It was late November when l was called to duty, that being a grandma. My son-in-law was rewarded at work, the prize was a two-week vacation. This was only possible if someone was to watch over my two grandchildren, so without hesitation, l offered my skills.
They were eight and six so attending school at the time, so my mornings were getting them up, fixing breakfast and lunch to go, and then lastly seeing them off. The first day l watched from the warmth inside the house, but seeing the other mothers standing in the cold made me feel bad or say less than l should be. So the second day l bundled up and made the trex with them.
That first time the moms made me feel welcome and we mostly talked about my reasoning for being there. I got to learn more about them over the next two days and after the bus left on Friday l invited the group back to my daughters, where coffee and fresh baked delights were waiting. Over the next few hours, l learned far more about them and they all seemed to have a common thread, none were getting the love they were after and love is my kind way of saying sex.
After a weekend of thinking about it l invited them all back that following Monday. Putting myself out there l told them stories of my life, both in my past and current. Although l never had to deal with their exact problem l did understand where they were coming from. How love and sex go hand in hand if it is done right, you only share that with your One. Well, most of the time the stories when l didn't pique their interest most of all. And with twenty years in the lifestyle l had no shortage of stories to tell.
They varied wildly and it was fun to judge by their eyes which affected one more than the other, only one of them seemingly completely turned off. She didn't return the following day but that allowed the other ladies to open up more. Although maybe more limited their stories turned me on very much, other than my fingers and a couple of toys l brought along l found myself short on resources. So our talks were rocket fuel for me and I'm guessing l wasn't alone. On day three the coffee was exchanged for Mimosas. After the second pitcher was empty Sally (A slightly stocky redhead) who was feeling no pain asked. "Is having your pussy eaten by another woman better than by a man?"
I explained the obvious, "It depends on the man or woman." I explained how with a woman it is normally softer, as she is herself. How that leads to a more affectionate feeling most times. But to no poo-poo a good hard pussy lapping, it all depends on the mood. Then to her shock l offered to show her, even more shocked by the others when she agreed to it.
I stood up and took Sally's hand and when l did Tina (Long and Lean) asked if they should leave. "I will leave that up to you." And with that said l led Sally to the bedroom where l was staying. It was cute how nervous she was, but a sweet whisper in her ear calmed her down. When l took her bra off she covered her cannonball breasts, big and round. She covered them with her hands but l placed mine on top of hers, "We will have none of that." as l brought them to her sides.
I passed my hand over the front of her panties finding them soaked already. Then l sucked on her right nipple and my fingers found their way between cloth and flesh. "Oh my God." was her response when my index finger enter her, then "Please, please." as l tugged on her swollen clitty. She wanted it and so did l.
l stripped naked before their watchful eyes, then with only her panties left l asked Sally to remove them for me. She nervously looked toward her friends, then deep into my eyes as she tugged them down and stepped away from them. I patted the bed as an invitation then l leaned in and kissed her but climbed aboard myself. It was long and very sensual, and by the end of it, my fingers were already soaked in her nectar.
