Seducing Grandpa
Avery Sam
Seducing Grandpa
by Avery Sam
Please note that all characters are at least 18 years old!
"Come on, Walter! Just kiss me," said Sophie.
"Stop it, Soph! I told you, the tournament begins in five minutes," said Walter, tearing himself away from her grasp.
"I'm sick of this shit! You're always playing your stupid video games instead of paying attention to me," said Sophie.
"Look, the tournament will be over in a couple of hours. Just go watch a movie or something," said Walter, gesturing at the sofa.
"But your grandpa's already watching TV," whined Sophie. "Come on, Walter. I just want to spend some alone time with you."
But Walter said nothing as he already had his headphones on, his attention fully invested in the computer game before him.
Frustrated, Sophie stalked over to the sofa and took a seat next to Walter's grandfather, who was watching an old movie, the kind where actors stand around and do a lot of talking.
She had never really spent much time with Walter's grandpa, Hans. He was certainly a senior citizen but had the air of a younger man, and he was a frequent visitor at the apartment. Any time something broke or needed fixing, Walter called his grandpa.
Sophie did her best to try and watch the movie, but she just couldn't understand the plot. Instead, she looked over to get a better look at Grandpa Hans.
He had an elegantly trimmed beard and his hair was gray. He was tall and slender and remarkably fit although there was always a faint odor of cigars about him.
One thing Sophie really liked about Grandpa Hans was that he dressed sharp. No t-shirts or jeans here; he only wore suits. And he had this air about him... he was so confident and sure of himself.
As the movie dragged on and her frustration with Walter grew, Sophie realized that something was piquing her interest in Grandpa Hans. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he was exuding some kind of silent, magnetic appeal.
Compared to Walter, it was night and day. Walter was skinny and unassertive. He often whined when things didn't go his way, and he was too anxious to do a surprisingly large number of things, including talking to people on the phone.
Walter never even tried to kiss her, let alone take things further. He just wanted to play video games all the time. And when she did manage to drag him away from his games to make out, it was awkward and clumsy. But Grandpa Hans was different, she could tell. She bet that he knew exactly what to do with a woman. He was the real deal.
As Sophie did her best to pay attention to the movie, she realized that Hans was looking at her with an intense expression on his face.
Sophie blushed under his gaze, then looked down at her breasts, which were barely contained by her crop top.
The more that Grandpa Hans stared at her chest, the more her nipples hardened under his scrutiny. She felt her face grow hotter, and the place between her legs began to throb.
"Um, what are you doing?" asked Sophie.
"Nothing," said Hans, smiling.
"I think you're staring at my boobs," she said, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
Grandpa Hans shrugged. "So what? You got nice ones. Besides, I think they're better than the tits on those porn sluts on that movie you were watching."
Sophie blushed even harder at the mention of porn. She had been watching an X-rated video while Walter was gaming one time, and Hans had come out of the kitchen and seen everything before she could close the lid on her laptop.
"What? Are you embarrassed?" Grandpa Hans teased.
"No!" she lied, turning redder still.
"It's okay, Sophie," said Hans. "Everybody watches porn."
"Not everybody!" she protested.
"Sure they do, sweetheart. Even Walter does," said Hans, chuckling. "I caught that boy once when I came over to fix his rain gutter. He was jerking off to some cartoon of a girl with tentacles sucking a robot's dick. He was so embarrassed, he ran out of the room."
Sophie felt her whole body flush with heat.
"It's okay, Sophie," said Hans. "I enjoy an adult picture show once in a while myself."
Sophie gasped, shocked.
"Oh come on now, sweetheart. I may be old, but I'm not dead yet," said Hans, winking at her. "I like to watch the young ladies get naked and touch themselves. And sometimes I even like to touch myself too. Why, since I'm being honest with you, I even fantasize about what I'd like to do with a girl like that."
"A girl like me?" Sophie whispered, feeling her panties getting moist between her legs.
"Oh yes, Sophie," said Hans, reaching over and sliding his hand across her bare thigh. "You're so beautiful. Sometimes, I can't help but imagine us together, doing things. Wild, sexy things that Walter would never have the balls to do with you. I love that boy, but he's a real disappointment to me, sometimes. I've seen how he ignores you. You definitely deserve better."
Sophie shivered with pleasure. She closed her eyes and imagined Hans touching her.
What would it feel like? Would he be gentle and kind, or rough and dominant? Either way, she liked the idea of being with someone who knew what they were doing. Someone who could give her pleasure without making her feel ashamed or embarrassed because she was interrupting a stupid video game competition.