Summer With My Granddaughter, Part 2

The next morning I awoke feeling pretty worn out, both emotionally and physically and I immediately wondered how poor Kristy was fairing. I didn’t get a chance to find out until around 11:30 that morning when I was out under the canopy, reading my book, as Kristy finally made her appearance, walking rather stiff kneed down out of the coach. She wore her robe that I had wrapped her in the night before and the look on her poor little face brought a smile to my face.

“What are you so amused about,” she said with a sneer in her voice.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” I replied. “Oh why thank you, Gramps. Did you have a nice night, too?” I replied to her in jest.

She just continued her sneer as she looked the part of the proverbial horse that had been ridden hard and put to bed wet. I thought I detected bags under her eyes, but even if I was imagining those, there was no doubt about the daggers I saw glaring out of them

“I’m sorry Honey, but you look so absolutely pitiful,” I said and started to laugh.

“Well, how would you look if you took a 2 by 4 up your ass last night,” she said rather loudly.

“Shush,” I said to her, “Do you want to the entire park to know what we did last night?”

She changed her tone to a loud whisper when she asked, “Well, why didn’t you warn me about how much it would hurt the next day?”

“I didn’t know that it would hurt the next day,” I defended myself. “I’ve never taken it up my butt before. How would I know? And besides, you are the one who switched holes, not me. I would have been perfectly content if you would have left it in the hole it started out in.”

“Give me a hug, Gramps,” she asked but did not make a move to come towards me. So I rose out of my chair, went over and put my arms around her and gave her a warm hug. “I’m sorry, you aren’t feeling up to snuff this morning,” I said through the hug. “Is there any place that I can rub and make it better,” I said and started to laugh. She just hit me in the stomach as she sat down and grimaced in the other chair.

“What can I fix you for breakfast?” I smiled to her.

She smiled back and said, “How about a nice soak in the hot tub? Maybe that would relieve some of my discomfort down there.”

“Let’s go. I’ll get changed if you really want to go,” I said earnestly.

“I think that that would feel pretty good,” she said trying to get back up on her feet.

We went in and changed into our swim suits. I took off my clothes and Kristy just untied the belt to her robe and let it fall to the ground, we were both naked.

“Can I see where it hurts,” I asked in jest again, suspecting her to give me a hard time about it, but instead, she turned around, grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her sore little rose bud. I instantly felt a tingle coming from my groin and decided that I wouldn’t be a pain in the ass anymore; pun intended, and put on my swim suit.

We walked down to the campground pool and spa area and after testing the water’s temperature, I got in and told Kristy that it was a little hot but she would get used to it in no time. Submersing myself up to my chin in the hot water, I looked up as Kristy made her descent down into the hot tub. Looking up into her crotch, I noticed a little pubic hair sticking out in view so as she settled in next to me, I whispered into her ear, “You need to trim up your bikini line if you don’t want everyone seeing your pubic hair.”
She thought for a second then replied, “Ever since you shaved me down there on the cruise I’ve been waiting for you to do it again. I guess that tonight is as good a time as any,” and cuddled up to my shoulder.

“The hot water is starting to work already,” I said with a grin.

We soaked our cares away as well as Kristy’s pains, and swam and frolicked around for most of the afternoon and around 4:00, we got out and went back to the coach to change and get ready to have our evening meal. I fixed spaghetti that night from my own recipe and I took her out for dessert.

When we got back to the coach, it was 8:30 so we took a walk down by the river and got home well after dark. As we went to bed, Kristy reminded me about her pubic hair problem and asked if I was up to shaving her tonight. I asked if she was up to it, considering her problem of this morning and she replied, “Just as long as you keep your fingers outside where they belong,” and laughed. I laughed also and got the razor.

As I gathered the necessary stuff to accomplish this unexpected task, Kristy went in to change into her bed clothes and when she emerged, she was wearing a short little nightie that barely covered her crotch. As she lie down and spread her legs, I got a great view of what I would be shaving; her bare little pussy covered with her soon to be shaved pubic hair.

I took a deep breath and applied the warm wash cloth to the hair and started to rub it in. After a couple of minutes of rubbing, to get it nice and warm and wet, I applied some shaving cream on it and rubbed that in. Trying to keep the cream out of her slit and vagina, I applied it mainly to her outer lips and abdomen area and when I had finished, I stopped to inspect my work.

What I saw was a complete turn on for me. Under the coating of foam was the most delicate folds on a girl’s body; the labia major lips, those firm little protrusions of the skin that protected her hidden treasures below in her slit, that stood ready to be shaved with the sharpest of blades. They were so delicate and inviting to touch yet so sacred, that wars have been fought over their intrusions, and yet my granddaughter was lying there in open defiance of morals and proper thinking everywhere, in an invitation to not only touch those precious lips but to place an instrument of destruction upon them in an effort to make them bare for my very eyes.

My touch was soft yet firm as I made the first pass over her area to be shaved. I started up on her lower abdomen and stroked the razor in a downward motion towards her lips. Reaching right at her protruding part, I stopped my descent to see a perfectly clean strip running the length of my swipe. I made sure it was completely clean of all hairs by reversing my stroke and ending up where I had started. Then I moved the blade over an inch or so and made another swipe down as before. I repeated my shave over her abdomen and wiped off the excess foam and inspected my work.

I ran my light touch over the freshly shaved area and found it to be as smooth as a baby’s butt, so I proceeded down to her lips themselves and started my action to remove the hair from them. I directed her to spread out her legs to make for easier access. She complied and I began by stroking of the blade from her leg cavity towards her lips. Although there weren’t many hairs growing in that area, I wanted to make sure since this is the area that caught my attention in the first place. Shaving both leg areas I progressed to the lips themselves.

This was, as I remembered from my experience on the ship, the most delicate spot to shave. I had to be extra careful not to nick or cut her in any way. Plus this was the most sensitive spot for her to be shaved, being right over her clitoral and vaginal areas. So with a precise and steady hand, I started at the uppermost part of her labia lips and started my stroke downward and ending right at her anus. Then I repeated it on the other side. She was breathing heavily when I finished these stokes and I detected a slight odor emanating from her vagina.

As I touched up between the lips, a slight moan escaped her mouth as I took care to remove any hairs that I had missed. I then raised her legs up to her chest to examine her anal area. As before, there were no hairs growing down there, but I got a thrill in her compliance with this unspoken request. I ran the blade over her anus, not hard enough to cut anything, but I wanted to give her the thrill that she gave me. Then I wiped all of the foam out from between her legs and then I gave her the tongue test. If it could pass my tongue running over the shaved area, then it could pass anything else.

I licked her upper area, I licked her lower area and I licked her lips, slowly and thoroughly. She was squirming as I completed my visual and oral inspection and I then put my tongue right between her lips as she groaned and threw her hips up to meet my oral assault.

I was ravaging her pussy with my mouth, licking, sucking and biting on her lips with the slightest pressure on her clitoris. She was in ecstasy as she felt my oral stimulation. Then, as fast as she got turned on, she began to writhe around in anticipation. She arched her back and tightened up her leg muscles. She inhaled deeply, trying to extract every bit of excitement out of herself and then, letting it all release out of her at once, she started bucking her hips, grabbing the hair on the back of my head and forcing my face as deep into her wanting pussy as it would go. Screaming out, “GRAMPS I’M CUMMMMINNNG!!!” she exploded her fluidic orgasm out of her vagina all over my mouth. I drank it in the best that I could and loved every drop of it, even that portion that slid off of my chin. I loved my granddaughter.

She rolled over on her side as she whimpered something about being too tired to stay awake and within a moment’s time, she was fast asleep. I got up, took off my clothes and crawled in beside of her for the evening. We both slept through the night.

The next morning we awoke to a bright sunshiny day and after breakfast we went to town to catch up on some of our grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. While there, I suggested that she pick out a new swim suit and gave her a wink. She smiled that knowing smile and went off to see what they had. She caught up with me at the check out stand and added her selection to my groceries. I could hardly wait to see what she picked out, but I was sure that I would like it.

Arriving back at the coach just before noon, we ate some lunch and I suggested that we enjoy this beautiful day down at the pool so I grabbed a cooler full of sodas for Kristy and a few beers for myself, our towels and sun screen and off we went. We were the only people there when we arrived and that was just fine with me because I didn’t want anybody around when I saw Kristy’s purchase for the first time.

She put all of her stuff down on a chaise lounge, looked over at me and smiled. She tugged on the sides of her cover up as she raised it over her head. Her trim little body came into view starting at her long, firm legs, all the way up to her perky little breasts. As she removed it over her head, I let out a small gasp as I saw what she was wearing.

It wasn’t skimpy per say, but it was rather revealing in its own way. It was a string type bikini that tied at the hips but instead of two ends being tied together, they were tied into a gold colored ring. The top tied into a cloth ring in between her breasts and tied normally at her neck and back. It covered everything it should have but just the fact that those rings were there showing off the skin underneath the suit make it sexy as hell; because the rings were pretty big.