No underage characters are featured in this story.
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Nayika Jaidev, her heart thumping with a rush of blood to the head, watched the salient figure on the bed at the far side of the dark room. The man was connected to a rectangular -- now faintly beeping -- portable oxygen concentrator that stood like some dystopian robotic sentinel beside the single bed. An oxygen mask on the man's aging face rose at intervals like a boat bobbing on mild waters.
From the single dim yellow lamp that illuminated the room, Nayika could make out the man's white dhoti (traditional Indian loin-cloth for men) which had moved away -- due to the old man's restlessness on bed -- and exposed a generous bit of his thighs on both sides. Old Man Jaidev, 77 years of age, grandfather to Nayika, afflicted with severe asthma, lay asleep as her grand-daughter watched him with unholy speculation from across the room.
Nayika Jaidev, Indian-American, 19 years old, dusky complexion, medium height, spectacled and unshaved in the arm-pits, bit her lip as her grandfather shifted on the bed. She then shut the room door and tiptoed uneasily to her own bedroom across the dark hallway. Her parents and siblings were fast asleep and she felt a pang of anger and envy rise within her.
She was dating the Debate Club captain tomorrow and she required a dose of her 'secret formula' tonight. Her usual supplier -- the gatekeeper of the local library was off on vacation and now she was in a dilemma over the sourcing of the 'formula'. As Nayika watched herself in the mirror, caressing her nipples over the soft fabric of the pink polka-dotted pajama top, she realized that tonight was her only chance and as crazy as it might get to be, she would have to take the unspeakable plunge.
She brushed her hair back, pinning it into a bun and then moved to action. First, she applied a rich spray of a new deodorant (deodorant for men) to camouflage her body odor. Next, she undressed to the buck and massaged oil over her entire body so that Old Man Jaidev's hands did not stick to one place for too long. Then she gulped a couple of Mentos mint dragees -- precaution if Old Man Jaidev decided to kiss her.
With that, she quietly slipped back into the dark hallway, then into her grandfather's room and locked the door shut.
Oh fuck! My mask!
, she realized and unlocked the door to go out again. She finally slipped on her rubber tiger mask from 3
rd
grade, surprised that it still fit her, before entering the room again.
Now even if the old man woke up to see his mysterious lover in the middle of the night, Nayika's identity was well-protected.
She scampered to the bed, stopping at the edge. The old man had started snoring.
Good for me
, Nayika thought,
that
will drown out my moans.
She giggled soundlessly.
She perched on the bed, eyeing the old man's crotch and slid next to him so that she was now lying beside Old Man Jaidev.
This better be quick
, Nayika thought.
She placed her right hand on the man's frail right thigh. A feeling of dread and pleasure passed through her. Her chest heaved as she felt her nipples dry up and a naughty tingle in her vagina. Old Man Jaidev's skin was baby soft, hairless and a tad bit rubbery. As she slid her fingers to his penis, she could feel his breath getting faster and hotter on her face.
Thankfully
, Nayika prayed,
he was still asleep.
Hope he becomes erect soon. And then I will jack him off.
Nayika wondered aloud as she crept closer to her grandfather until her nipples felt his ribs and her face touched his earlobes. Though she hadn't planned on it earlier, she now felt an irresistible urge to chew the old man's lobes and kiss the side of his face. Down below, her fingers hit gold. She touched his aging penis and as she clutched it, it began to rise and harden in her grip. Though she had experienced this a couple of times with the gatekeeper down the block, it was almost other-worldly to feel her grandfather's manhood coming to life in her hands.
She brought the fingers to her nose and took in the waft of a salty ginger twang -- the smell of her grandfather's cock. It intrigued her immensely and before she knew it she was chewing his lobes, her tongue and nose pressed into the man's crumpled ancient skin. Meanwhile, down between his legs, Nayika's fingers were now playing with a sagging sack of what felt like Indian spicy meatballs.
She brought her fingers back up, layered them with her spit and returned to the shish kebab -- that was her grandfather's cock. She squeezed the shaft, moving all the way to the head, where she felt the dickhole. The old man was now probably aroused and he began to groan in his sleep. At this, Nayika wrapped her right leg onto his and let the heat between the two bodies -- one terribly young and the other horribly old -- subside into each other.
As the pleasure quotient notched up a little more, Nayika let her fingers slide onto Old Man Jaidev's flat bony belly and eventually resting on his shrunken nipples. Through the thin cotton fabric of his white vest, she sucked on the tiny delights. At that point, the old man opened his eyes, looked about, before finally locking eyes with the woman who was pleasuring him with sensations so intense that he almost felt guilty of having experienced them.