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Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2006 22:42:29 +0000
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GRANDMA'S HOT TUB (F/m-teen, 1st time, inc) ** My grandfather died when I was
about fifteen, and my grandmother never remarried. I had always wondered why,
and sometimes I wondered if she dated. She would come over, and I used to wonder
what she looked like naked, if her body was still in good enough shape for a man
to be interested. She wasn't bad looking at all. She had dark, jet-black hair,
and I figured the color came from a bottle. Hell, I didn't care. A person of 49
has to do what they have to do in order to look good, I figured. She had good-
sized tits, and I didn't see too many wrinkles. She took good care of herself,
and she looked just fine to me. Just the thought of her having sex began to
excite me. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. I suddenly
realized one day, as she was sitting across the table from me just chatting
away, that I had the hots for my grandmother. I actually went from the thought
of wondering what she did for sex to the point of wanting to have sex with her.
I really didn't know when the thought changed. It actually shocked me, to think
that I was sitting there, getting a hard on from looking at her tits straining
against her blouse. I hadn't realized until just then how much a part of my
sexual fantasies had lately been devoted to her, to thinking about what it would
be like to suck on her tits and have her fondle my hard cock. I sat there, red-
faced, hardly listening to her conversation as I stared at her tits. She
interrupted my thoughts by an announcement that she had bought one of those new,
above-the-ground spas for her house. It would be installed in her back yard,
close to her patio, she said, and it would have a bar, and a gazebo on top, made
of red wood latticework. The way she made it sound, it seemed like a paradise.
She was going to plant bamboo around the perimeter and all that. "I'd be more
than glad to help you with it," I heard myself say. I didn't know why I said it,
or what, exactly, the work was going to entail. Her eyes widened. I had never
volunteered to do any sort of labor, ever. You know, I was a major couch-potato
type of guy.
She looked at me and beamed at me with one of those smiles of hers. "Great," she
said, "next Saturday, I think we should put the plants in then." The next
Saturday, I arrived at her house and took a good look at her new spa. It was
already running, and the water was nice and warm, but there were no bubbles. She
had turned it on low, the way she liked it. It would heat faster on low, and
then later, when the water got really hot, she would put it on 'high' and turn
on the bubbles. There were about fifteen large pots of bamboo and all kinds of
other tropical plants, just waiting for someone with a green thumb and some
energy to start working. That was me, I thought. I had a big mouth. I could have
just shut up about it, and one of my cousins would have been over here, helping
her with it. But, as far as I knew, no one in the family other than me had the
hots for my Grandmother. I wondered, absently, what she would do if she knew
that I wanted to fuck, suck, and fondle her. I got red-faced, just thinking
about it. I worked my ass off for about three hours, and dripping with sweat, I
had dug the last hole and planted some type of enormous, broad-leafed thing that
looked more like a tree than a tropical plant. Tarzan could have hidden in the
thing, and no one would have been any the wiser. The damned thing must have
weighed about eighty pounds. Grandma stood there and surveyed our handiwork. It
was gorgeous, with the plants hiding the spa from just about any angle. There
was a small concrete and rock pathway that wound around some of the plants. It
truly was a paradise, right there in her back yard. "I'm so please, I don't know
how to thank you," she said. "You need a shower and some lunch, and a nice cold
drink to go with it," she said. I went into ...
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