Grandpa’s Journals: Peeping at My Grand Daughter’s Window, Part 1

Ever since my wife died a few years back, I have been liquidating everything of ours that reminded me of her; our home of 27 years in Phoenix, our furniture and most of our personal possessions. I bought a 5th wheel and I travel between our three kid’s homes, seeing the good ol’ USA every year, but stopping in Arizona to gather with old friends. I really enjoy the traveling for the most part because my wife, bless her soul, didn’t like to stray that far from her home and I always wanted to make her happy. But the feel the call of the open road as it had always had a tug on my heart, so now I can travel to my heart’s content.

Our first born, my son, lives in Central Oregon in a small town called Sisters right on the east side of the
Cascade Mountains. He is a teacher out there and is married with two children, a boy who is 15 and a girl who is a senior in high school and just turned 18. My second born lives on the east coast of Florida and she also has two children; two daughters ages 14 and 17. She is divorced from an abusive marriage but does quite well as a surgical nurse in the largest Hospital in the area. My third child lives in New York City, is single but has a 12 year old daughter and she works for an ad agency on 47th Street. All in all, they have all grown up to be responsible, mature citizens living in a very screwed up world.

It was the middle of January and I was on my final leg south to start my three month stay with my daughter and her girls. I was looking forward to the warm climate on the sandy beaches of Central Florida but I was also looking forward to renewing my friendships with my two grand daughters, Melinda, the youngest and Lori, her older sister. I only hoped that they have time for their Grandpa Joe because it was going to be a long visit if they don’t because my daughter works such screwed up hours she can’t be depended on to do much of anything with me.

I pulled my rig into the back of their house and set it up on the pad that I had constructed there a few years back. When I asked each of my children if they would allow me to stay at their respective homes for a period of time, they all said yes but I insisted on building a pad for my rig. With electrical hookup, tap water and a sewer drain, I would be all set up and completely independent, so before I would consider stopping at their homes, they had to agree to my proposals. So when I pulled into their houses, I knew that I wouldn’t be intruding into their lifestyles or their busy schedules.

I was just putting my awning out and securing it to the edge of the pad, when I saw my two grand daughters run out the back door of their house to give me a big hug and kiss and to greet their favorite Grandpa. I was overjoyed to hold them in my arms once again and I marveled at how much each of them had grown. My God, Lori had developed into a beautiful young lady, about 5’ 4”, 110 pounds of curvaceous womanhood that would stop a train. Her sister Melinda was well on her way to duplicate her physical appearance as she had grown into a knock out of a young lady on her own.

As they leaped into my arms, I felt a longing deep in my gut that told me I was missing out on the day to day activities of their lives and I so missed that part of being here with them all. But where would I call home? Which coast would I live on? I decided that I had the best of both worlds so I told my gut to get over it.

We sat around getting caught up on everything from school to boyfriends, from how it was for me this fall up in the Big Apple to all about their cousins out in Oregon this summer. As we continued to sit there enjoying a Coke and our conversation, my daughter arrived home from work so we all went into the house and worked in the kitchen preparing our evening meal together but kept up the chatter until it was getting late for the girls so I excused myself for the evening and headed back out to my rig.

I decided to go for a walk that evening so I fixed me a Captain and Coke and took off towards the lake that lay next to my daughter’s house. She lived at the end of a street that went directly into a spring fed lake and during the day, it was crystal clear and always full of fresh fish. I walked around the lake and was heading back up to refill my drink and when I opened the gate to the fence, I noticed the light come on in Lori’s bedroom and it caught my eye. I looked over and I saw my grand daughter come into the room, go over to her dresser and pull some clothes out. I thought nothing of this, assuming that she would come over and pull the curtains closed before starting to disrobe. But as I watched, she started to remove her top over her head and then her hands went up to her bra straps and pulled them down over her shoulders. She then slipped it completely down, spun it around and quickly unfastened it, throwing it into the dirty clothes hamper.

My mouth must have flown open as I stood there watching my grand daughter expose her fine looking breasts to my hungry eyes but when her hands went down and slid off her jeans, my heart skipped a beat watching her totally disrobe before my very eyes. I found myself walking very slowly over to get a better view and as she slid her panties down over her legs, I almost moaned out loud seeing her bush between her legs. Grabbing a towel from her closet and wrapping it around her naked body, she turned to leave the room but stopped and looked out the blindless window. Her mother had never bothered to buy a set of blinds for her room since it opened out onto a fenced area that only led to the lake some twenty feet below so she didn’t think that she needed any for privacy and her window opened to the west so it didn’t need any to keep out the morning sunlight either.

Lori then smiled and walked over to peer out through the darkness and I got this vulnerable feeling standing out in the open so I stepped behind a tree and I stood motionless behind my cover. As she turned off the lights and the room fell dark, along with my heart, as I thought about my unexplained actions of that evening. I took the final drink from my Captain and Coke and headed towards the rig to get another.

I had a hard time going to sleep that evening, knowing that I had spied on my grand daughter while she was getting undressed. I could have and should have looked away. It would have taken no effort at all to just go back to my 5th wheel and dismiss what I had seen. But I didn’t; I couldn’t look away. I was drawn like a moth to a flame to look at her beautiful, soft white breasts and her small patch of the softest pubic mound in the world. Yes I was drawn to her window last night as I will be drawn tonight and every night. God help me I can’t control myself. I am lost in seeing her beauty, her naked self that no one else has seen; at least I don’t think so.

The next day I was in a fog. I walked to the beach to see some old acquaintances that I hang out with over the winter months but when I got down there, I turned to walk in the other direction, I didn’t want to see them just yet. They would insist on keeping me busy and I had this feeling that I didn’t want to be busy during the evening. I couldn’t take my mind off of what I had seen the night before and I secretly hoped and longed to see it again tonight. So I walked and thought, trying to visualize her once again, standing there totally naked before my very eyes. I walked back to my daughter’s house and settled down to take a little nap. I was tired from my fitful night’s sleep and besides I thought it would kill some time before my grand daughters came home from school.

I was right because by the time I arose from my nap, it was nearly time for them to walk through their front door. I could hardly wait as I took my seat outside of my rig under the awning with my rum and Coke and passed the few minutes fidgeting away the time.