Where it happened: at Gram's place
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
When I was sixteen, I was banished by my parents to spend the summer with my grandmother in northern Vermont. I guess I had been kind of a handful that school year, and my mom and dad thought I needed to get away from the kids I ususally hung out with.
Ordinarily I was a good kid, I wasn’t a troublemaker, I wasn’t really into dating any guys, I hadn’t really even had a serious boyfriend, but at a party after the end of finals week I got drunk (first and last time I ever drank), got behind the wheel of someone else’s car, and got pulled over by my uncle the state trooper.
Mom and dad were seriously pissed, and I can’t blame them. Two years before I started to really bloom, and every guy in town was, shall we say, ‘interested’. I think I can say without being conceited that I was really attractive and athletic, and WAY naive.(Still am on all counts ;)) Between the boys interest in me, my poor judgement, and my uncle’s suggestion – I was shipped to the wilds of Vermont for the summer.
Grams was a really cool lady, and when I got there she set about making me feel not so bad about the ‘being drunk and stupid’ episode. She was the kind of person that you could talk to about anything, and she never got upset. I really loved her, and I miss her like crazy now.
She lived down an old side road that led to an abandoned gravel pit. Nobody went down her road unless they were coming to see her. The day I got dropped off, the parental units were still pretty miffed, so the whole goodbye thing was really tense. After I got my stuff in Gram’s trailer, she suggested that I go for a swim, and try to forget all my problems. I went in to get my bikini and found that I had not packed it. No surprise, my folks were so hell bent on getting me out of Dodge that packing was a rather hurried affair. When I couldn’t find my bathing suit I freaked, and started bawling. Gram didn’t drive, had no car and little money, so I thought I wouldn’t be swimming (a favorite pastime of mine) all summer long.
After I got done crying, she hugged me and told me to take all my clothes off. I was shocked. Gram was like a million years old and very Victorian minded and proper. She was not one to refuse anything to, so I stripped and walked out into the living room naked.
I love being naked. I always have and always will, but it felt weird walking in there in the buff. Grams went and got a towel and said “come on” and we went out her front door and walked the quarter mile or so to the gravel pit – her carrying a towel and me stark naked.
She told me to swim and forget about everything. I did. She talked to me the same as she would have had I been fully dressed. She spread the towel out on a patch of grass, and I sunbathed nude until I decided to get in one more dip before going home. She scooped up the towel, and we went back – her carrying the towel, and me bare as the day I was born.
I showered back at her trailer, and she came into the bathroom just as I was getting out of the shower. She asked me if I really wanted to get dressed, or if I wanted to spend my summer in the buff. I couldn’t believe she gave me the choice, so I opted for nude.
After a few days it just felt normal. I went to bed naked, got up showered and had breakfast in the altogether. I went for walks with her in the nude, sunbathed, skinny dipped and did yard work without clothes all that summer. I only wore a pair of panties when I had my period.
After a couple weeks, I was taking walks every day up and down her road in the nude, sometimes with Gram, sometimes by my self. I was totally unselfconscious. The very rare car that came along saw everything I had. Some looked shocked and kept going, most smiled and waved. One day a dusty old pickup went by and the driver took a moment before it dawned on him that he had just seen a very naked teenage girl walking along the road. He backed up and shut off his truck and asked me if I forgot to get dressed that morning. The guy was in his early sixties and kind of looked like that old guy on tv that talks about checking your blood with Liberty Medical diabetes stuff. We talked for a while and he asked if I had a boyfriend (no), and was I a virgin (yes). I knew he was probably horny, and to tell the truth I was too. I figured I’d see how far this would go.
He told me that I was very pretty and had a nice body. I giggled and asked him what he liked best. He said all of it, but you have “really beautiful bosoms”. His face got red, and I laughed. I didn’t think you could find that word anywhere other than in cheesy old romance novels. I asked him if he wanted to touch them and he said yes. I was sitting on the guard rail as we talked, and I got up and went over to the truck and stood there with my hands behind my back so that my nipples were pointing right at him. He opened the truck door, got out and stood nervously in front of me. He put his gnarled old hands on my boobs. His palms were dry and rough, and felt amazing against my bare breasts. He pulled gently at my nipples until they were standing at attention. He was really nervous. I asked him quietly if he wanted to suck them and he nodded. I said ok and he put one hand on my bottom and one on my back and leaned down and started suck a nipple. He didn’t have any teeth, but it felt really good. I liked the feel of that hard rough hand on my bottom too.
After a few he sucked the other one and stood a few steps back. He was really nervous by now. He said he needed to get going, and got back in his truck. I stepped up close to the cab before he shut the door, took his hand and put it between my legs. He felt my outer lips for a bit, then repeated that he had to go. I thanked him for touching me, and he looked surprised. He asked if I was ok with ‘an old fart’ feeling me up, and I said yes. I told him I walk nearly every day up and down the road, and he could come by at the same time everyday, and if I was alone he could cop a feel. He drove off and I felt like I died and went to heaven. After he was out of sight, I sat back down on the grass by the side of the road and masturbated.
Gram was no dummy, and after a few days she asked me why she could set her watch by the time I went for a walk each day. I know my face got red, and she asked if I had met a young man. I stammered a no, then blurted out the whole story. Yes I’d met a guy, but he was closer to her age. She didn’t get mad. She listened and asked what I wanted to do. I really wanted to have sex so that I knew what it was all about. She shocked me when she said ok, but with a few provisions. She had to met my ‘boyfriend’ , and I was to be safe about it. The next day I invited Walter (my friend-in-the-truck)over for supper. He was scared at first when he heard Gram wanted to know who her only grandchild was going to be fucked by, but I assured him that she was okay with it.
It was awkward at first, but all went well. Walter had been a lifelong bachelor who had never had opportunity or nerve to meet girls when he was young. Gram DID know him, they went to school together. After assuring him that she was okay with me ‘getting experience’ with him, he relaxed and we had a nice evening together. I got sent to bed, and they apparently discussed how this was going to happen.
The next day, Gram and I walked down the road to where I had been meeting Walter. He came along shortly thereafter, and parked his truck. He was so cute, all embarrassed, and gave both Gram and I some flowers. Then he and I headed down to the gravel pit together while Gram sat in the truck.
When we got to the gravel pit, he had his hands all over me. I just stood there and loved every minute of it. He sucked my boobies, squeezed them, felt my pussy, and had me hop up on a big piece of rock that he had spread a towel over. He spread my legs and licked and sucked my pussy. I orgasmed several times. Finally, he cleared his throat a couple time and asked if I was ready. I said I was. He had me get off the rock, and bend over a low branch. He unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out. after fumbling for a minute he asked if I’d help him, so I turned and got the condom out of the wrapper and put it on him. He was about five inches long, and nearly that big around. After he had the condom on, I turned and bent over, offering him my bare bottom and pussy. He felt me for a few minutes again, then stepped up close and abruptly shoved his penis into my vagina. It hurt some for a bit, then the discomfort kind of melted away as he started pumping in and out of me. It felt amazing. Finally he came in me, and I came just a second after he did. He pulled out of me, and pulled the condom off, and threw it in the weeds, put his penis back and zipped up. He sat on a rock and I sat on his lap. He sucked my tits and petted my outer lips for a while. He cleared his throat a couple times, and I asked him if he wanted to do me again. He did, but said he wanted to spank me first. I asked if he was mad at me and he said no, he just thought I had a very cute, spankable ass, and he wanted to try it. He promised to not hurt me, so I stood up and laid across his lap as gracefully as I could. He cupped first one cheek then the other, and stroked me carefully up and down the back of my pussy. Then he slapped my one cheek just enough to slightly sting. He caressed me some more then slapped my other cheek. It wasn’t much as spankings go (I’ve since become quite the afficianado), but it felt wonderful, and he was so careful and tender with me. He then wanted me to stand up and bend at the waist , hold my ankles and let him examine my anus. I did, and he stroked slowly and gently up and down my crack. He put his finger up my pussy until it was wet, and slowly pressed it into my rectum. His fingers were really big, and although it didn’t actually hurt, it didn’t feel all that great either. I’m just glad he never wanted to penetrate me there, though since I’ve become quite fond of anal, too. After he was done exploring me back there, I turned, knelt, and unzipped his pants, pulled his limp penis out, put another condom on him, and sucked him hard again. As soon as he was hard, I stood, turned and bent at the waist, grabbed my ankles and waited for him to enter me. He again slammed his erect penis into my opening. After he finished, he pulled out, slapped both cheeks of my bottom lightly and put his penis back in his pants.
By now, my pussy was a bit tender. He cleared his throat again, and I asked him if he was done with me, and he said he was. We walked back to where Gram was waiting in the truck. He held my hand which was kind of sweet. Gram asked me how it went later that night, and I said good. We talked about it, and I told her everything. She asked if I wanted to keep having sex with Walter for the rest of the summer. I did. The next day, Walter came by and took Gram to town. She came back with a couple boxes of condoms. I went for a walk every day, and every day Walter met me. Some days he just fingered me and squeezed my boobs, other days he had sex with me. Mostly he was careful and gentle, but a few time he fucked me like he just got out of prison. And everyday he gave me a sweet little spanking. I never got tired of his big rough hands on my soft bare flesh. Although he never saw me with clothes on, I never saw him naked – just his penis.
That happened ten years ago. Gram is gone now, and so is Walter. I went to both their funerals, in fact I was the only one at Walter’s. Gram never told my parents and neither did I. I’m now 26, happily married to a man that spanks me often. Never a real spanking, just gentle and sweet like my first lover gave me. He doesn’t know about my past sexual history (Walter was it, there were no others.) Looking back I can only say I’m so glad it happened as it did.
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