her.”
A trip to the grocery store made sure that I had all her favorite things. Froot Loops, wtf. And of course almond milk, because of some reason or another I didn’t understand. I was just so happy she was coming, and hoped there wouldn’t be a last minute cancellation. I held that out there, because it happened sometimes. I’d be disappointed.
I was sitting in my favorite chair with a cup of coffee, reading the book I thought I would never read. I heard the Honda Pilot pull up outside, and lost interest in the reading. I got up and opened the door before they could reach it. Kimmy was there, and she reached her arms out and hugged me.
“Hi Grandpa,” she said. I held her tight, my hand against the back of her head, her silky hair in my hands. I raised my other hand to wave, and my daughter drove off. I held Kimmy’s hand and they went inside.
I led you to my chair and sat down, and invited you to sit with me. I showered and shaved that morning, and put a little after shave on. I didn’t want any reason for you not to want to be close to me.
You snuggled up on my lap and leaned against me. You breathed deeply, and whispered.
“You smell like my grandpa.”
I ran my hand affectionately over your back, and down to your backside, but stopped there.
I knew it wasn’t quite right how much I enjoyed your physical attention, and your position on my lap. You were always ready to get close and snuggle. I lacked that affection, my wife and I hadn’t touched each other that way in years. So when you are around I don’t know quite how to act. You make him feel so much younger than I am.
You sat on my lap and I used the remote to turn the TV on. I handed it to you, and you turned to something you liked and eased back comfortably into my body. We sat silently, you leaning back against me, and I began stroking your bare leg gently, and I hoped chastely.
I was ashamed of his feelings for you, and though I knew that it was only the result of needing touch and affection, I knew that one wrong action could cost me dearly. It was hard for me to allow you to freely express your affection for me, without my own arousal becoming the result. I could feel it now, my cock getting harder underneath her. I didn’t move, just allowed you your own pleasure, whatever that was. She is a good girl, I thought, always obedient and helpful. You turned your face up to mine. Did you feel my cock? I felt a pang of alarm, and a bit of shame around the feelings I was having for you.
“Grandpa?” You gently put your hand to my face, and caressed me, feeling my smooth face.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Can I go get something to drink?”
“Of course you can! Do you want me to help you?”
“No, I want you to stay EXACTLY like you are until I get back! Do you want something from the kitchen?”
Exactly like I am… which is, aroused and horny for my granddaughter. God, it’s so wrong. I couldn’t rationalize how I felt and how my body was reacting, and I refused to respond to the voice in his head saying I should stop this.
“No thank you sweetie, I have my coffee.” I paused before speaking again. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”
You jumped up and ran to the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open, then shut, as I adjusted my aroused cock in my pants. I wanted to make it more noticeable somehow, and more comfortable for me when you sat on my lap, but was again concerned with what I was doing. I decided to take the middle road, making sure my erection was flat against me, innocently, pointing up, where it would nestle between your legs. Hey, grandpas don’t always have full control of their facilities. If worse came to worse I would plead insanity, Alzheimer’s, something. My biggest fear was that you would be afraid to sit on my lap again.
You returned with a glass of iced tea, and reached over me to set it on the end table beside the chair. With the window behind you, the sun revealed what was beneath your sheer, thin dress, your budding breasts and nothing else but your panties. I could see your breasts clearly, and I wanted to feel them, but there was a clear red line in my mind as to what I could do.
You sat back down on my lap, and moved around a bit with your pelvis to get comfortable. I could feel you sliding over my cock, and you gave a little downward squeeze with your butt. Did you know?
“Mmm. Grandpa, you are so soft.”
That was the right thing for you to say, LOL. Because I was hard and could feel it.
We sat quietly for an hour or so. It was enough for me just to have you close, as much as I wanted to feel those sweet little breasts, to kiss your mouth, and to feel you slide over my cock. After the show was over, you turned around.
“I think I want to work on my puzzle,” you said.
“Of course, Kim. Let me know if you need anything…”
I put you to bed that night in the spare room where you sleep. I kissed you goodnight and you hugged me hard around the neck. Then I went into my room and started watching TV. I usually fall asleep with the TV on, so I turned off all the lights and laid back on the bed.
About an hour later, I was getting to sleep, and I had the memory of you earlier on my mind. My cock was getting hard, and I used my hand to stroke it lightly. I wasn’t sure what would come of it, but it felt really good. I had the covers back, and my eyes closed.
I heard the door slowly open, and there you were, in the light of the TV.
“Grandpa, I couldn’t sleep.” You walked in and to the bed, and climbed in with me. I was kind of paralyzed because I wasn’t expecting you. I pulled the covers over my lower half a bit late, you were already in bed.
You giggled. “What are you hiding, grandpa?” and you pulled back the covers. My hard cock was right in front of you. I could see the astonishment in your face.
“Is that it? Is that your… penis?”
“Honey, it’s inappropriate, I’m sorry you walked in…”
“No, grandpa, that’s it, right? It’s what I feel when I am on your lap?”
“Ummm…” I tried to say something, but nothing was going to deter you. You reached over and touched it.
“Wow! That is cool. Grandpa, why does it get so hard?”
“Uh, it does that, sometimes I can’t stop it. But it happens when I am excited, in a certain way…”
“You mean when I sit on your lap? That makes you excited?”
“Yes, Kimmy, but we shouldn’t do this. It’s not right, sweetie.”
You just kept touching me. You touched a finger to the top, where my pre-cum was glistening, and pulled it away, making a string of precum.
“Cool! See that, grandpa?”
I thought I might have a heart attack. My granddaughter, playing with my cock- why wasn’t I stopping this?
“Kimmy, please, listen to me…”
“I know grandpa, I know…” you said, slowly lowering your mouth to kiss the head of my cock.
I was scared, because of what could happen. What if someone found out? But I put all that aside and just leaned back to let you do what you wanted to do. You kissed my cock. You licked it. You weren’t an expert, which made me happy.
“I like the way that stuff tastes,” you said.
I remembered seeing your little budding breasts in the light, and I wanted to feel them.
“Come up here, Kimmy,” I said, and you crawled up where you could look into my face and laid down on your side.
“What, grandpa?” You said, and your eyes were looking at my face.
I looked at your mouth. My cock was in there. I put my arms around you, and pulled the nightgown up and over your arms, and head. You leaned on one arm, naked to my eyes. Then you said it again.
“What, grandpa?”
“This,” I said, as I pulled you to me, and put my mouth on your right breast. You had a little freckle just above the nipple. I had never seen that before. I kissed the freckle, then covered your nipple with my mouth.
As I sucked your nipple, your breath started to change. You put your hand in my hair, and pulled me closer. “Grandpa…” you whispered. I switched to the other nipple, and your breath became shorter and steady. Your little body was moving in a rhythm, and I could tell you were getting very turned on. I pulled you closer, and you started to shake. You started to whimper in my arms. Then you stopped and sucked in air, arched your back, and started to spasm. You were having an orgasm, just from me sucking your little pubescent titties. I couldn’t wait to explore more. I knew that you would like where we would be going next. Continued…