A quick scene from me this time. It's unedited, etc., so there will be errors. Apologies for any fuck-ups in the text.
I've disabled voting and comments on this. I'm bored with the yada-yada from trolls and others who complain I didn't write the story as they would have preferred it. This is the scene I wrote, so...
And it's only supposed to be fun so taking it too seriously can't be good for a person.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
GA - Cambridgeshire, UK - 25 April 2021
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The dark, clandestine excitement rippled through me when I saw her step out of the caravan. The arousal was a heavy draw down in my root, desire tugging my vitals while my cock thickened and grew with urgent need. I knew it was wrong. Inside my head, on a logical level, I understood the sin.
But what I felt inside overwhelmed any and all notion of morality instilled in me by my parents.
I was hot for her body, eager to see her all bare and lovely again.
As I watched, and with those illicit carnal desires bubbling within, she tilted her face towards the sky, closing her eyes as she took a moment with the sun on her face. It was 10:30 a.m. and already warm, the promise of another high blue sky and sunshine no doubt drawing her to the dunes. There was more to her motivation than an all-over tan. I would find that out later. But, for me, on that bright August morning, my mind was full of how I could spy on her ripe, voluptuous, mature, and very aesthetically pleasing body.
"Just off for a walk," I called as I watched my grandmother put her sunglasses on.
Then she hefted the blue shoulder bag higher on her shoulder just as my mother said: "Bloody hell, that's three days in a row. What's the matter with you?"
It was good-natured banter from my mother. She was in the bedroom at the back of the van, the one next to the caravan my grandmother and grandad were sharing.
"There's a lot to see out in the dunes," I said, which wasn't a lie. The main attraction for me was my own grandmother, my mother's mother, naked and working on her tan, big tits swaying whenever she changed position as the sun moved across the sky.
"Don't get sunburned," my mother called as I opened the door to the outside world.
My grandmother was moving at a fair clip, sandals strapped to her feet, hem of her light summer dress twitching, calves smooth and tanned, hips swaying as she went through the gate at the end of the park. I could see the blue water stretching off to the horizon, the blades on the windfarm towers flashing with reflected sunlight as they slowly turned some distance offshore. As I followed, anxious and eager, I saw my grandmother's shoulders and head move beyond my sightline, the path down to the beach steep and narrow, a chokepoint I needed to be mindful about in case she turned and saw me lurking behind.
It wasn't so urgent because I knew her spot. I'd spied on her for two days in a row so far and was confident she'd be in the same place. But there was always a chance she might know a couple or more private places where she could strip nude and take on some sun, which made me impatient and put me closer to her than might have been wise. Still, I got away with it and, after ten minutes of trailing my grandmother along the meandering sandy path, I watched from a dune about twenty yards away, hiding behind clumps of rough gorse which clung to the sand with tenacious fragility.
"Oh," I breathed out loud when she lifted the summer dress over her head.
My grandmother had laid out the large towel, using her bag as an unnecessary weight in case an unlikely wind blew up. She was in a bikini, the two-piece a year or two too small, and even from that distance I could see tit-flesh jiggling, the cups of the bra struggling to hold my grandmother's large boobs.
I sighed as lust lurched deep inside me while I stared at my grandmother and, with her back towards me, her feminine shape setting a pulse through my cock, gooey pre-cum seeping into my underwear, she hooked her bikini briefs with both hands, showing them down past her knees. That action meant she angled at the waist, rump thrust back at me.
Which is when I lost it and hauled out my cock. It was a reckless move, crazy because I was close to the narrow track while my grandmother had some shelter from view down in the concave bowl between the dunes.
I gawked and tugged at my dick, wild with desire, my focus on my grandmother as she unclasped the bikini top and, for a couple of unforgettable seconds, her big tits swayed and swung until she settled onto her front. I wanked, slowly caressing my length while my grandmother wriggled and eventually settled, skin shiny with the sun lotion she must have applied before she left the caravan.
I was so absorbed in what I was looking at and the sweetness of the sensations that I didn't notice the man until he was a few feet away, the dog on its lead, for which I was grateful because the huge brute set to barking and snarling at about the same moment I spotted the man from the corner of my eye.
Then it was chaos: dog barking like it wanted to rip my throat out while the man, after a couple of beats where we stared at each other, set off yelling at me.
Fear was a visceral squeeze down in my guts, the response doubled because of the dog and also because a quick glance into the dune showed me my grandmother was up on her knees, a hand at her eyes like a salute.
As it all kicked off, the man yelled: "What the fuck do you think you're at!"
"I'm sorry," I babbled, repeating it three or four times as I shoved my erection into my shorts.
"Fucking dirty little cunt," he was shouting while the dog kept of snarling and frothing at the mouth.
With the panic rising inside me I saw my grandmother was wrapping the towel around her waist.
"I've got to go," I said to the man.
"I'll set the dog on you," he said. "You stay there, you fucking perv. I know what you were doing. I saw."
As he said it he managed to hold the crazed animal with one hand, lead straining as the dog jumped and snapped it's massive fangs at me, murder in its bark, the man fished a mobile phone out of a pocket in his trousers.
The sight of the phone upset me more than the dog as I blurted: "No, what?"
"I'm calling the police," he said, fumbling one-handed at the device.
As he did it I saw my grandmother was walking up the incline towards us, towel around her waist, a forearm and one hand over her breasts while she shielded her eyes from the sun.
"Caught this one spying," the man called out as my grandmother approached. "Won't tell you what the dirty sod was up to," he added. "But I reckon you can guess."
I gawked at my grandmother, vaguely aware my life as I'd known it was over. Humiliation washed over me in a hot tide. I imagined it all in an instant, in less time than it took to blink I calculated all the anger and outrage coming my way. There'd be scorn and disgust, my mother would make a fuss. I could just see the snot and tears, hear the wailing and the shouts.
Then, as it was going through my head, and with the shock of it in her face, I saw my grandmother mouth: Run.
She accompanied the word with a s quick flick of the arm she didn't have across her boobs, reinforcing the instruction with a jerk of her head.
Then she mouthed it again, turning to focus attention on the man while the dog barked and yanked at the lead.
A moment later, I was off, sucking in air, heart beat in my ears while I kicked up sand and sprinted away from the scene of the crime.
I yelped when I heard the man shout something about the dog, vulnerable at my calves and buttocks as I imagined the slavering beast taking chomps at the flesh.
I was close to blubbing as I made my frantic escape, charging along the path with no clear destination in mind as I swerved down into the dunes, desperate to get clear and away from that huge-fucking-dog.
