A Roed Trip with My Grand Daughter-Part IV

I rocked her for awhile until she was breathing normally once again and she had gone to sleep for a second time today. I had brought her to an unbelievable orgasm this morning and then this afternoon, I thought she was going to loss her mind as she climaxed. What a sexy little grand daughter I have and I’m too old to participate in the games.

This is the second day of our trip to the Grand Teton National Park in my motor coach. We had driven from her parent’s home, just outside of Kansas City and were going to be gone a week, just Kristy and me. She was my, soon to be, 14 year-old grand daughter, so pure and innocent as we started our trip anyway, that she didn’t even realize that I had molested her. It wasn’t planned, but I guess, most molestations usually aren’t. It was that damn storm that frightened her into my bed, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Now I had gone off the deep end and was under her sexual spell. I couldn’t get enough of her beautiful, developing little body, the one that I was holding in my arms. I had just brought her off for the second time in less than 10 hours and she was sleeping, recuperating in my arms. I just continued to cuddle her, protecting her against the evils of the world.

But eventually, I had to get up and relieve myself, so, very carefully, I lay her down, out of my arms, onto her back and left my bed to her rest. As I stood to go into the bathroom, I looked back at her body and almost fell to the floor. Her long slim legs were slightly spread, with one knee bent. Her right arm was flayed out above her head. Her other hand was resting on her tummy. She looked so content and happy. She looked so unbelievably sexy; I almost went back to bed to fondle her some more. Instead, I covered her with the sheet and retreated from the room.

I checked outside to see what the weather was doing. It was partly cloudy; the storm had passed and it was turning nice again. I’d have to go in and wake up my sleeping beauty and take her for a quick little hike around Lake Jackson before it got dark. Entering the room again, I found her just as I left her, beautifully sound asleep. I crawled up to her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She startled at the touch, but then opened her eyes, smiled at me and stretched widely.

“O hi, Gramps,” she said sleepily.

“Hi yourself,” I said, smiling back at her sleepy face. “It has cleared up, so I thought maybe we should go out and take that walk around the lake. Do you feel up to it?”

“If you give me a hug,” she said, removing the sheet off of her naked body.

I looked down and almost fainted. She straightened her long slender body out and pointed her toes in the biggest stretch and then, separating her legs pulled me willingly down to her in a warm kiss and hug. She tried to unbutton the shirt I had put on but I pulled away, saying, “Now is not the time for that, young lady. Now is the time to crawl out of bed, get some cloths on and to go for a hike. Now, get with it,” as I brought the palm of my hand down on her rear end with a slap.

She faked an indignant look and then jumping up and standing on the bed, she bounced a few times saying, “See, they do bounce and move,” referring to her little breasts. I just smiled and said, “You have five minutes,” and walked out of the room.

“Spoil sport!” I heard from behind.

At least she was acting silly again, in spite of the maturing she’d gone through. I hadn’t deprived her of her childhood, not yet, anyway.

We drove the Jeep I towed behind my coach, over to the lodge and we started our hike around Lake Jackson. It was a couple of miles, so we could make it easily before it got dark. We hiked and I talked to her about my favorite subject; the formation of mountains, in this case, The Teton Range.

She listened intently as I explained how these solid granite spires were pushed upwards, right out of the valley floor, to a height of over 13,000 feet.
Tomorrow morning, we would come back and see them in the mornings light when they are at their perfection, all pink and shiny. She seemed mesmerized by this and asked some very pertinent questions. Being an old earth science teacher, I was in my element. By the time we had reached the opposite side of the lake, it was starting to get dark already, so we opted for a ride back on the launch. It took us a mere twenty minutes to get back to the Jeep instead of the hour, if we had decided to hike. We had to use the lights of the Jeep on the way back to the campsite.

I fixed us a tuna casserole and some steamed vegetables for dinner and then she helped me clean up the dishes. When we finally settled down, it was 9:00 and we looked at each other, questioning what we did next. The look in her eyes told me that she knew what she wanted to do, but I knew that I just couldn’t bring her to another orgasm. I just didn’t have the energy.

“Kristy,” I began, “senior citizens, like my self, have a lot of knowledge about a lot of things, sex being one of them. We know how to bring pleasure to a woman, we know where to touch, how to stimulate and how to bring them to the point of orgasm.”

“You sure do,” Kristy added enthusiastically.

“However, there is a down side to all of that experience.