Grandpa’s Journals: Peeping at My Grand Daughter’s Window, Part 3

Weather in Central Florida in the winter is a very unpredictable thing and this week seemed to prove this fact in a big way. While the weekend was truly beautiful in every respect and Monday started out just like it, a cold front came through just after noon and the skies turned very ugly, very fast. There was a build up of dark grey cumulus clouds that blocked out the sunlight completely and turned the sunny morning into an eerie, foreboding darkness that turned every street light on in the small town. All of the people who had lived here for any length of time knew what this darkness meant; get in your house and take some cover because a terrible storm was about to be unleashed.

In the winter months in Florida, a very warm day is usually followed by a cold front and these cold fronts usually mean a severe drop in temperature. But before this drop, there is a violent change in the atmosphere and this was about to happen. The thunder clapped around the brilliant lightning show as the wind blew with gale forces and the skies opened up to torrential rains. It must have poured a total of 6 inches in a couple of hours as all of the lakes in Central Florida swelled to overflowing.

Just a quickly as it came, the skies cleared and the temperature dropped and the forecast was for an overnight low of 32 degrees. As I huddled in my rig, waiting as the deluge ceased, I wondered if my propane furnace would handle the chilly night that lay before me. I broke out a couple more blankets just in case I needed them this evening.

My daughter’s backyard was so soggy from all of the rain, I didn’t even venture out of my cozy 5th wheel that afternoon, not even to see my grand daughters. Peeping that night was out of the question, so I took out a good book, settled in with my bottle of rum and started to pass the time away.

It was a strange year as it applied to the weather in Central Florida. We found ourselves in a different pattern that would not go away. We went from sunny and warm to cloudy and stormy to freezing temperatures that gave way to sunny warmer weather. This cycle continued unabated for the most of the month of January and throughout the month of February, leaving me with but a few short weeks to enjoy the “warm” climate of the Sunshine State. Besides the weather difficulties, I had another problem that also would not go away and that was my two grand daughters.

I stayed clear of Lori’s window during the bad weather just to make it clear to her that I really didn’t condone what was happening between her and me. But that all came to an abrupt end one Friday night when my daughter made plans to stay the night with her boy friend and Melinda made plans for a sleep over at her friend’s house. That, of course, meant that Lori and I were left totally alone in a great big house.

After we finished with our dinner, we cuddled up on the sofa to watch some TV with Lori wearing some sweats and me wearing my usual attire. She scooted close to me and began to chat about her day, her week and her life in general. Then she asked, “Grandpa, I haven’t seen you outside of my window in a long time. Did I do something wrong? Don’t you like to see me undress anymore?”

I didn’t know what to say. Hell yes I liked to see her naked but I thought that it was just wrong to make a habit out of peeping on my grand daughter so I made a conscientious effort to keep away. Now I had to answer her for it.

“Lori,” I began, “I like seeing you get undressed. I like what we were doing every night with me being outside and you being in your room. I knew nothing could ever happen. But when your mother made plans to be away some nights and leaving me in charge, well I didn’t know what to expect with our game playing so I thought it best to just stay away from you completely, you know, not peeping into your room at night.”

She was quiet for a second then asked, “You did this without talking to me about your decision? You just quit looking in my window?”

Her tone crushed me as I tried to hide my embarrassment. That was only part of my reasoning. The other part was that I didn’t trust myself with my emotions and desires and I didn’t want to do anything that I would be sorry for later. But when she turned to look at me directly into my eyes with a very disappointed look on her face, all my reasoning went straight out the window.

“Grandpa Joe, I loved stripping for you. I loved the idea of making you horny and knowing that you were shooting your stuff out while watching me play with myself. I brought Melinda into the game because I knew it would turn you on. It did, didn’t it?” she asked.

I lowered my gaze as I said, “Yeah, it did.”

She scooted even closer as she reached with her hand up to my cheek and then said, “Why don’t you want to continue playing our game then?”

I thought for a moment and then said, “Because I’m afraid of what will happen if we do.”

“Afraid of what? That I will tell on you? Well I won’t. I’ll never tell anybody. I love the way you make me feel when I get undressed in front of you and I, ah, I want to feel it all over my body. I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to make love with me. Grandpa, I want to give myself to you and no one else. I’ve been with two other boys; once when I was 15 and this last summer. It was awful both times. They just stuck it in, moved in and out a couple of times and then shot their wads into me. When they were through, they got up and told me to put my pants back on,” she explained with a tear in her eye.

I took her by the chin and drew her into my chest as I kissed her on the forehead. “I’m sorry that you had those bad experiences,” I told her softly. “But I can’t do anything about it now can I?”

She looked dreamingly into my eyes as she said in a hushed voice, “You can make love with me. You can take me gently, with feeling. You can make me forget those other boys and their inexperience. You can take me here and now,” she pleaded.

“Oh Lori,” I started, “I would love to but…”

She reached up with her hand and drew me down into a warm, sensuous kiss. It was a kiss that would warm the hardest man’s heart; a kiss that curled my toes, a kiss that drove all of my fears away. It was our first real kiss between two lovers and it was one that I will never forget.

I melted into her warm soft lips as they slightly came apart meeting mine. I could taste her sweetness, her innocence coming though her soft kiss and I relished at the thought that I was going to make this one of most memorable experiences of her young life. She was just 17 and in so many ways, so perfect. Her beautiful facial attributes, her firm, taunt body, her lovely flowing hair all made up my Lori. Now she wanted me to not just have sex with her but she wanted me to make love with her, to make help her become a woman.

I rotated my lips upon her mouth, opening my own to receive her tongue as it sought out its mate. I opened wide too and received her loving, wanting kiss as I felt the pressure of her young, tender body pressing ever so tightly against me. I felt the lustfulness of her love start to build as she squirmed about under my arms and I felt the growing urge from deep within my loins as I pulled her closer.

My arms were pulling, roaming and groping her back as she squeezed herself into my body, trying to become one with me. I could feel her mounds flattened out against my side and chest as she drew up her knee in an effort to place it right on my crotch. I was becoming delirious with my desire and ravenous with my mouth and I continued to suck on her open lips as if trying to suck the very life from her squirming little body.

I rolled with her onto her back as we broke our kiss and she looked up into my eyes and smiled. I scooted around and then I put my hand gently on her tummy. She bit her lower lip as she slowly closed her eyes in acceptance. I gently pressed my hand under her sweat shirt and slowly advance it upward until it felt the confining fabric of her bra. Her breath came sharply and I raised my hand up and set it back down on the very top of her cup. Inserting one finger under the front of the cup, I felt the smooth soft texture of her lily white breast as it quivered under my touch and she slightly raised her chest, wanting silently to feel the pleasure of my caress even more.

I extended my finger down so as to reach the taunt nipple that was standing tall against the soft fabric on the inner side of her bra cup. She let out a slight little moan when contact was made and she involuntarily changed her position under my arm. I moved my hand on the outside of her bra and, gripping her breast into my palm. I pressed and massaged it fully as she tossed her head to the side and closed her eyes even tighter, feeling the pleasure of having her breast fondled.

With my other hand, I moved under her sweat shirt along with my first hand and slid them both up to her shoulders to remove the cumbersome shirt from her body. She assisted me by raising her arms and allowing me to pull it over her head and off of her arms. I looked down to see her chest heaving with excitement, expanding her breasts into her bra cups and then leaving a void in between the fabric and the skin.