Straight Female / 22
When I was younger my step-mother was a bitch who hated my guts and my dad was (and still is) a salesman who travels all the time and has no patience for me or my siblings on the weekends. Is it any wonder then that I fell in love with my grandfather?
It started in 2008 when I was 15 and we moved in with my step-mom's father, Robert. The economy had tanked and my dad was between jobs. My step-mom had been working as a waitress at Hooters bringing in good bank, but not enough to cover the house payment, so we let the bank take it and moved half way across the US to live with her dad.
Robert was a kind man in his upper forties. He owns his own contracting business and got my step-mom a "respectable" job in the front office. During that first summer vacation Granpa Bob took me in his truck as he would drive around checking the progress at work sites or doing estimates for new projects. Where my dad ignored me, Robert would teach me what he was doing and why, ask my opinion or what I thought of something, and actually pay attention to me. I fell in love with him that summer.
One week we ended up on a long overnight trip across the state. We had a reservation for a room with 2-beds, but checked in late and all they had was a queen so we took it. Robert offered to sleep in the side chair, there being no couch or pull out, but I told him we could share the bed. We had a nice dinner in the hotel's restaurant, and Robert even let me have my first glass of wine. Maybe that's what did it, what made me so brazen?
I really don't know what came over me, but after Robert turned out the lights I snuggled up to him and he wrapped his big arms around me. It had been a long day and we were soon out cold. Sometime during the night we ended up spooning, him behind me, and I woke up with his hard cock slipped between my thighs. He wasn't *inside* me, but was was humping back and forth as if he was. I could hear him moaning, calling out my name in his sleep, as he slowly stroked his cock against my panties. I still don't know what made me do it, but I reached back between us and wrapped my little hand around the shaft of his cock and gave it a slight squeeze.
Robert groaned suddenly and tensed. I could feel these pulses, throbs run up the shaft of his cock and suddenly there was a hot wetness between my legs. I'm not a fool, I've seen dogs mate and knew the mechanics. My grandfather had just cum all over my thighs and ass and I had just given him what amounted to a hand job in the hotel bed we shared.
As his orgasm subsided he suddenly got quiet and I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Honey," he said, "you can let go of me now." I realized that I was holding his cock very hard in my hand, which was all covered in his cum. I let go and he went off to the bathroom. I remember looking at my hand, which was covered with his seed, which was also all over the bedsheets, the t-shirt I was sleeping in, and my panties. When he came back from the bathroom he brought a warm, wet washcloth and began to clean his cum off me.
Robert started to apologize, but I kissed him on the mouth and told him I loved him and enjoyed what we had done and hoped I had done it right for him. We kissed after that, pulled up the covers and made love that morning. He was my first everything. My first love, my first handjob, the first man to make love to me, the first man to teach me how powerful an orgasm I can have.
Today I'm 22 and still live with Robert. My parents moved out 3-years ago and got their own place. I told them I was going to stay and help Robert with his contracting business while I finished college. I have my own room, but haven't slept in it since they left. Robert and I live as man and wife, and I love him with my whole heart and soul.
It started in 2008 when I was 15 and we moved in with my step-mom's father, Robert. The economy had tanked and my dad was between jobs. My step-mom had been working as a waitress at Hooters bringing in good bank, but not enough to cover the house payment, so we let the bank take it and moved half way across the US to live with her dad.
Robert was a kind man in his upper forties. He owns his own contracting business and got my step-mom a "respectable" job in the front office. During that first summer vacation Granpa Bob took me in his truck as he would drive around checking the progress at work sites or doing estimates for new projects. Where my dad ignored me, Robert would teach me what he was doing and why, ask my opinion or what I thought of something, and actually pay attention to me. I fell in love with him that summer.
One week we ended up on a long overnight trip across the state. We had a reservation for a room with 2-beds, but checked in late and all they had was a queen so we took it. Robert offered to sleep in the side chair, there being no couch or pull out, but I told him we could share the bed. We had a nice dinner in the hotel's restaurant, and Robert even let me have my first glass of wine. Maybe that's what did it, what made me so brazen?
I really don't know what came over me, but after Robert turned out the lights I snuggled up to him and he wrapped his big arms around me. It had been a long day and we were soon out cold. Sometime during the night we ended up spooning, him behind me, and I woke up with his hard cock slipped between my thighs. He wasn't *inside* me, but was was humping back and forth as if he was. I could hear him moaning, calling out my name in his sleep, as he slowly stroked his cock against my panties. I still don't know what made me do it, but I reached back between us and wrapped my little hand around the shaft of his cock and gave it a slight squeeze.
Robert groaned suddenly and tensed. I could feel these pulses, throbs run up the shaft of his cock and suddenly there was a hot wetness between my legs. I'm not a fool, I've seen dogs mate and knew the mechanics. My grandfather had just cum all over my thighs and ass and I had just given him what amounted to a hand job in the hotel bed we shared.
As his orgasm subsided he suddenly got quiet and I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Honey," he said, "you can let go of me now." I realized that I was holding his cock very hard in my hand, which was all covered in his cum. I let go and he went off to the bathroom. I remember looking at my hand, which was covered with his seed, which was also all over the bedsheets, the t-shirt I was sleeping in, and my panties. When he came back from the bathroom he brought a warm, wet washcloth and began to clean his cum off me.
Robert started to apologize, but I kissed him on the mouth and told him I loved him and enjoyed what we had done and hoped I had done it right for him. We kissed after that, pulled up the covers and made love that morning. He was my first everything. My first love, my first handjob, the first man to make love to me, the first man to teach me how powerful an orgasm I can have.
Today I'm 22 and still live with Robert. My parents moved out 3-years ago and got their own place. I told them I was going to stay and help Robert with his contracting business while I finished college. I have my own room, but haven't slept in it since they left. Robert and I live as man and wife, and I love him with my whole heart and soul.
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