Chapter 5: Grammy

Harry Bolton looked up from his magazine when he heard his wife talking, but then realized Ann Marie was talking to one of their daughters on the phone. From what he could hear it involved sex, and while that always interested him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know about his daughters’ sex lives. Or his granddaughter’s now that he thought about it. Bethie was fifteen and had supposedly begun dating. He remembered when Kate and Jenny had begun dating and was glad those days were behind him.

Ann came in from the kitchen. “Who was that?” Harry asked.

“I was talking to Kate.”

“What are they up to?”

Ann came around and sat on the couch next to Harry. “Nothing much. She and Bob had Bethie and Billy over for the weekend.”

“Mmm? What were Jenny and Brad up to?”

“It was Brad’s birthday. They were having a private celebration.”

Harry snorted and shook his head, smiling. “And they needed to send the kids away to celebrate?”

“Harry, don’t you remember when we used to celebrate that way?” Ann teased. “I remember when we used to have those private celebrations.”

“And I remember when we didn’t have any kids to send away. Life was a lot simpler then.”

Ann laughed loudly. “You’re just a grumpy old man! You didn’t mind those celebrations at the time. I seem to recall you liked them.”

Harry looked over at his wife, she was wearing a cotton print sundress with buttons down the front to the waist, and he was sure that if he were to undo those buttons, he would find it was all she was wearing. Ever since their daughters had left home, Ann had taken to dressing commando-fashion at home. When Harry had asked her about it then, she had replied, “You liked it when I dressed like that back when we first got married.” Then she unzipped his pants and gave him a blowjob. Ever since, when either of them got home, they would change clothing as needed.

Harry tossed aside his magazine and put a hand idly on Ann’s shoulder. At sixty, they were both still attracted to each other. Before he could start something, though, the phone rang, and Ann hopped off the couch. “Later!” she laughed, and then headed back to the kitchen.

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed his magazine. Unlike Jenny and Kate, who didn’t meet their husbands until they went off to college, he and his wife had met in high school. He had been on the basketball team and Ann Marie Smith had been a cheerleader. She had looked so good in her cheerleader’s uniform, he mused. They had started dating when they turned fifteen, though Harry had complained to her that they wouldn’t be able to go out on dates until he got his license.

Ann had simply smiled and asked if he had a bike.

“Would you like to go on a picnic, Harry?” Ann asked.

“A picnic?”

“The weather tomorrow is supposed to be perfect.”

“A picnic?” he repeated.

“You know, you, me, some lunch, some ants, a big blanket all by ourselves...”

Harry’s eyes popped open. “Uh, okay, that sounds nice. How, where...”

“You have your bike, right? We can buy some subs or something and ride our bikes up to the reservoir,” Ann answered.

“Uh, yeah.”

Ann laughed at him. “You don’t get it, do you? We can ride up there with some lunch and a blanket and spend the entire day. I heard my brothers one day. There are lots of private spots up there that nobody can see. There’s no boating and no parking spaces for cars, so if we find a nice spot, we can pull our bikes in and lay out the blanket and be all alone. Don’t you want to be alone with me?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

The next morning, as soon as he finished his cereal, Harry rode his bicycle over to Ann’s house. She led him out to the garage, where she had an old Army blanket of her father’s and some cotton clothesline. They rolled the blanket up and tied it to Harry’s handlebars, and then rode over to the QuikStop, where they bought subs and a six-pack of Cokes. It was a five-mile ride to the reservoir, but once there, it only took them about five minutes to find a suitably private picnic spot.

“Put the Cokes in the lake. The water will keep them cool,” said Ann.

That made sense, so Harry said, “Okay.” He took the six-pack down to the water and set it under water. He put his hand in and she was right. It was cool, though not cold. Still, the forecast was for a warm and sunny day, and cool Coke beat warm Coke. He returned to find Ann trying to untie the rope holding the blanket to his bike. “Done. Now, we just have to hope the tide doesn’t come in and wash them away.”

“There’s no tide in a lake!” she protested. Then she saw the grin on his face and said, “You goof! You tied this! You can untie it!”

Harry laughed and quickly undid the clothesline. He dropped the line over the seat and helped Ann lay out the blanket. She sat down on the blanket and kicked her shoes off and pulled off her footie socks. “Sit down, Harry.” She patted the blanket next to her. “Let’s talk or something.”

Harry liked talking to Ann, but he really wanted to try the ‘or something.’ He plopped down on the blanket and kicked off his own shoes.

“Take your socks off, too.” Ann lay back and lifted her feet. She had spent part of the night before painting her toenails, and they flashed bright red in the sunlight.

Harry gulped and nodded. “Yeah!” He practically tore his socks off and tossed them aside.

The girl stretched out seductively and squirmed around on the blanket, scratching a nonexistent itch. “Now, did you want to talk? Or did you want to do something else?”

Harry reacted like a bull being teased by a red cape. He lay back and rolled towards his girlfriend and took her in his arms, to begin kissing her fiercely. After a few minutes he came up for air and Ann teased, “I guess you wanted to do something else.”

“Guess so.”

“Well, slow down, Tiger. I’m not going anywhere, am I?”

“Guess not.”

“In fact, my bike is over there, and if I tried to escape, you’d probably catch me, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d certainly try,” he admitted, smiling. He planted a string of kisses along her neck. “Sure you want to escape?”

Ann gasped as Harry kissed her neck; it felt like a line of fire going straight from her neck down to her pussy. She whimpered and then pushed him away. Grinning, she pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. “I think I’m safer this way. If you scare me, I’ll be able to run away.”

“Not with my arms around you.” Harry wrapped his arms around her and began running his hands up her back.

Ann moaned and put her lips to his. It didn’t take long for the two teens to take things to the next level. Harry’s hands began wandering and soon discovered Ann’s bra straps under her t-shirt. He began tracing them and she responded by squirming atop him frantically. They rolled to the side and their hands moved to their fronts. Harry began tracing her bra to her full breasts. Ann stiffened as she began cumming, and she grabbed Harry’s cock through the front of his shorts. It was Harry’s turn to gasp, and he came in his briefs. Ann could feel the wet warmth through the layers.

She pulled away and smiled. “I don’t think that was planned,” she giggled.

Harry’s face was red with embarrassment. “I ... I mean ... oh, shit!”

That just earned more giggles. “Harry, that can’t be comfortable. Take off your shorts and let things dry out.”

“You mean...”

“I think we both know what is going to happen, Harry. Get undressed and I’ll do the same.” She sat up and peeled off her t-shirt, revealing a very well-packed plain white bra. “Well?”

Harry promptly stripped off his t-shirt and his shorts; his cum-soaked briefs got tossed away. Ann gave him a quick glance but then reached behind her back and undid her bra. That was placed aside, and she pulled off her shorts and panties together. She smiled and laid back on the blanket.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her. He eyed her hungrily. Ann Marie Smith was medium height, brunette, and beautiful. Her figure defined hourglass, and Harry wondered if he would be able to check her bra and find just how big those glorious tits were. He had heard that more than a mouthful was wasted but looking at her laying there waiting for him on the blanket made him think that saying was nonsense. Her nipples looked so big and puffy and inviting ... so mouthwatering. Her pussy was amazing. Ann’s was partially shaved, leaving only a small tuft of brown hair at the top, so she could wear a tiny swimsuit.

Ann smiled. By the time she had stripped bare, her boyfriend’s cock was stiff again, and it looked wonderful! It looked big, too, long and thick, and she wondered how it would ever get inside her. She knew it could because she had seen giant cocks in her friends’ magazines, but still...

Ann opened her arms and smiled, and Garry lowered himself to her. Within minutes his lips had moved from hers to her tits, and she gasped as he began working them over. She returned the favor by putting a hand on his cock and began stroking it, eliciting a happy groan from him. Only the fact that he had already cum once kept him from cumming again.

Over the next two hours the young couple experimented with both oral and straight sex in several different positions. Temporarily exhausted, they pulled apart and Ann sent Harry down to the reservoir for some Cokes. “Yeah. Where’s my shorts?” he asked.

Ann giggled. “Just go down and get them! Nobody can see us!”

“But...”

“Nobody is allowed to go swimming or boating here! Who’s going to see you?” She laughed as he scampered down to the water and brought back two cans of Coke.

“When we get arrested for whatever, I am going to blame you for leading me into a life of crime,” he told her.

“Don’t forget the subs.”

Harry growled and rolled his eyes before going over to their bikes and grabbing their lunch. “When we leave here, I am stealing your clothing and letting you ride home that way.