I was 18 and had finished my first year of college. I needed to make some money, and the chances of finding a decent job in my small town were pretty slim. So, my mom called my grandmother, who lived new San Diego. Grandma agreed to put me up for the summer and to try to fix me up with a job with her ex-husband's company. They made custom machine parts. June came and I took a Greyhound south to San Diego.
Grandma picked me up at the bus station. She was a good looking woman - - getting close to sixty but still with a trim, shapely body, big green eyes, and thick blonde hair. She'd been married four times and managed to live pretty well off the alimony from her last husband - - the machine parts king. We hugged and traded cheek pecks at the bus station and drove off to Grandma's house.
As I said, grandma was still a good-looking woman. More importantly, she was one of those older women who aren't about to go gently into that good night. She dressed well. And, she wasn't shy about visiting the plastic surgeon. He had been very good to her - - giving her nice-sized upright tits and a shapely ass. Grandma needed these because she only wanted to date younger guys. Usually, as my mother used to say, young enough to be her son but old enough to know better.
In fact, the second night I got to her house - - on the evening of the day her ex-husband reluctantly agreed to give me a job in his plant - - she and her current boyfriend were in the living room while I read a book up in my room. He was probably around 35, tall, nice guy, if a little rough-looking with his biker vests, boots, and goatee. I heard grandma whining something to him and then his gruff response. Silence. Then I heard him shout something. Pretty soon, World War III had started in the living room - - shouts, cursing, and then something hitting the wall and shattering. I heard the front door slam shut. Then, I heard grandma sobbing.
I went downstairs and she was huddled on the couch sobbing. I sat down next to her and asked if she was okay.
"I'm fine," she answered between sobs. "But that son-of-a-bitch Brian ought to get stuffed. That lousy good-for-nothing."
I asked if she needed anything but grandma shook her head and said she was okay.
"Go on back to your room Jimmy," she said, bravely smiling. "I'll be fine."
For the next week, every night after dinner, grandma would retreat to her bedroom and I would hear her talking on the phone to Brian. She begged and wheedled, she sweet-talked and coaxed. But, Brian wasn't coming back.
On Friday, I suggested we go to a movie. At first, grandma was reluctant. But, then she agreed. We headed to the mall, grabbed some food, and then caught a flick. I noticed a fair number of people throwing glances at grandma and me. She did too.
"You know, Jimmy," grandma said, looping her arm through mine. "You're a pretty good-looking young fellow."
I blushed. But now I understood part of what made grandma tick. She liked for people to see her with a younger guy because, I think, she thought that made her look more desirable. The older woman who could still snag a young guy. I certainly wasn't complaining. What with work and being new in town, I wasn't going to be doing a lot dating that summer.
Saturday night, grandma suggested that we go out for dinner. We dressed and returned to the mall. Grandma chose a pizza chain restaurant, and she chose a table right next to the plate glass window that gave out onto the mall itself. That way she could watch other folks as they watched us. This made her very happy.
After eating, Grandma suggested we go get a beer. When I mentioned that I was still only 18, she just shrugged.
"You look older to me," she said with a smile. "Come on, live a little."
We ended up at a bar-disco somewhere near downtown. The crowd was definitely younger. But grandma loved it. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight, lycra top that scooped down to reveal her abundant but not excessive cleavage. We had a couple of beers and talked. Then, grandma took me by the hand and led me out onto the dance floor. And, man, could that old lady shake it. She was rolling her hips around and wiggling her ass like it was 1974. I kind of rolled to the beat and took in the show. At one point, grandma moved up close to me and began thrusting her hips forward. She wore a kind of dazed expression on her face, looking at me but not really seeing me. I looked down to watch her tits jiggling and just as I reached out to pull her closer to me, she seemed to snap out of it. She gave me a big smile, backed up, and mellowed out.
We had a great time, especially grandma, who kept swiveling her head around to see if we were being watched. And, of course, we were. Lots of couples were giving us the eye, and I saw guys here and there running their eyes up and down granny's curvy body. We stumbled home sometime after midnight. Not used to drinking beer, I wobbled to my bedroom and fell on the bed. I was soon fast asleep.
This is about when things began to change in the house. For instance, Brian started calling. But, grandma either wouldn't answer the phone or got rid of him with a few curt sentences. Also, grandma started paying more attention to me - - asking me about work, asking me what I wanted for dinner, and asking me - - a lot - - whether I liked her outfit or her blouse or her shoes.
On Sunday morning, grandma asked me if I could wash her car - - a sweet Lexus convertible. I agreed and pulled the car out of the garage into the little paved area right behind her house. The southern California sun was hot and I wore a t-shirt and a pair of cut-offs. Just as I rinsed down the car and started soaping it up, grandma came out of the house. She looked hot. She wore a pair of really short shorts and a tight halter top. Her long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders. I took a good look at her body. Her tits were high and full and her ass was curved and plump. She had fantastic thighs. True, after a certain age, not even lipo can get rid of that little bulge around the midriff - - but grandma's body was as hot as any 35 year-old's.
She said she'd forgotten something in the glove compartment, and as I squatted down to soap up the back door, she leaned into the car, jamming her succulent ass right into my view. I swallowed and reached down to adjust my erection. Grandma stood up, winked at me and strutted around to the other side of the car. Boy, she loved showing off.
"Hey, Jimmy," she said from the other side of the car. "All done soaping up?"
I stood to answer her and was greeted by a blast of cold water. Sputtering, I dropped my sponge and heard grandma laughing.
"Gotcha," she said, holding the hose to her side.
I grinned and began sidling around the car. Grandma blasted me with the hose again as I got around the corner of the Lexus. Slapping away at the water, I approached closer. She was laughing and trying to squirt me. Finally, sopping wet, I tried to grab the hose from her hand. We wrestled back and forth and as we did, the hose managed to drench grandma. The water was cold. And grandma's nipples popped out against the fabric of her halter top. Grandma turned her back to me, laughing maniacally and struggling with the hose. I managed to reach down and spray her legs as she backed her ass up against my crotch, trying to push me away with her hips.
I was laughing too, but I was also getting very turned on. Suddenly, grandma dropped the hose and sprang around to the other side of the car. She picked up the soapy sponge from the bucket and raised it over her head, mockingly threatening me with it. I gave her a quick burst from the hose and she tossed the sponge. I dodged it and tossed it back to her.
Our water fight lasted about ten minutes. We were like a couple of kids playing in the summer sun. And, soon, both of us were sopping wet. Grandma was especially wet and soapy. Every time she picked up the sponge and dipped it in the bucket, suds flowed all over her.
Finally, I dropped the hose and made a dash around the car. Grandma laughed, and I ran up to her and grabbed her around the waist. She was still clutching the sponge.
"Now," I said. "I've got you."
I could feel her hips tight against my wet crotch. She giggled.