Well, l guess there is no argument about it; I'm old. I am getting dressed for the wedding of my grandchild, his new bride, just on the other side of the wall doing the same.
But l don't feel like it, and after finally losing the fat from giving birth to my last child, l wasn't about to let it back on again. So, although l have no plans to outshine the bride, l picked out a lovely dress, one that puts up a fight against my age. The lace bra, garter, and nylons are primarily for me.
I'm sure we all have regrets, but one area l do not is my sex life, and my departed husband made sure of that. Although l was limited before my marriage to him, he showed me a whole new world and one l had never dreamed of prior. I have experienced almost everything, and during our swinging years, I made many new friends and experiences with them.
But today is her day, and it is good to hear the excitement coming through the walls as she and her girlfriends get her ready for the ceremony. l was snapping in my second nylon when things changed, or, say, the commotion in the room next to mine. There was a lot of commotion and then crying from within, while l heard an unknown voice calling for the bride's mother.
After about five minutes of continuous crying, l decided to see if l could help; stunned by it all, l hadn't finished dressing, so l grabbed my robe and made my way over. There, sitting on the edge of the bed, was my granddaughter-to-be, her face cupped in her hands, still crying. l touched her on the shoulder. "What is wrong, my dear?"
She raised her pretty face, mascara running down her face. "I'm sorry, I am just being stupid."
"Stupid? There is no stupidity, especially on this day. What is bothering you?"
She told me how this marks the end of things and how it would be only them from now on. And how, although in many ways that sounds wonderful, she fears not being able to experience those things she hasn't gotten to. Then, with the dam broken by that omission, she let go.
If it were for most any other Granny, they might have been at a loss, but l wasn't just any Granny. As l had said, my life was unlike most, which put me in an excellent place to help her with this struggle.
"Oh, Sweetheart, this isn't the end; it's just the beginning." With that, l grabbed the wipes so l could clean her face up to begin again. "You're such a classic beauty, my dear." Then l pressed my lips against hers.
I had not noticed that my robe had opened in the commotion, not until her hands found my breasts without complication. It took little effort for her to free them from my bra and then pinch my hard nipples that were reaching for the stars. l wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer to suckle upon me. It felt wonderful, and my hand found her legs parted and most welcoming as l pulled to the side her panties so my fingers could explore her warm box. I found it free of all hair and dripping wet, hot, wanting, and willing.
She bit down hard upon my nipple as l rubbed her engorged clit, but they were tough after breastfeeding my children, and up for the task.
l pulled down on her corset, freeing her breasts, but l was far more careful as l drug the tip of my tongue over and around her growing nipple. The other side the same treatment before l kissed my way down her flat belly. My nose was rewarded slightly before my lips and tongue, and it had been some time since my last taste of young pussy. My efforts were quickly rewarded as she climaxed in record time and then, to her shock when she squirted.
"I didn't know l could do that!" She screamed. l said not a word, just continued with my cleaning task. Then, when l finished to my satisfaction, l kissed her again. During our kiss, she had found my pussy, so l knew we were not done. Mimicking my actions, she kisses her way down my body and then what l was sure of, her first taste of pussy.
