Don’s Two Weeks With The Bikini Girls

“Hi, Dad, it’s Linda. I have a couple questions for you, but if you say ‘no’, it’ll be fine.”
Don Parker’s daughter explained that she and Shelton, her husband, were going to take their two youngest kids to Disney World.

They would be passing within a short distance of Don’s home, on the beach at Rockport, and wanted to meet with him long enough to have lunch together.
“Now I have a couple questions for you, Dad. Shelly’s decided she’s too old to hang out with her parents and little brothers; she’s plenty old enough, and responsible enough, to stay at home, but she’d like to stay the next couple weeks with you, so she can hit the beach each day.
“Will that be alright with you?”

Of course, the first grandchild always holds a special place in the hearts of grandparents and Don was happy to have Shelly come stay with him. He hadn’t seen Linda’s family much over the last four years, since his wife had lost her life in a cruise ship fire. She was a crew member and gave her own life, helping others to safety.

“Are you ready for the other shoe to drop?”

Don snickered, “You know me all too well, sweetheart. Whatever you want will be fine with this ol’ Grandpa.”

“Yeah, 56 years old,” she laughed, “you’ll probably be Heaven bound any time. Actually, Shelly wants to know if it would be okay to bring a friend.”

“What’s he like?” Don knew that would get a rise from Linda.

“NO! It’s not a ‘HE’. Her name is Tara and she’s a really sweet kid. I promise you’ll like her.”

Don joked with her about having two beautiful women in the house at the same time, “As long as they kept their drinking and loud music under control, I’ll bet I can handle ‘em. If they get too much out of hand, I’ll put ‘em both to work cleaning house; when they get that done, the park rangers can always use help picking up trash off the beach.”

“Pffft… I don’t think either of them has ever tasted alcohol. But if they even think of getting into yours, you have my permission to bust their butts.”

“No worries there, Honey… ain’t been any booze here in over two years. When and where do you want me to meet up with y’all?

Three days and a good meal in Victoria’s Angus Cafeteria, Don was headed home with his two young guests. The sound of the girls’ giggles was a refreshing change from the loneliness he was used to. They marveled at the hundreds of giant windmills and the big, brown tarantulas crossing the road.

Shelly had taken a growth spurt since he’d last seen her, at Christmas. Tara was almost identical in size, but her fiery red hair and brown eyes were a sharp contrast to Shelly’s blonde and pale blues.
He noticed Tara’s long smooth legs first, “Damn, if I was a young man,” he mused, “I’d damn sure like to get my face into that crotch. What the hell am I thinking? Young or not, I’d still like to do it.”

When Shelly laid her head on his shoulder, her top button popped loose and Don immediately noticed her cleavage, “Fuck,” he thought, “when did my little Punkin grow those babies? This is gonna be a couple of weeks with some serious jack-off time.”

The girls bounced out of the pickup, snatched their bags and headed up the stairs. Don had told them to use the first bedroom facing the beach. It also had a balcony, which extended to his own room next door. If the opportunity presented itself, he could slip along the wall and, perhaps, peek into their room… hoping for a sight that would stick in his memory, while he beat his meat.

Ten minutes later, two hot young bodies descended the stairway. Swinging their beach towels, they danced around the room in front of Don, wiggling their butts and humming to the old tune, The Stripper.
Bowing his head and shaking it, he thought, “Good Lord, give me strength. The next two weeks are going to be pure hell on this man’s restraint. If I don’t jerk my poor cock completely off my body, I’ll probably have a Goddamn heart attack from tryin’.”

Shelly and Tara knew full well what they were displaying. Shelly sat on his lap, the top of her bikini barely covering her nipples, “Can we go on down to the beach, Grandpa? We won’t stay long because we forgot our sunscreen. I want to show Tara the beach markers so if we get separated, she can find her way back.”

“Hold it right there. There’s no way you two are going to the beach naked…”

“But we want…”

“Don’t interrupt me, Punkin. I see those tiny bathing suits all the time. I just never saw one on my granddaughter. You can go to the beach on two conditions; the towels stay on your shoulders and drape over your… uh…”

“Boobs?”… That one came from Tara.

“Yes… and you will NOT get separated; I don’t care if you have to hold hands… stay.. together, period.”

Shelly and Tara, both, kissed Don on the cheek, echoed, “Thank you, Grandpa!” and headed thru the glass doors to the steps leading to the path, which went to the beach.
By the time they were half way down the path, Don watched the tight, young asses as his hard cock filled Kleenexes with his warm cum.

The girls were back in half an hour, but paraded around in their bikinis the rest of the afternoon. Pizza was in order for supper; then the girls made another short trip to the beach. On their return, they headed for their bedroom to catch up with friends on Shelly’s computer, “We both have to use mine,” she explained, “Tara’s parents can’t really afford a laptop for her, but they have a very nice desktop setup at their house.
“You know where we’ll be, call us if you need anything, Grandpa.”

Don went to his office in the attic and dug out his old laptop. He took his good one and tapped on the door, “Tell you what, little miss Tara, I have an old laptop that you can have. I’m gonna clean up my old files, charge the battery, do a recovery and update the browser. You can have it when I get it done. It’s just been laying in a box for a few months, anyway. Until I get it ready, here… you can use this one. I’ll need it to check on some investments by about eleven o’clock, but you can use it ‘til then.”

He couldn’t remember the last time a finer set of young tits crushed into his chest. Tara’s arms were around her neck and her face was nestled against his neck, “Thank you, Grandpa. You’re the nicest man I ever met.” She kissed his neck and cheek, took the laptop and joined Shelly, sitting cross legged on the bed. His granddaughter’s smile told him volumes of appreciation for what he was doing for her friend.

“Oh my God, Shelly,” Tara whispered, “Look what I found. Your grandpa… I mean our grandpa, forgot to delete his browsing history. Look what he was watching while we were at the beach.”

She had turned the volume down when she discovered the video clips of older men, some claimed to be daddies, some claimed to be uncles, some claimed to be grandpas.
In all cases, there were much younger girls sucking on stiff cocks and taking them in their pussies and up their asses.