A Road Trip with My Grand Daughter-Part III

I continued to cuddle my grand daughter Kristy, long after I had brought her to orgasm. I couldn’t believe how hard she had made it. I had never seen a woman orgasm as hard as I had made it for Kristy. No wonder she had collapsed into an unconscious state.

We were in my motor home, camping at a National Campgrounds in the Grand Teton National Park. I had pulled my 45’ diesel pusher in yesterday late afternoon, making the two day drive from Kristy’s parent’s house just outside of Kansas City.

I had orally made love with my 14 year old grand daughter last night and I no longer had any remorse about it. I loved her and she loved me. There was no looking back now. I had come to terms with what I was doing to her and what she was doing to me. After all, she started it. No, in all fairness, fate started it. I just didn’t stop it. And now I didn’t want to stop.

As she slept in my arms, I stroked the fair skin on her arms, remembering how soft and luscious the skin on her breasts had felt, how warm and tender the skin was on my lips around her abdomen and how tasty and juicy she was down between her legs. I could still smell the aroma of her juices as they were drying after only a half hour of time. Yes, I had made Kristy reach an orgasmic threshold that I want to break through on the next time and there will be a next time, I guarantee it.

The next thing I remember, I awoke and looked at my watch: it said it was 2:30 in the afternoon. I listened but I heard no rain. I wondered when it had stopped. I felt the slight weight of Kristy still sleeping in my arms, or more appropriately said, on my arm and she had cut off the circulation. It was numb and ached, so I slowly tried to move it out from under her. But I could not move it, so as I pulled on it, she was awakened by the movement.

She rolled over to face me. She smiled the deepest, most contented, smile I’d ever seen and sleepily said, “Thank you, Gramps,” and rolled up and gave me the warmest kiss. When did my grand daughter become so mature? This young lady lying here in my arms was no longer a little girl. She had been transformed into a beautiful woman who just thanked me for bringing her to an absolutely marvelous orgasm. I should be thanking her for the opportunity.

She sighed a contented sigh and then asked, “What time is it, anyway, Gramps?”

“It’s after 2:30. It has stopped raining. I wonder how the weather is outside,” I told her.

“I don’t care if it’s raining, sunshiny or snowing, I want to stay here with you,” she said, snuggling up into my arms, once again.

We rested for a long time, not saying anything. My mind wandered and I was remembering the events of the previous night and morning, this morning. A question came to my mind, so I asked it. “Kristy, where did you learn about stimulating a man? This morning, when you were, uh, stimulating my penis, where did you learn to do that?”

“Did I do it right? It’s how I did it with Bobby Jones. He tried to put his hand down my panties in the movies this spring and when I stopped him, he asked me to “jerk him off”.

“Yeah, you did it right. You did it wonderfully,” I said, admiringly.

She just giggled and buried her head into my shoulder, shyly. Then, moving her hand down to my crotch, she asked, playfully, “Do you want me to do it again?”

Pulling her hand away, I told her, “Not now. Gramps has to pace himself or you’ll wear me out.”

She just smiled and pulled her hand away, but continued to snuggle.

I felt the sudden urge to relieve myself, so I got up, completely naked, she asked, “Gramps, when you come back, will you stand there so I can see you. I’ve never seen a boy, ah, man naked before. I would like that.”

“Okay,” I said hesitantly, not wanting to think of myself as an experiment.

As I returned from the bathroom, I walked up to the bed and stopped. “Well,” I said, “what do you want to look at?”

“I want to look at everything. I want to see everything. I want to touch everything,” she said with growing excitement and awareness.

I just dropped my hands to my sides and simply said, “Look, see and touch away.”

She grinned a wry grin but her eyes were glued upon my crotch.