Kimmie just loved college. She loved her little car and her room in the dorm and the freedom to come and go as she pleased, but she especially liked that fact that she could spend as much time as she liked with her grandpa. He was a professor at the same college. In fact, that was the reason she had insisted on this particular college. She wanted to be able to visit her grandpa a lot.
"Hey! There's my baby girl!", he would always yell when she came through the door.
That was one of the things she liked. She never had to knock at GrandPa's door. He told her she was always at home in his house and he had no secrets from her. She had no more need to knock on his door than if she were at home with her parents.
That was one of the good parts. The other one was that GrandPa absolutely didn't care what she did or make any effort to change what he felt like doing when she was around. At first, she had been shocked, then he taught her that he was simply showing her what true freedom of expression was all about. If she did something he didn't like, she could leave or ask him to stop. It was up to her. He would do the same, but she should try her best to simply accept him as he was and he would accept whatever she did.
Kimmie became accustomed to hanging out with the old man and gradually became so comfortable with him that she relaxed many of her old hang-ups. GrandPa hated clothes and didn't wear any more than he had to. When the weather was warm, he usually only wore an old pair of shorts around the house. Kimmie was pretty sure she saw the head of his big dick sticking out the leg of his shorts several times.
Kimmie was accustomed to being properly dressed all the time and it took a great effort for her to become accustomed to his way of life, but when she did, it felt great!
She didn't know why she bothered with a dorm room. She spent most of her nights with GrandPa. Maybe it was because she knew her mother would have a hissy if she knew Kimmie was spending so much time over here.
"GrandPa. I love you."
"Love you, too, Kimmie. You're my sweet pet."
"I mean I love the way you treat me. You don't order me around or treat me like I don't know what I'm doing or like I'm a little child."
"Well, you're not a child, baby."
They had a good laugh over that one.
"Also, I can tell that you look at me the way a man looks at a woman, but you never make me feel unsafe around you at all. I feel like I could do anything around you and you wouldn't do anything to hurt me."
"That's absolutely right, Punkin. Now, hadn't you better get ready for class? That's the one thing I insist on around here. If you don't keep your grades up, I'll have to spank your cute little ass and I don't know how much control I could have under those circumstances."
"You mean you might get so horny rubbing my tender little ass you might have to fuck me?", she teased.
"Go on! Get out of here while I still have myself under control." He gave a playful swipe at her ass as she went by.
Kimmie smiled to herself as she drove to class. It was such a kick to be able to talk dirty with her grandpa. She could just imagine her mother's reaction if she had heard what Kimmie had just said to her grandpa. It made her giggle wickedly. It also made her a little damp between her legs. This started her thinking about some things she could do to make life more interesting for both of them.
When Frank drove up from his golf match, he was delighted to see Kimmie's little red car in the driveway. It was so nice, having her around. She was his favorite granddaughter and had grown into a beautiful woman. Now that she was old enough, he allowed his imagination to run wild. What was it she had said that morning? Something about rubbing her tender ass and fucking her. Oh, would he like to! The thoughts of her sitting on his big fat prick made it get bigger and fatter. He hoped she wouldn't notice it as he went inside.
He called out, but there was no answer. Maybe she was in her room, studying. After stowing his golf gear, Frank padded along the carpeted hallway to Kimmie's room to see if she was there. As he approached the door, he could see that it was open an inch or so. He raised his knuckles to knock before entering, then caught a glimpse of brown leg hanging off the edge of the bed.
Was she sleeping? If so, he didn't want to disturb her. It seemed natural to just nudge the door a little wider and see what the story was. He was glad that he hadn't knocked. She did appear to be taking a nap. She had one foot on the floor and was lying across the bed, fully clothed--sort of. His first reaction was to close the door and let her sleep, but something in the back of his brain told him she wasn't sleeping.
Looking again, Frank saw that although her eyes were closed, Kimmie wasn't asleep. Her shorts were unzipped and one hand was deep inside them. Her other hand was under her crop top, pinching her nipple. "Oh, GranPa, don't spank me. I'll be good", escaped from her lips in a sigh.
Frank's partial erection jumped instantly to full warfare status. His granddaughter was not only masturbating, she appeared to be fantasizing about him while she did it. It was almost too much for his heart.
He was powerless to move and nearly unaware that he was unlimbering his huge prick. He managed to back away from the door sufficiently to prevent being seen if Kimmie opened her eyes and joined his granddaughter in a mutual masturbation session.
Kimmie's moans and groans almost made him get his gun immediately, but he forced himself to wait. This was too good to pass up. His dick was swollen more than it had been for a long time. He knew that when he went, it would drain him--sexually and emotionally. His feelings for his granddaughter were very deep. They were the only thing preventing him from rushing into the room and burying himself deep within her young body. Maybe he couldn't actually fuck her, but he could sure as hell get his rocks off in a grand manner by watching her.
Kimmie was getting more aroused now and beginning to raise her ass off the bed against her straining fingers. She now had both hands in her shorts and was wiggling them down her ass to give her more room to push her fingers into her steamy crotch.
Her gasps brought Frank to the edge. Her squeal of pleasure when her orgasm shook her body was enough to make him join her. He plastered her door with jism.
Kimmie's eyes were locked onto the small monitor that she had bought when she ordered the wireless camera. While Frank was out playing golf, she had installed it at the end of the hallway, giving her a clear view of everything that went on there. The monitor was hidden from the doorway so he would not be able to see it.
She smiled with satisfaction as she watched her grandpa cum. She knew it was all for her. It felt good to have the satisfaction that she had been able to make him jerk off. "How is he going to explain the cum on the door?", she wondered, then watched as he padded off down the hall to his own room, his spent dick dangling between his knees. Perhaps he found no need to explain.
Kimmie wiped her finger through the trail of his cum on the door and tasted it. Hmm. Not bad. She wondered what it would be like to suck it all as it thundered out the end of his dick.
Neither of them mentioned what had happened. When Kimmie went down to the kitchen, Frank was puttering around, getting ready to cook something.
"What's for supper, Gramps?"
(You, my pretty sweet), he thought. "Oh, I thought I would make some of my herb chicken. You like chicken, don't you?"
"Only the breasts", she answered, thinking how sensitive hers were at the moment.
"Yeah. Me too", thinking the same thing.
"Would you mind opening the wine? It's in the fridge. It seems a shame to enjoy herb chicken without a nice white wine to wash it down with."
"Can I have some, too?"
"Only if you promise not to tell your mother."
"There are a lot of things I don't tell my mother."
"There are a lot of things I don't tell her, too. You will like my herb chicken. I never cook it the same way twice. I just start with butter in a pot and add whatever herbs and spices I grab. Just a splash of the white wine. Don't want to waste good wine on the pot. When the breasts are brown, we'll let them steam a little while I stir fry some vegetables to go along with them."
"I don't like vegetables."
"Fine."
"Don't you care what I do, GranPa?"
"Sure, I care. I care about everything that affects you. Everything you do affects me, but that doesn't mean that I feel compelled to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I happen to love the taste of vegetables. If you don't. I'll just cook less, but you're really missing a treat the way I cook them. Tell you what. I'll throw in just a spoonful more for you to try if you like. By the way. That's a very sexy outfit you're wearing. Did you wear that to class?"
"No, I wore a skirt and blouse."
"Do you have a date?"
"Nope. Just hanging out with you. You think I look sexy?"
"No doubt about it, my love. Have a seat. The chicken is done and so are the vegetables. Why don't you pour the wine while I serve our plates?"
"Ok. Umm. This chicken is delicious! Where did you learn to cook, GranPa?"
"I've been living by myself a long time, Kimmie. I had to learn, in self defense. For years I ate in restaurants, but the selections are so limited and the portions are fixed size. I usually wound up going home hungry or stuffed and had a hard time getting the right balance of food. Now that I cook for myself, I can control things better."
"Well, you can cook for me any time. I'm even going to try your vegetables. Can I have another glass of wine?"
"Ok, one more, but we can't have you getting drunk and losing your inhibitions, can we?"
"Ooooh. I like the sound of that. 'Losing my inhibitions'. What a neat phrase.
"I lost mine so long ago I've quit looking for them. If you're finished, why don't you pick out a video and I'll join you as soon as the capucinno is ready."
"Capucinno! I love it. With real cream on top?"
"Heavy cream."
"Made with liquor?"
"A little."
"Oh, GranPa. Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Now why would such a thought enter your sweet little head? You go ahead and get the TV set up. I'll be there in a sec."
Kimmie bounced out of the room. She really enjoyed teasing her grandpa.
Frank reached to the back of the cupboard and got the little bottle of brown liquid. One small drop in her cup should be enough. He hummed to himself as he took the tray into the family room where his sexy granddaughter lounged, waiting for him.
Her eyes were already bright and her cheeks were flushed. If he had come in without warning, he would have seen her hands under her crop top again, twisting and pulling on her sensitive nipples.
"What movie did you pick out for us, Puddin?"
"It's one I've been wanting to see, with Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise."
"Eyes Wide Shut?"
"That's it. Have you seen it?"
"Sure have. It's a bit racy to watch with your granddaughter. Sure you won't be embarrassed?"
"We can always turn it off or I can close my eyes, can't I?"
"Sure, baby. Too bad most people can't see things that way. It would put a lot of censors out of business. Here's your capucinno. Don't let it get cold."
"Ummm! What did you put in it?"
