Jessica and Grandpa ch 2 - Sex Stories

Jessica and Grandpa ch 2

Next day at school, my mind raced. I had decided to stay over again this evening, asking my mom to drop off some clother for me, during the day, by phone. It would only be the 2nd time I'd stayed over at my grandparents this week, so was nothing unusual, though it wasn't often I'd stay over two nights in a row. I knew Grandma would be out visiting friends when I got back in from school, as she always was on a Friday afternoon, which of course meant I would have some time on my own again with Grandpa. Did I ask him to show me again? Did I give him a peek at my panties (I had asked my mom to bring a selection of clothes over, knowing that one of my shorter skirts was to be included in this, at my casual requeat)? What could I do to have the effect that I had yesterday? Was it possible for me to also make him feel the same? 'Hr Grandpa' I said as I walked in through the door. My timing once again, as yesterday, was to find him walking from the kitched to the livingroom with a coffee in his hand. I guess it was just his daily routine. 'Hi honey' I got in reply, and so I gave him his usual peck on the cheek. 'How was school today?' he continued. 'It was ok, nothing special, like yesterday.' I said, getting a small chuckle in return. Smiling from ear to ear at him I cooed 'Yesterday was a complete treat!' squeezing my shoulders together to show him my pleasure. As we walked into the livingroom I said 'I'd like to treat you, too, but don't even know if I can.' "Oh, darling.' he ...

... explained 'you're so sweet and beautiful, but you don't need to do anything for me, sweetheart.' he said. 'Do you really think I'm beautiful, Grandpa?' I asked, as he had said this many times before. 'Of course you're beautiful. Very pretty, good looking, and now your figure too, as you are becoming more of a woman than a girl. Just beautiful.' he allowed. I replied 'Thankyou Grandpa!' and reached over to give him another peck on his cheek. Feeling very happy and warm inside that he admitted finding me 'beautiful' in this way, I announced 'Well I'm going upstairs to get changed now.' pausing for a moment thinking, I added 'You might find my bedroom door left a little open, so if you followed up behind me, quietly, I might not even know you are there....' I left this hanging in the air for a moment, to give him time to digest that I was presenting him with an opportunity to get a peek at me in return for yesterday, if he thought I was 'beautiful', before pecking him on the cheek once more, and then running up the stairs to my room. I left the door half open, deliberately. I was tingling inside with anticipation. Would he follow me or not? If he did, would he do it quietly as I suggested, so that I could pretend not to know he was there? I paced around the room with excitement thinking 'what would I even do, if he did?' What would he want to see? Would he want to see me at all, anyway? A small creak from the livingroom door downstairs suggested that it had moved, and that he had ...