Julie’s Grandpa

Julie’s Grandpa
by
Gail Holmes

Bert loved Saturdays, Irene his wife constantly went shopping on the “Help the Aged” bus, and it gave him a chance to be on his own; excepting for little Julie. She had been with them since her parents had died in a road accident; she would have been ten at the time. It had upset them both; Julie’s mother had been their only daughter.

Bert waved as the little bus pulled away, turning to go back into the house rubbing his hands when it was fully out of sight. Now he could go and spend a few hours in the shed. Irene was always up tight about as to how long he spent in there.

“Saturday again Gramp’s, you are always whistling and happy” Julie smiled watching him as he walked back it the house.

“You’ve hair like your mothers; red as fire!” Bert laughed watching as she her run her fingers through the long strands, only just making himself heard over the noise of the hair drier.

“So what mischief are you going to get up to today?” Julie grinned putting the hairdryer down and sitting on the arm of the armchair brushing her hair.

“Mischief! You don’t know the meaning of the word” Bert mused adjusting himself for a better view into her gapping housecoat.

Julie was a very bright girl, and a rare beauty, even though her body was unhurried in catching up with her age. Still a 32a cup bra; oh yes, Bert knew, many a time he’d caught a glimpse of her through the crack in the bathroom door. Her body honed to perfection, diminutive breasts, slender waist, and just a speck of red fluff between her long slender legs. He’d often thought, “If he was only a couple of years younger, well, perhaps a few more than a couple” Many a time he’d retire to the bedroom after seeing her in this state of undress; for his J. Arthur as he called it. He knew he’s wife could not make the stairs without aid. Straight to the top shelf of the wardrobe, collecting the condoms, to messy without, he called it his Gentleman’s Wank. The thought of Julie never took him long and always a dam good load. Straight down the toilet with the condom, no mess, followed by a quick wipe with the special flannel, or as he called it, his Bell End Wipe

Julie leaned forward slightly allowing the opening in her housecoat to widen slightly, knowing as to where his eyes were. He was a sneaky old goat but she loved him for it, often feeling sorry for him knowing that with grandma it would have been impossible.

“You’ll get yourself all worked up again if you keep glimpsing in there,” Julie grinned up towards him, without pulling herself upright.

Bert lifted his eyes up to her.

“I’m not with you child; a cat can look at a Queen you know” Bert remarked his face still straight, although he wanted to smile.

Bert was a well-kept man; physical instructor in his army days, always up at dawn, even now, a brisk walk before breakfast. He was very active and a very good-looking for his age.

“How would you like to do it…without the condom? Julie released her housecoat as she spoke just enough to see between her breasts but her pussy was in full view to him.

As Bert looked down at the little morsel of fluff, Julie spread her legs slightly, but with the slenderness of her legs, it was more than sufficient to see her dainty pussy lips. He had not had a J. Arthur for at least three days his balls felt more than full.

“You really mean it don’t you, I couldn’t my dear…you’re my granddaughter for God’s sake!”

“When did you last have real sex Grandpa?”

“I think that’s between your grandmother and myself young lady!”

“Gramp’s, it years since I heard any noises coming from your bedroom. Well at least three, it used make me horny even then. Come, come stand in front of me”

Bert wasn’t to sure “But to hell with it; what harm could she do anyway” He thought

As he stepped forwards in front of her Julie reached up undoing his flies. Bert’s eyes were still on her little pussy; his cock was semi-hard when she laid it onto her hand.

“My we are well blessed aren’t we?