This is my first attempt at publicly writing, I am a lover of stories and I myself am an aspiring writer. I hope to use this platform and gain much needed experience, and so I thank you in advance. I am more of the: "Go big or go home, kinda guy," So, I chose to go more taboo on my first story and gradually ease into it. I hope you enjoy it.
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"You're coming out here dad, whether you want to or not. It's been too long since mom passed away and I don't like the idea of you being alone for your sixtieth birthday." said my son adamantly over the phone. I stood there and contemplated my surroundings before reluctantly accepting.
"Ok, I will. I'll visit you and your family and stay for two weeks. I know you're busy with work and with that merger, so I don't want you to feel like I need a babysitter, agreed Tim?" I replied with the sternness I knew I could never convey.
"Sure thing dad, I have to go. I'll see you later today." Tim said as he ended the call. I simply put my phone away and walked towards my bedroom. It was hard to be alone, I felt it every morning, but at my age there's not much left to do. After my wife died I sold my business and chose an early retirement. It didn't take long before retirement became synonymous with boredom. As I packed my bags I noticed a picture of my son and his family, a few years old now, I realized that I haven't seen any of them since the funeral, I was always the recluse and have been away too long. I'll change that I told myself and put the picture back and continued packing.
After I finished I went to the store and bought provisions for the road, it would be a good three hour drive. I gassed up the jaguar since I figured it'll be more comfortable for the trip and once I hit the road I blasted the radio and sang along to great rock bands, having lowered the top of the convertible I enjoyed the feel of the wind whipping through my hair.
It was near the end of my drive when I received a phone call, it was from Tim, he asked me if I had left and I told him I was close to his house. As we talked I pulled up to his driveway and noticed no cars.
"That's what I was trying to tell you dad, Jen and Chelsea went to the store to buy things for you and I had to go to work to catch up on some important documents. If you want to catch up with them, they're downtown, next to that theatre I went to as a kid, remember?" Tim asked.
"Yes I remember." I replied and pulled out of the driveway. Once I arrived at the theater I saw the store he talked about and once I parked I walked in and started looking for Tim's wife. I found her near the back of the store.
"Hi Jack" she said as she waved me over, I had forgotten how beautiful she was. I stood there and looked at her beautiful firm body, her blond hair laid on one side, her clothes accentuated her natural curves. I sighed, Tim was a lucky guy I thought to myself as I walked to her.
"It's been too long Jen" I said to her as I leaned in for a kiss. As I kissed her cheek, I smelled her perfume, it was intoxicating. I haven't even thought about any other woman in such a long time that I'd forgotten how nice they smelled.
"Wow Jack, you look great" she said to me as she gave my arms a slight squeeze.
I smiled and thanked her. I looked around but didn't see my granddaughter.
"Is Chelsea here with you?" I asked.
"She's right there Jack" she pointed at the clothing rack and that's when I saw her, a true beauty. Like her mom, she had long silky blond hair, her tight clothes hugged her petite teen body and I found myself staring at her longer than I should've. I noticed Chelsea looking back at me, she slightly lowered her sunglasses and gave me a look; a very passionate look.
"Grandpa, is that you?" Chelsea said as she walked over to me.
As she came closer I couldn't stop looking at her body, it was amazing to look at; so petite and tight, her flat belly clearly visible from under her shirt, her b cup sized breast nicely shaped in that tight purple shirt, her ripped blue jeans showing me her clean shaven legs. I was blown away. Once she finally got close to me, she removed her sunglasses and I saw her hypnotizing blue eyes, her lightly freckled nose and those beautiful lips.
"Wow grandpa, you look fit" Chelsea said as she hugged me tightly.
It hadn't dawned on me till then. The last time I saw Chelsea was two years ago, at that time I was slightly overweight, with a long beard, an image of Santa came to mind. Now I was healthy and toned, cleanly shaved, my hair neatly cut and dyed. I have spent the last two years getting back in shape, per my doctor's orders, and after my wife died it became the only thing that kept me sane. I must look like a completely different person.
With the shopping done we finally drove back to the house and I helped the ladies bring in the bags.
The house was very spacious, it had a welcoming feeling to it. As I walked in I was immediately greeted by the living room, to the right was the kitchen. Directly ahead from the center couch was a huge TV that sat on a tall wooden stand and to its right a staircase that led to the second floor. I started thinking that Tim did well for himself.
"I'm sorry I missed your eighteenth birthday Chelsea." I said to her as I finished bringing in the last bag.
"It's ok grandpa, that was like two months ago." She replied with a smile that would make any man weak in the knees.
I suddenly started thinking lustful thoughts about my granddaughter, what was wrong with me? But as I then tried to purge those images from my head, Chelsea walked into the kitchen and I got a good look at her perky round butt. It fit her petite frame perfectly.
"Dammit." I said loudly not realizing Jen was nearby.
"Everything ok Jack?" Jen asked as she stopped putting things away and walked over to me.
"Oh yes, everything's fine." I lied to her as my eyes continued to follow Chelsea's beautiful ass out of the kitchen. "Must be my age, I forgot my bathing suit." I said to her, smiling.
"Oh, that's ok. We could always go later or tomorrow and buy you one?" She said to me as she walked back towards the kitchen. I stared at her as she walked away, her firm butt had a slight bounce to it.
I needed to be alone. I needed some release. I excused myself and went upstairs. As I reached the second floor I noticed that the shower was immediately to my left and turning right led me down a path to the bedrooms. The guest room stood at the end of the hall. I grabbed the side rails and noticed that you could see the whole living room from up here. I passed the master bedroom first then it would be Chelsea's room and finally the room I'll be sleeping in for two weeks. I noticed that Chelsea's door was slightly open. I couldn't help myself anymore, a slight peek won't hurt anyone I thought as I opened the door slightly more to see if I could see more of her.
