Barbie

Short Erotic Novels
by
Gail Holmes

“Barbie”

He watched intensively as she motivated herself about the room; tennis had been in the family since the word go. Never did they dress like this in his days.

“Granddad it has to be here, Grandma told me that she’d seen it only last night.

Barbie always stayed with her grandparents for a couple of months in the summer whilst her parents went abroad; they had property in Spain.

Old Ben knew only to well where his wife had put the book, however, to terminate such distraction like this, he’d deem himself foolish.

“The last time that I saw the darn book it was on the floor by the dresser over there!” Ben pointed to the large dresser before him. “Perhaps she put it in the bottom draw!”

Ben’s eyes were glued to her rear as she bent over to view into the bottom draw; the white pleated skirt was so short he could see the roundness as her pussy as it bulged within the tight white lace panties. He placed his newspaper into the centre of his lap as to cover his manhood, hoping that his wife wouldn’t come into the room.

“Granddad!”

“Don’t get so impatient little one, I’m sure its in one of those darn draws, you’ll find it sooner or later! It’s not caught up at the back is it?”

Barbie went down on all fours looking into the draw checking that the book wasn’t caught up at the back; Ben could not only see all of her panties now, but also her breasts. He lent forward, as if looking into the draw for himself, but in truth he was seeking a better view of her breasts under her blouse. He’s cock pulsed at the sight, he did wonder if she’d any cock yet, she was a right turn on to any guy, a slender tuft of the red hair was protruding from the side of her panties in the form of a small curl. How he would love to tuck in back in for her.

“What’s all the fuss about, I can hear you both in the garden?”
Ben sat bolt upright as he heard his wife behind him, then turn to face her.

“Ah…now the problem will be solved. Where did you put your old tennis handbook dear; I know you had it last night?” Ben forced out quickly.

“You old goat; you know full well that I put it in the cupboard by the window. I even told you to tell Barbie when she came down this morning!”

“You’re right dear, I’m sorry I’m getting so forgetful these days, I really am”

Gwen knew only to well what he was doing as she walked into the room; he’d always been the same with short skirts, even when she’d played tennis herself, his hands we’re all over her.

“Sorry dear…I’ll get it for you; he knew you’d want it this morning”

Gwen went over to the cupboard collected the book and handed it to Barbie. “There we are dear, but I don’t think it will help you in to-days tennis, it’s far to old”

“Its more for the pictures really, I know some of the rules have changed!” Barbie smiled. “Sorry Granddad, I didn’t mean to get you into trouble”

“Now tea will be at about five o’clock; I take it that your bringing your friend Stewart to tea, how long is he staying?” Gwen quizzed with a smile.

“Only till Monday morning Grandma, if that’s Ok with you” Barbie swept her hair over her shoulder as she spoke.

“Of course it is dear, we look forward to seeing him!”

Barbie collected her tennis racket off the settee, turning she smiled to them both. “See you at five then!” She was gone in seconds.



“If I catch you looking at her again in that way you old goat I’ll cut the bloody thing off, at you’re age you should be ashamed of yourself, if I see you at it again you’ll have a length of my tongue!”

Ben knew he’d be for it the minute she’d walked into the room.

“I was only trying to see in the draw, I’m sure you said the book was there!” He stammered.

I’m sure! Dirty old sod, and I’d hate to think what was going through your mind at the time. I saw the way you we’re gazing at her; more like trying to see into her draws; your own granddaughter to!”

“Mercifully you don’t think that of me!” Ben chuckled to himself. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean dear!” He replied.

“Now come and help me in the kitchen, make yourself useful for a change, they’ll be back before we know it!”







Ben and Gwen had lived in the House all their married life; Ben had put away the money and built it himself some 40 years ago. He knew every crook and cranny within the building, including some his own private viewpoints; he’d built his workshop adjacent to the lounge, he’d full view of every corner, the main point of view was set behind the television, completely obscure from any viewing eyes; he’d set up his own camera, but now a days there wasn’t that much to look at.