I loved staying at my Grandad's house. I used to stay there every weekend when I was a little girl, but as I grew older I saw him less. We had planned a camping trip to catch up and I was so excited! He always made me feel happy and loved, and this weekend it would just be me and him, like the old days. He picked me up from my house on the Friday morning.
"My goodness Phoebe, you've grown so much since I last saw you!" Grandad exclaimed as I got into his truck.
"Well I am nearly 19 now Grandad. I'm not the little girl you use to bounce on your knee anymore!" I laughed.
"No, you're most definitely not. Shall we get going then?"
"Yes! I'm so excited to get there!"
We started driving. It was a 2 hour long drive, and we filled the time by singing songs and reminiscing on old times. I honestly missed spending time with him so much, and was so happy to be near him again.
"So, tell me Phoebe, what have I missed? Is there a special boy in your life?" Grandad asked me curiously.
"No Grandad! I don't waste my time with immature boys. I have more important things on my mind!" This was a lie. I loved getting fucked by different boys, but I couldn't let Grandad know that. He looked at me suspiciously and I laughed it off. I often wondered if he had a lady in his life. My Grandma died 5 years ago, and I've never seen him with another woman.
We finally arrived at the camp site. It wasn't how I remembered it at all. Back in the day, there were so many families that visited here, however now it was empty. There were very few tents set up. Me and Grandad picked a spot and parked. He put his hand on my knee.
"I'm so glad to be spending this time with you, Phoebe."
"Me too Grandad."
There was an awkward silence for a moment. Something felt different between us this time. It didn't feel like when I was a kid, but I couldn't quite figure out why.
We got out of the car and begun unpacking. I hated setting up the tents, so I sat in the truck while Grandad did it all. He was much better than I was.
"Phoebe while I finish this, go and get some wood will ya? We need to make a fire, it's going to be cold tonight." Grandad instructed.
"Ok Grandad, I won't be long then."
I walked off into the woods, picking up the best logs I could find for the fire. As I walked deeper into the trees, I saw a couple lying on the ground. The closer I got, the clearer it became that they were having sex. I could hear the grunting and the pounding of their bodies against each other. I suddenly felt my pussy burning and becoming wet. I wanted to watch, but knew that was wrong, so I turned back with the logs that I had and made my way back, still unable to shake the erotic image of the couple out of my mind. When I couldn't take my arousal anymore, I dropped the logs and leaned my back against a tree. I stuck my hand down my trousers and into my panties, and being slowly rubbing my pussy. I loved touching my clit even more than I loved fingering myself. The sensation was much more intense. I knew I could be caught any minute but didn't care, I just needed to touch myself. I wished I had someone there to touch me, to make love to me like that couple were doing. I rubbed faster and harder, and was nearing my orgasm when I heard a noise. I turned and there was a fox heading towards me. They had always scared me since I was little, so I grabbed the logs and ran back to camp, disappointed by my anti-climatic moment. When I got back to camp, the tent was all set up and the bags were gone from the car. I guessed that Grandad had taken everything inside, so I dropped the logs on the grass and crawled through the entrance. As I lifted my head up, I was greeted by a huge shock. There was my Grandad, holding my underwear with his cock out. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Phoebe! This isn't what it looks like. I just.. Erm..."
