“Ready to go?” I asked as I walked up to her. “You look amazing!”
“Thank you dear!” She put her hands on my waist and kissed me on both cheeks. “So nice of you to say.”
“You smell nice too!”
“Oh dammit! I forgot to put perfume on, how silly of me!” She looked a little put out but became relaxed when I told her that it was not important. “Well, at least we have good soap then!”
As we walked along the river towards the village, our conversation touched upon what we had spoken about the previous evening, we spoke of her career and mine as well. Mr Whiskers made an appearance in it as well, she laughed at his name and made fun of me a little about him being the man in my life. My retort had caught her off guard but we both laughed aloud when I said that he was the only hairy pussy that I was sharing my bed with of late. It was good to see her laughing so much.
There was not much to choose from in terms of dining in the village, a handful of pubs, a hotel that seemed too formal for how I was dressed anyway and then there was a tiny Italian nestled down an alleyway off the main street. We chose the Italian naturally, they had about 20 tables maximum and with it being an old listed building. It was rather pokey and a lot of the tables were secluded in little rooms and alcoves. The staff were lovely and the overall ambience was very warm and welcoming, the Gypsy Kings were playing in the background. We perused over the menu and discussed our options. I went for a pizza and she chose a bowl of pasta and ordered a bottle of prosecco, which arrived promptly in an ice bucket with some packets of grissini breadsticks.
“This is lovely!” She beamed at me, her eyes twinkling as she took a sip from her glass.
“A bit stuck in the 80’s but yes, it is lovely but only because you are here to share it with Gran!”
“You are such a tease! I bet you say that to all the ladies?” She winked. I almost spat my drink out but managed to swallow it down.
“Well, if that is the case! It hasn’t really gotten me very far.” I grinned at her.
“The night is young! There is still hope for you yet!” Her foot rubbed up against my leg, I felt my stomach flutter and gasped. Her eyes widened as I looked into them.
“Oh behave yourself! I doubt there is another lesbian in a 10 mile radius from here!” I knew she was being playful with me, a little flirting was fine and I enjoyed the attention from her but didn’t want it to run its course too soon. “Plus, I would likely run a mile anyway!”
“Mmmhmm! You aren’t running now though!” Again her foot rubbed up against my leg.
“You are such a tease! Enough already!” I laughed it off and she chuckled.
“Sorry dear, I can’t resist!”
Our food had arrived and we had a fresh bottle of prosecco brought to us too, the waitress topped our glasses and offered us parmesan and the pepper mill. I couldn’t resist checking her out as she walked off, my gran busted me and made a joke about it. The flirting had stopped and we just ate whilst having a normal conversation about current affairs, weather and celebrity gossip. Literally a bottle of prosecco each, I asked for sparkling water instead because we had to walk back afterwards. Deciding on sharing a dessert of tiramisu and having a coffee, we paid the bill and I left a hefty tip for the waitress. She smiled at me as we left the restaurant.
The temperature had not dropped as much as it had the previous evening, even though I offered to get a taxi, she wanted to walk back and said it would be more romantic. We were on a date after all and it would be nice to walk hand in hand with her, plus I knew it would be lights out as soon as we got to the van. I put my arm around her waist and she responded by putting hers around mine, her hand squeezed my love handle. Every so often, she would squeeze me and pull my body closer to hers and our breasts would smash against each other. I wanted to grab her bum and squeeze it, how would she react at my indiscretion I wondered. I looked at her as we walked and she looked at me and smiled.
“I love you!” She said softly and squeezed me again.
“I love you too!” I kissed her on the cheek.
“Lucy.” She stopped walking and turned to me, her eyes filled with emotion and I could feel her trembling slightly. “You don’t need to run away from me!”
“What does that mean?” I was in shock, I knew what it meant but couldn’t believe that she was my grandmother and she was taking the next step with me. I thought my knees would give out.
“It means that I want you to kiss me!” She put her hands behind her back and pushed my hands down onto her bottom before putting hers around my back and pulled me closer.
With that, our mouths connected and we kissed each other on the lips at first. My hands squeezing her bum cheeks almost immediately, which I savoured the feeling of them through the thin fabric of her dress. We both moaned as I probed her mouth with my tongue, she almost sucked it in completely and pushed hers into my mouth. Feeling her push her mound into mine was exhilarating, tongues dancing with each other with her bum cheeks in my hands. She groaned as I spread them apart and pulled her into my body. I thought she was going to jump up and wrap her legs around me. I probably could handle her easily but didn’t want her to fall and hurt herself. She put her hand on my chest and pushed me away gently.
“I need air!” She was breathless, her chest was heaving back and forth and I could see a sheen of perspiration below her neck.
“Are you ok? Was that too much?” I had my hand on her shoulder and was trying to look her in the eyes, she was crying. “Oh Gran, I am so so sorry!”
“What for? I am just a little overwhelmed. I have broken my vows with my granddaughter and I haven’t felt like this since I was 18 years old!” she wiped her eyes on her dress.
“What happened when you were 18?”
“I will tell you some other time!” She stood up and took my face in her hands and kissed me again, I put one hand to her neck and the other on her bum and we kissed each other deeply but with less vigour this time.
“It is getting nippy, can we keep walking?” It was me that made the suggestion, I was cold but I also wanted to see what would happen when we were back in the van.
“Of course dear but I am desperate for a wee, just going to squat here if that is ok?” I watched her squat down and lift her dress, she pulled her panties to the side and began peeing in front of me.
“When in Rome, eh?!” I pulled my shorts down and squatted next to her, I didn’t need to pull my panties aside because I wasn’t wearing any.
This was probably the hottest experience I had ever had in my life, pissing on a path next to a river with my grandmother. We both had been in need as our urine pooled together at our feet, feeling the splashing on my leg was a turn on for me. Making eye contact with her caused us to laugh, we both stood up and straightened our clothing. I now had a wet patch at my crotch and a little drip down my thigh, which I wiped with my wrist. She took my hand in hers, could have sworn that there was wee on her fingers but just smiled to myself and raised my eyebrows. The walk back took some time as we stopped to kiss every now and then. I wasn’t complaining though, she instigated them too and that was fine with me because she was happy.
As we approached our little camp, she pulled her dress up over her head and spun around in a circle and practically skipped the last few metres with her breasts bouncing. I nervously looked around and could see no one else and no lights had suddenly come on. I quickened my pace behind her and told her off in jest, she was highly amused. She stopped to remove her wedges before standing up in front of me naked except for her panties, she smoothed her hands down her chest to her belly and back up to cup her breasts.
“Where is my gran and what have you done with her?” I asked jokingly. I stood there looking at her body, the first time I had seen her breasts front on. They were not as perky without a bra but still held their own, her areola were dark like mine and her nipples were small and erect.
“I am not sure, she must be around here somewhere!” She playfully looked around, lifting a cushion from a chair before turning back to me. “Come here!”
I stepped closer to her and she took my hands in hers. “Lucy!”
“Yes?” I felt a twinge of guilt coming.
“Promise me that you won’t get all weird with me once this is done! I don’t want this to become a mistake!” Her grip intensified, she had strong hands!
“What is ‘this’? What is it you really want?” I knew where she was coming from because I was feeling it too.
“I want you to take me into that bed and make me feel things I have never felt before, I don’t care what it takes, I trust you!”
“If I told you that I feel the same, as in about this being a mistake and getting all weird and shit!” I paused to study her reaction. “I have wanted to kiss you and grope your bum like that for quite some time now, my mind has been all over the place worrying about having these thoughts but I was ok with them because we are simply human.”
She removed my hoodie from my waist and lifted my vest up over my head, my breasts now exposed to her gaze and saw her eyebrow raise as she touched them. I flinched initially but she reassured me and pulled me closer so that our breasts pressed up against each other, her nipples were hard like mine. I was psyching myself up to take the next step but she must have read my mind, her hand took one of mine and placed it on her groin. I was nervous and gingerly moved my hand around the outside of her panties, feeling her pubes beneath the fabric and the dampness of what I assumed was her vagina or had she too leaked urine onto them like I had my shorts.
Feeling her hand on my own bum as she squeezed firmly, snapped me out of my reverie and I pressed my hand firmly into her pantie clad crotch. She moaned her approval and parted her legs a little which gave me a better purchase on her vagina, her inner thighs were moist and I could feel the heat coming from her. I pushed up against her body, my finger moved beneath her panties and back out just as fast, I had to get them off her.
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