My Summer Job at Joe's Safari Theme Park
- 1 -
The summer after Mr. Alberto's party I went to live with my grandparents, Fred and Rose, who are my mom's parents, at their house in Florida. I was supposed to live with my Uncle Jack but that was delayed because he had to go on a trip for his business. I had been at my grandparents' house about two weeks, getting pretty bored looking for a summer job and not finding anything, when things started to get interesting and the first thing that got interesting was the situation with my grandparents.
I woke up later than usual that morning. I was wearing these thin cotton jammies with a top that buttoned down the front only I had left the top buttons open to be more comfortable and also because it makes me feel sexy to do that even if I am by myself which I usually am of course when I go to bed.
Well, I heard Grandma and Grandpa downstairs in the kitchen and I was famished so I brushed my hair and was about to go down when I decided to pop into the study first to check my emails. To my surprise, I saw at the bottom of the computer screen that someone had opened a site called, "Incest" something or other. I clicked it because I am nosy plus I am always curious about sexual things. It was a chatroom with people who had names like 'Bigdick' and 'Daughterfucker' talking to each other about having sex with members of their family. I read some of the comments. Phew!
Being the naughty girl that I am, I opened another button on my jammies and messed up my hair so that I looked like a disheveled person who had just gotten out of bed and didn't realize she was showing off half her boobs, and then I went downstairs and joined Grandma and Grandpa for breakfast.
"Hi sweetie," Grandma said and she and Grandpa both gave me kisses on the cheek and told me to sit down and tell them about my plans for the day while Grandma made some pancakes for me.
I noticed that Grandpa was staring at my open top. I noticed that Grandma was taking peeks herself. I thought it was pretty interesting that neither one of them warned me that my breasts were exposed. I think they could even see my nipples when I bent just a little. I was feeling sexier by the second.
Grandpa was still in his pajamas, which were cotton like mind and had red stripes going up and down, and when he went to get coffee I saw that the front of his jammy fly was sticking out like a tent. I guessed that incest site had gotten him excited and now with me there showing off my open top he was even more excited.
"Here's the paper if you want to check the job ads," Grandpa said, pushing the paper across the table.
"Oh, thanks." I bent down a little to read the ads, which made my top fall open even more, like I said. I peeked up at Grandpa to see if he was checking me out and he was. He didn't even notice me peeking at him. I yawned and stretched my arms and my tits came completely out of my top which I really didn't expect, to be honest.
"Oh, boy, I should have buttoned those buttons better," I said, frowning at myself for being so careless. I acted like maybe it was a little naughty to be showing them my tits but not real naughty since they are my own grandparents. I smiled at Grandpa who had spitted out some of his coffee and covered myself up, acting like nothing had happened.
"I thought maybe I would see if there are any ads on the computer," I said. "I actually looked at the computer just before I came downstairs, you know, to see if there were any job ads but I didn't know what site to go to. You have a good computer, Grandpa."
"Ah! Well, you can use it, certainly. I'll be right back."
"Elle, you're a very pretty girl now. you need to remember your appearance, dear," Grandma said after Grandpa hurried out of the kitchen.
"I know it."
"There isn't anything wrong with those buttons, is there? They aren't loose, are they?"
"Loose?"
"Let me see."
Grandma brought over a plate of pancakes. She put them on the table and then she sat down next to me and felt up my tits. She did check the buttons first, however.
"You know, Elle, the women in our family tend to have excellent breasts. You must have noticed that. And you follow the pattern, you surely do. It's not only the shapes of our breasts that make them exceptional, its also their sensitivity. Do you mind if I speak to you about this, I think it's important."
Grandma had stopped checking the buttons. She was lightly moving a finger back and forth across the tops of my boobs.
I don't mind," I said, watching Grandma's finger.
"That's good. A girl should know about her natural tendencies so she can be on guard. Let's see if you have that sensitivity I mentioned."
Grandma undid a couple of buttons and slipped her hand inside my jammies. She took one of my nipples and rubbed it and then she rubbed the other one. I could have told Grandma that my nipples tingle to beat the band when someone rubs them, which is usually me, and even sometimes when no one is even near them, but I figured she wanted to find this out for herself so I just closed my eyes and let her do it. I started breathing funny and squirming in my chair and not on purpose either. Grandma really knew how to feel up a person.
"Well, I can see your sensitivity is just fine, dear," she said after a while. She was breathing funny herself.
"Thanks, Grandma," I smiled. Grandma winked at me and went back to the counter and I ate my pancakes.
- 2 -
As it turned out Grandpa didn't have to worry about me finding more of his naughty computer sites because the paper had an ad I thought was neat, so I got dressed and borrowed one of the cars and drove out to see if I could get an interview. I couldn't call for an appointment because the ad didn't have a phone number. The place was just off a road which is like a main road but is pretty far out and there isn't much around in the way of development. A big sign made of carved wood marked the entrance. "Joe's Safari Theme Park, Everyone welcome," it said. I turned into this gravel drive and came to a trailer a little ways down. The park wasn't open for visitors yet but there were two cars and a pickup truck in front of the trailer. I should have known as soon as I met the guy at that trailer that this job was going to be a big mistake if I took it.
"Hey, I'm Joe, yeah you can have an interview," he said, inviting me inside the trailer, which was a huge mess with papers and junk all over the place but no chairs except for the one that he had behind this tiny desk. He sat down and looked me over.
"You're a piece of ass," he said.
"Oh, thanks." I couldn't really be mad at him for saying that because, let's face it, I was dressed up like what he said. I was wearing a collared top that fit perfectly from a guy's point of view and a skirt that was tight on my bottom and very short.
"You're hired. You wanna start today. We open in half an hour."
"You didn't say what the job is, sir," I said, but I was excited that he said I was hired. "Summer position in Safari theme park" was all the ad had said.
"You're gonna be the boat guide. What's your name?"
"Elle Johnson. I'm eighteen but I never drove a boat before, to be honest."
"This boat drives itself. You're just there to tell people about the park and be a piece of ass. Come on, I'll show you. The ride takes about twenty minutes."
Joe was about thirty five years old. He hadn't shaved in a while and he was dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt with a lot of stains on it. I was starting to have doubts about his theme park but I figured I would go for the boat ride. It was a nice boat, a 'river boat', Joe said, made of wood, with a canopy over it so passengers wouldn't get wet if it rained. There were seats along the sides and benches in the middle and a place in the front for the guide to stand and hold the tiller. There were two buttons on the control panel, a green one and a red one.
"You push the go button and the stop button and you use the tiller to keep the boat in the water and you're all set," Joe explained. We started off. The river was fake but it seemed like a real African river, I thought, not that I know anything about the rivers there. The water was muddy brown but it didn't look dirty. he river banks were great, covered with tropical looking plants and trees. As the boat moved almost silently along I began to think the job might be okay. Joe told me that his father had brought in all the plants and trees in order to make a tropical garden. His father had spent years doing it. He was a nut about it. The garden was huge, like more than a hundred acres. Then, about a year ago, his father died and Joe inherited the property and got this idea to turn it into a theme park. He inherited his father's money, too, and he used it to have the river made and do some other things and that's what we were going to see on our ride.
