Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, I went to spend a month at my grandparents’ place in Naples, Florida. They lived in a beautiful apartment complex that was complete with swimming pool. An added plus was that it was only a few blocks from the beach and the Gulf of Mexico.
My grandfather and grandmother were my father's parents so I felt very comfortable with them, although I hardly knew them. The last time I had seen them was when they moved here. I had very fuzzy memories of them. They had moved to Florida five years before, when he retired from the civil service.
My grandmother was a pleasant woman of sixty-two, small like me, with delicate hands and features and snow-white hair, which she wore perfectly fixed, not a hair out of place. I took an instant liking to her. She was an excellent cook. Although they seldom ate in, mostly they went out or ordered in. She also played bingo three nights a week. It was like a religion to her – Monday, Wednesday and Saturday, without fail.
Now my grandfather was another story. Like my father, he was big, loud and happy. At age sixty-five, he bragged that he was still able to go three miles every day. Of course, he was quick to point out that nowadays he walked the three miles instead of running. He was very handsome and I quickly fell madly in love. He took me everywhere with him, showing me off to all his cronies.
"This is my favorite granddaughter, Lea," he would say, not mentioning that I was his only granddaughter. "Have you ever in your life seen a more beautiful girl?"
As big as he was, of course, everyone agreed with him.
I guess I better describe myself to you. At sixteen years old, I was five-foot-tall, weighed about ninety pounds, slender, with long blonde hair and big firm tits. I rarely wore a bra. I preferred to go without, loving the feel of my t-shirt rubbing across my nipples. I guess you could call me hot – all the boys at school did. I had been having oral sex with my father for about a month, but that is another story for another time.
Needless to say, I was very proud of my body and didn't mind showing it off. Among my clothes was a brand new bikini swimsuit that my father had bought me just for this trip.
My grandfather took me fishing – another first. Showed me how to play golf and tennis. He could swim further and faster than me. We took long walks on the beach.
All in all, he was the best grandfather a girl could want. The first time we went to the beach I wore my very skimpy, red bikini and his eyes lit up.
"Goddamn, girl," he said. "You are one beautiful little lady. I better watch that nobody steals you away from me."
I hugged him and thanked him for the compliment, not thinking anything about it at the time. All the way to the beach I could feel his eyes glancing in my direction. I was very proud of the fact that he thought I was pretty and the way he was looking at my skimpy bottoms. I guessed he thought I was a little sexy too.
When we got to the beach, I helped him carry our stuff down to the water's edge and then ran into the surf. It felt so great. I splashed around in the water for a while then walked out to where my grandfather had set up our stuff. The cool wind did a thing to my nipples under my wet top and I felt them get as hard as a rock.
I think that was the first thing he noticed. His eyes fixed on my top and that funny look came into them.
I had seen that look before.
I loved that look that men gave me, but I didn't expect it from someone as old as my grandfather. Maybe I was mistaken. Maybe he was just pleased with me and happy that I was here with him.
I sat down in the sand and began excavating a trench that I could lie in and cover myself up with sand. When I had it deep enough, I lay down in it and my grandfather came and began covering me with sand. It felt so great to feel the warm sand slowly cover my body. I was also aware that my grandfather's hands seemed to linger a little over my breasts and even a little over my lower torso. Nah, just your imagination, I thought.
After a while, I slowly crawled out of my burial mound and began shaking the sand from my body. It was everywhere. In my hair, ears, under my bikini top, inside my bottoms. I headed for the water to wash it out.
Once in the water, I waded out until the water was up to my chin, glanced around and discovered no one was paying any attention to me. So I slipped out of my bottoms and proceeded to wash the sand from my body and the suit. I could see my grandfather watching me from the shore. I figured he knew what I was doing but I was sure that he couldn't actually see my nakedness.
After getting all of the sand out, I slipped my suit back on and went back to the shore. I was puzzled by the look he was giving me, not that it scared me. I was just puzzled. I wondered if he was thinking of me in a sexual way or was he even able to have sex. I had very limited knowledge of older people. I, erroneously, thought that after maybe fifty or so you could no longer have sex.
We arrived back at the apartment and found that my grandmother had ordered from the local Subway for us and had laid it all out before going to her bingo. I love Subway. We devoured it and sat around chatting for a time before I announced that there were still a few grains of sand in very sensitive places and I was going to take a shower and try to get them out.
I got out of the shower after shampooing my hair, wrapped a towel around me and went to my room. Two things happened in the same instant. I dropped the towel to the floor and my grandfather walked in to ask if I wanted to watch some TV. He stared, open-mouthed, at this naked girl standing in the middle of the room facing him. As he was to say later, "She didn't cover herself or cringe, just stood there."
"Hi, Grandpa," I said, not even thinking about covering my nakedness. After all, my father looked at me naked all the time and did a lot more than look at me.
My grandfather stood as if turned to stone, a hundred emotions running through his mind at the same time. His eyes swept up and down over my body. I could see his hands trembling.
"Is there something you wanted, Grandpa?" I asked after a long time.
"Uh... Uh... Yes... UH... never mind." His eyes never left my body.
I reached down and picked up my nightgown. Actually, it was a large white t-shirt that I wore as a nightgown that I had laid out earlier.
"Is it okay if I just wear my nightgown while we watch TV? I got a little too much sun today at the beach."
He waved his arms in dismissal. "Wear whatever you want," he said, rather gruffly and turned and stalked out.
I was devastated. What had I done to make my grandfather angry? Maybe he was mad because I had taken so much time in the bathroom. I slid the nightgown over my head, not bothering to even put on panties, and followed him into the living room. He was sitting in his favorite chair flipping through the channels on the TV. I stood in front of him, tears beginning to well up in my eyes.