Perverts 'R' Us

Grandad Watched Me

By Jude ( voy, M/f, mast, no-sex )

Before I can tell you the story, I suppose I need to tell you a little more about my family. I lived in a fairly big, three-bedroom house in a suburb of London. My grandmother, granddad, and aunt lived there with my father and me. Family life was happy, but it was a houseful of very different characters. My Aunt was sweet, a short and tubby lady who always had a cuddle or kind word to say. Even my friends called her Auntie when they visited. My Nan was different from her sister, described by all that knew her as a lady. She was quite a frosty woman, but showed me love in so many ways, just not physically.

My granddad on the other hand was a lovely, soft, and gentle man. He adored her, and therefore allowed her to henpeck him relentlessly. He was lovely to me, always the one to try and keep me out of trouble, the one that had a sweetie in his pocket he saved for me, you know, that kind of thing. His pride and joy was his garden, to where he escaped as often as he could. He lovingly grew roses for my Nan, and we had a constant supply of home-grown vegetables. He'd sit in his shed, which always smelled of soil and warm wood, and listen to his beloved cricket or football on the radio. I can remember sitting in there, listening to Arsenal play, not really understanding the commentary when I was little, but just enjoying being in his company.

I shared my bedroom part of the week with my aunt and this kind of interfered with my discovery of how wonderful masturbation could be. It was incredibly frustrating to be lying in bed, hearing her sleep, and trying to touch myself without waking her. It often became too difficult, so I began a routine of having a shower late in the evening. We had a large bathroom, with a thick carpet and cool tiling on the walls. I'd run the shower so people thought I was bathing, and then put on the stereo and relax. I'd sit with my back on the cool tiles as I masturbated. Although the door was locked, I'd sit by it so that I could hear anyone coming up the stairs and ensure I was quiet. This was a satisfying solution. The atmosphere was warm and steamy and I could touch myself without being disturbed. I can't even remember what fantasies I used then, I just remember finding that I could make my body feel these intense sexual feelings that were so addictive. It became a daily routine, sitting in the heat, my body needing to cum as the water covered the sounds I made.

Later, as I began to experiment in the way I touched my body, I began to find out how exciting it was to have something inside me as I came. I'd slide two fingers inside my wet pussy and was quite astounded as I came on them for the first time. Feeling my virgin cunt contract around them was quite powerful and I learned that I enjoyed cumming most when my pussy was full. So then the search began for something I could use to fuck myself. At 12, I had no way of getting a dildo, so I began looking at many household things in a different way. I was very tight obviously, and as I usually sat up when I came at that time, putting anything inside me was difficult.

To be honest, the thought did scare me as much as it excited me. I had visions of 'losing' things up there or getting something stuck. It seems so silly now, but back then these thoughts occupied my mind.

It was then somehow that I began to look at my recorder in a different way. I had played the recorder at school, and one day as I was taking it apart I looked at the middle section in a new way. It was a thin tube, smooth and hard, that tapered at the end. And this was the first sex toy that I used as I played with my clit.

It was rare I ever came home after school to an empty house, so this particular day in the summer was a treat. There was a note in the kitchen, saying dad was working and the rest had gone off to do various shopping chores and would be back later. It was boiling hot summer's day, and I couldn't wait to get my school uniform off and freshen up. Stripping off, I enjoyed the freedom of being naked for a while, dancing around my bedroom and letting the breeze from the fan cool me down. I can remember it felt very 'naughty' and I loved it. Dancing around the room, I saw my recorder lying on the dresser and decided that I could enjoy the empty house a lot more.

For some reason, I decided to use the bathroom as usual. I suppose I thought that if the door was shut at least people would knock, where as if I was in my room it was more likely they'd just walk in. I didn't bother running the shower, it was too hot for the steam today. I settled on a towel by the door. I can remember even today how cool the tiles felt on my sweaty back.

The door was ajar, but to be honest I don't think I even noticed. Settling back against the wall, I began to play with myself. Being alone made me more uninhibited and I explored my breasts, teasing and squeezing my nipples and enjoying the pull I headed down to my cunt. I didn't ever need any lube, as I'd get wet quite readily. If I needed any moisture, I'd lick my fingers as I played. Back then I loved these new experiences, the slow build-up to orgasm was so exciting. Sometimes taking longer than others, but always knowing that those amazing feelings would come to me eventually. Sometimes they almost scared me when I came, it was all so new and thrilling.

This particular day, I loved the feelings. I can remember hunching down a little and beginning to use the section of my recorder inside me. I was wet and despite the hardness I loved the way it slid into me. My fingers were working my clit, circling the hard little nub, fingers buried inside the wetness, my outer lips with only a fine covering of soft hair. I remember as I began masturbating as a child, being excited that my pussy lips swelled and almost seemed to pull my fingers inside.

Eyes closed, I rubbed and circled my clit, that tiny hard button bringing so much pleasure it seemed unreal. I was fucking myself firmly with my cock replacement. The dark brown tube against my white skin must have looked quite obscene as it slid into my virgin cunt. Both of these intense sensations brought me to orgasm and with my eyes closed I came on my fingers and fuck toy. Gasping and panting as the feelings subsided, I began to come back to reality.

It was then that I saw him. Standing in the semi-open door was my granddad. I was so shocked and humiliated that I can just remember staring at him and scrambling to try and cover myself. It seems so stupid now, as he had obviously seen what I was doing. Neither of us spoke and all he did was reach up and pull the door closed.

I can remember sitting on the floor almost in tears, completely humiliated and scared of what would happen now. I was terrified he would tell my Nan, who made it clear that sex, masturbation etc was disgusting and was something that no good girl should be even thinking about.

I listened intently at the door but couldn't hear any raised voices, and I knew that if he had told she would be flying up the stairs for the confrontation by now. Instead, all I heard was the back door closing, and looking out of the bathroom window, I saw him walk into his shed. Now, I realize it's likely he went in there to jerk off. Back then, at first, these thoughts didn't cross my mind. The incident was never mentioned, although I do remember that sometime soon after, we'd catch each other's eye and I'd look away, cheeks burning with embarrassment. But a tiny thrill making butterflies in my tummy.

Later when I thought of what happened, I found that I got excited thinking about him watching me. If you ask me what would have happened if he had come into the bathroom and suggested anything, or even showed a sign he was aroused by it, I couldn't answer for sure what I would have done. Part of me must admit that I adored this man so much I think I would have done anything he asked. And yes, these thoughts have fuelled my fantasies in later life. What I am really sad about is that I never noticed if he was aroused, and now I long to know if there was a bulge in his groin.

Perhaps that's why I enjoy watching a man masturbate so much. Thinking back to him in the shed, wanking his cock as he thought back to what he had just seen. Yes it excites me a lot. After he died, I spent a long time in his hide-away, wondering about what he did that day, what thoughts had run through his head. I'll never know how much he saw, or why he chose to keep my secret, but I think I love him even more for it. He died very soon after that, and even now I miss him very much.