Granddad “Mr. Smith?” “MR. SMITH!” “Errr, sorry. Miles away.” “Somewhere nice I hope?” “Oh yes, I think so! A nice sunny beach.” “Sounds lovely, was I there?” “Hang on, I'll have a look,” I said smiling up into her laughing eyes. “Yes! There you are. Tiny little yellow bikini.” I told her. “But I haven't got a tiny little yellow bikini.” she replied sadly. “Oh! What colour is it?” I asked tentatively. “Blue, sky blue.” Came back the answer with another amused smile. “Hang on, I'll have another look. Oh, yes! There you are. Ummm that is tiny, very nice. Oh! An' so are those!” I looked up at her and grinned. “What?” she asked playfully. “You've just taken your top off, is that likely?” I asked looking pointedly at her nice, full breasts. She seemed to think for a moment then... “Yes, probably, very probably under the right circumstances.” “Hang on! Let me check to see if it's the right circumstances.” She was laughing. I was smiling. Happy daze. “Oh! I do think it must be the right circumstances. That was a small bikini bottom, wasn't it?” “Was?” “Yes, you've just slipped them off as well. Now you're just wearing a big pair of sunglasses and flip-flops.” “Flip-flops? That's not very sexy!” she was really laughing happily. I was laughing as much, enjoying the silly banter. “Maybe not but they'll stop you from burning your feet on the hot sand.” “Big sunglasses will give me panda eyes if it's that hot,” she said knowledgeably. “True, but they'll enable you to pretend you're not checking out the guys that are checking out you while having naughty thoughts, and that you're enjoying it.” “How do you know they're having naughty thoughts?” she asked with a grin that was getting more wicked by the second. “Because I'm old enough to be your father and I'm having naughty thoughts and if I am they must be, or gay!” I admitted gleefully. She glanced down at her clipboard. “Grandfather!” she said, simply. “What? Eh? Oh, yes – well I'm young for my age.” I said grinning impishly up at her. She started, looked thoughtful... “When's all this happening?” she asked in mock seriousness. “Soon as you've made up my new specs, couple of days after, gotta make sure I can see properly first. Why, wanna come?” I asked, mischievously. “How long we talking about?” Still the wicked smile and impish sparkle in her eyes. “How long d'you think I'll last?” She looked at me appraisingly. “Lemme see,” she said stroking her chin, “two maybe three.....” she paused for a long time, “days?” “Phew! I thought for a minute you were going to say hours! So, a long day to get there then..” I paused, calculating, “Let's say three days, a few days recovery then, maybe four days, coz I'll be in better shape by then. A bit of recuperation then the long drive home – say ten-fourteen days?” I suggested playfully. “I'll ask my husband,” she said calling my playful bluff. “Good idea,” I replied totally unabashed then handed her my card. “Phone and email. If he say's OK, call or email. Gotta passport?” I laughed. “Of course,” she replied equally happy. Unfortunately we had to get down to the task of sorting out new frames etc.., and although the banter continued it was much more sedate. It took about half an hour in all. We parted on good terms. “Mr. Smith, you're a rogue!” she whispered. “ Anja, you're beautiful!” I replied quietly, “have a wonderful day.” I spent the next two days getting things organised for my month long break. To say I didn't have fond memories of the few moments silliness wouldn't be true but, as I'm sure you realise I didn't even bother to check my emails more than the usual once a day. You'll be no more surprised than I, when, on the third evening I checked my mail to find, what I first thought was a spam holiday come on. I didn't recognise the email address nor did it look like the usual spam mailing format. A yahoo account when I looked closer. I opened it ### ### ### Hi Granddad I asked my husband – he thinks it's a wind up and that I should accept just so he can enjoy you trying to wriggle out of it. What he doesn't realise is how much fun we both had for those few minutes or that I was floating on air with the silliness of it all, all day. Let's wind him up! I'd love to see his face when he has to wriggle out of it! And if he doesn't? I'd be delighted to cum with you and promise not to wear you out too quickly. Can you send more details? Even if it is a wind up, it'll be fun to watch his face. Anja xxx ### ### ### I thought about it for a while – wind up? What the hell, it could be fun! The reality was perfectly simple. I was going anyway, there was negligible cost involved in taking another person. I'd be buying food anyway and eating out more often than not so it might even be cheaper – not that it mattered either way. I'd been there often enough to have many friends who I knew would be there. On the plus side all I had to do was collect her and return her safely. During the intervening days I'd have the company of a perfectly beautiful creature. Even if, when I knocked on her door, she said 'sorry I'm not really coming' I would have lost nothing except a lot of fanciful thoughts and, admit it myself, I'm probably too old to entertain fanciful thoughts about a girl about the same age as my granddaughter. ### ### ### Hi Anja! To be honest I was very surprised to receive your email. Also VERY delighted! More details, as requested – unfortunately it's all correct, not made up like us on the beach so you will probably change your mind :-( I have a one bedroom apartment in a naturist village on the Mediterranean coast, 100 metres from a sandy beach and the sea. It only has one bed, a big one. About this time each year I go down with all the bits and pieces I might need for the season. I stay a while then return. Once it is all set up I go down whenever I want and stay as long as I want. I should be delighted to enjoy your company for two weeks and also your attempts to wear me out GBWG! If you need any further information please write or phone. Granddad xxx ### ### ### I sent it off with a big smile – nothing ventured, nothing gained! Half an hour later my 'phone rang. ### ### ### “Hi Granddad!” “Anja! How are you? Everything OK?” “We got your reply – he is convinced it's a wind-up! But he didn't see that wicked glint in your eye when we were larking about – he didn't see mine either.” “You naughty girl! Where is he now?” “I am, and it's all your fault, Granddad! He's gone for a run, as ever! Can I be naughty and ask for more details? I'll send an 'official' email tomorrow asking, if that's OK?” “That's fine, no problems anything you need to know tonight?” “No, not really – I'm planning on getting to a point where I can say that if you do, actually turn up I'm going to go with you. So the more of a wind-up he thinks it is the better, is that OK?” “Perfect! For the record,” I paused. “Yes?” “If we get to the stage of me picking you up then you can be assured I shall pick you up! I'm more than happy to have you with me for as long as you wish, OK?” “You are? That's great! I'm working on it – have already checked I can get the time off! And Granddad?” “Yes, Sweetheart?” “When you get the email tomorrow make your reply as outrageous as you can. That'll really get him going!” “You're a very bad girl! Tell you what, I'll tell you the absolute truth about what we could do together, that'll really get him going! Trust me.” “Thanks, Granddad, I'll email the bits for him to know, read the emails, y'know, from now on then ring you with the bits for us, OK?” “Perfect!” “Night night Granddad – sleep well.” “Night night Sweetheart, enjoy your naughty dreams. Kiss kiss kiss.” ### ### ### WOW! Now that's a turn up for the book and no mistake. Charlie, Joan and the rest will be flabbergasted! If anything comes of it, that is! I checked my email the following morning. ### ### ### Hi Granddad, Thanks for your quick reply. Could I have a bit more information, please? I've no idea what to expect so really have no idea what I should bring, if it's not too much trouble? A girl needs to be properly prepared, y'know Anja XXX ### ### ### Hi Anja, Ummmm? Tell a girl what to take on holiday? Those are very murky waters. That be a land where demons fear to tread an' no mistake. Tell you what, I'll try to give you a flavour of everything that could/might/should occur and you can cherry pick to your hearts content. That way I don't take the rap for you not being prepared. Of course, if you need further info I'm yer man! OK? It's a twelve and a half hour drive, door to door + comfort breaks etc., so a very long day. You'll need to be dressed comfortably. The wheels are fully air-conditioned so we can choose the temperature you need as long as it's not too warm and sends me to sleep. I always have light travel rugs/blankets on the back seat so you could snuggle up in one of those if you get too tired. If you prefer I'll book a room for us about half way and we can do it in two bites (and a nibble or two). Once we arrive you won't need any clothes at all except sandals, the roads and pathways are a nightmare! Unfortunately it is sometimes chilly and or windy so you'll probably want something to slip on and off, particularly if we go out for a meal in the evenings. Evening 'wear' is very much a thing of choice anything from a wide grin to evening gowns (revealing for pref.) I normally wear shorts and shirt if warm and light trousers and shirt if cooler. A light fleece or jacket covers all eventualities. Clubbing – for the most part clubs open around 11pm. They are NOT like the clubs we have here!Males are required to 'look smart' females are encouraged to look sexy/very sexy. Ludicrously high heels and a belt masquerading as a skirt seems to be the order of the day. Oh, and a little bag, thingy, to put your large supply of condoms, little bottle of lube, some tissues, wet wipes and a key to the apartment, if you decide to go back there before me . Speaking of which – Condoms – I always visit the clinic before going on holiday to check that no little nasties have crept in under the radar, as it were. I also visit again upon return, for the same reason. I went last week and all is good I'm mentioning this because it is essential that you understand that, while at the clubs or cinema, or anywhere for that matter, you use a condom whenever you are with someone or someone(s) that you do not know or trust completely. For the record my friends and I have our own little gatherings quite regularly, all keep a very close eye on their 'health' and I'm absolutely certain that you will be made most welcome if you so wish. I will be taking my usual stock of a couple of gross condoms, 500ml edible lube and a wholesale sized box of wet wipes. None of my lady friends have ever expressed a problem with sore throats but you might know otherwise. If you have your own preferences for condoms, lumpy/flavoured etc.. or lube then either let me know or bring the ones you already have/or more. While on the subject – pills or patches? Make sure you bring spares of patches if you use them. I'm sure you'll be swimming or at least getting very wet . I wouldn't want your patch to float away. Swimming will not require a costume. If fact they are totally banned in the pools. Shopping – there is a complete range, from groceries to sex toys via party wear. There's even an ironmongers if you're into bondage (chains/padlocks)? If you have a favourite rabbit or clit vibe.... better the devil you know If you haven't much in the way of party wear and want to go to a party I'm sure we can find something in the boutiques that you'd be happy for me to see you nearly wearing Days out – If you get bored with walking around with nothing on and getting a tan we can always go out in the wheels and explore the beautiful countryside, so suitable clothes might be useful. Ummmm? Have you tried river bathing? Maybe your tiny little sky blue outfit would be handy, just in case I can't get you naked without upsetting the natives. Well the strait-laced ones, anyway I think that about covers it. Anything you need in the way of clarification, just ask. Love? Granddad XXX PS – sunscreen? Factor 50? probably, but if you really want to make an old man happy – Factor 10 – then I can spend all day re-applying it! Sun hat and shades that don't give you panda eyes. ### ### ### I spent the rest of the day wondering how long the charade would continue but admitted I was loving every minute. Nice girl. At eight that evening my 'phone rang. ### ### ### “Hi Anja, how's it goin'?” “Hi, Granddad – you're evil you are!” “I am! I mean, I am? How so?” “Two gross of condoms!” she exclaimed unbelievingly. “Well, I'm cutting down this year – still got a few left from last season -still in date though.” I chuckled. “Huh! And half a litre of lube, edible?” she was laughing. “Yes, I wondered about that. I'm thinking I should get a full litre this year, back end of last year it got a bit touch and go. Errrm, do you find it useful?” I asked solemnly. “Where's your husband tonight?” “The usual nightly run. He's a physical jerk getting to be more of a jerk than physical, really. So, you're saying I should bring a little bag, thingy to put the necessary supplies in, yes?” behind the laugh I could hear a little concern. “Don't worry about that too much. I've got a couple, just in case. Neat little jobs, hang off your shoulder or put it around your waist. Adjust it right and it could hide you modesty. Have you got any?” “Any bags or modesty?” she asked. The laughter was back in her voice. “Yes, what does your husband think of it so far?” I asked in a serious voice. “Wind-up! Total wind-up either that or I'm planning a trip away with a lover and this is a cover-up.” “That's a perfectly reasonable consideration,” I admitted, “and?” still a serious voice. “I told him my 'lover' was over sixty and....” I snorted. “What? You are!” “True but you could have told him I was over seventy and still been telling the truth.” “As you say but if I had said seventy he'd think I was really planning to go away with someone nearer my age but 'over sixty' is probably a wind-up. Anyway, you're over sixty and I've told him that IF you turn up I'm going with you! You sure you're happy with that?” “Perfectly, promise. Bye the way, I'll need your API info, OK?” “API?” “Advanced Passenger Information. Name, address, DOB and passport number etc.. I take it you're an EU citizen?” “Yes.” “No problem then. Check it out on the Euro-tunnel site. Put the info on a piece of paper and let me have it when I pick up my specs. OK? I'll fill in the details on my booking. “OK, will do... Granddad?” she finished quizzically. “Yes, Sweetheart.” “All that stuff you sent, it's true, isn't it?” “Yes, Sweetheart.” “Even the bit about your private little club?” “Yes, Sweetheart, but I forgot to say that we often watch films together rather than go to the overpriced cinema.” “Naughty films?” she exclaimed excitedly. “Naughty, probably doesn't quite cover it. I'm thinking more... filthy?” “Ohhhh! Goody! I've never seen a naughty film let alone a filthy one, can I come?” “More than once, I hope!” “Granddad! That's rude!” she laughed. “It is,” I agreed, “anything else I can assist you with?” I added cheekily. “Wouldn't mind you telling me a bedtime story, Granddad, a filthy one!” she replied with a dirty laugh. “When we get there,” I promised. “I'd like that. Ummm, can I ring you again tomorrow, when he's gone for his run. I sleep much better after being silly with you for a while? I'll email any 'official' questions. OK?” “Naughty Miss! Ring whenever you wish, the only thing you'll interrupt will be my very naughty day-dreams. Sleep tight Sweetheart kiss, kiss, kiss. “Night, night Granddad love you kiss, kiss, kiss.” The line went dead. ### ### ### Happy daze! I wandered into the kitchen to make a nice cup of refreshing tea. The kettle had just boiled when the 'phone rang. “Anja! Is everything OK?” I asked more than slightly alarmed. “Hi Granddad, yes, sorry to frighten you. Alls great. Just remembered another question I should have asked first, really.” Huh Ohhh, here it comes, I thought. “Ask away Sweetheart.” “You said you always go to the clinic, just to be sure?” “Yes?” “Should I go? Y'know, just to be sure?” “Do you think there's good reason to check?” “No, shouldn't be a problem at all but at least I'll know and more importantly, you'll know and maybe your friends might need to know? I hate condoms! I wouldn't mind, really I wouldn't. Do I go to the hospital or is there a special clinic somewhere?” I told her she was very sweet to think about it and gave the details of the clinic I always used. “Thanks, Granddad, love you kiss, kiss, kiss.” The line went dead before I could answer. Well! ### ### ### There was no email the following morning, which was a pity. At 9:30 my 'phone rang – the opticians. “Hello Mr. Smith, this is Anja, at the opticians.” “Hello Anja, have you got some good news for me?” “I have Mr. Smith, I'm ringing to let you know your spectacles will be ready for you on Thursday, tomorrow. You'll be able to make the final plans for your holiday now! That's good isn't it?” “It's wonderful news, Anja, thank you. How are your holiday plans going, I think you said you were planning to go away, didn't you?” “I did, yes! How good of you to remember. I'm going with a friend. We're sorting out details as we speak. My bag's packed and unpacked a few times as I re-think what I might need to take. I've got to sort something out at lunchtime then I'm pretty much ready, soon as he says the word! How about you?” “Pretty much the same as you except I know what I need to take, done it loads of times. I'm not sure what my friend will bring, you know what girls are! I want to sort out some audio files for the drive, it's a long one but need to check her preferences. Then I've got to sort out a picnic hamper so we can stop when we want and eat. Apart from that I can go as soon as she's free. She's working you see.” “Oh! Poor girl, must be horrid not knowing when she'll actually get away. I'm lucky, Friday's my day off. I stood in for a colleague last Saturday so he's standing in for me this Saturday and as I worked on Sunday I'm off this Sunday – Lucky me! I've got two weeks holiday starting Monday plus three days beforehand! I can leave whenever my friend is ready. I'm just awaiting his call.” “Hey! That'll be great! I hope you and your friend have a wonderful time. I'll be in first thing tomorrow, OK?” “That'll be perfect Mr. Smith and I hope you and your friend have a fantastic time too. See you tomorrow then, byeeee.” The line went dead. ### ### ### They opticians knew she was going away, with a friend? A he? She's all packed and ready to go? I gave a little skip, just in case it wasn't a wind-up and headed for my computer. Time to plan a route or two. She rang just before 2pm. ### ### ### “Hi, Granddad!” “Hi, Sweetheart, everything OK?” “Should be, I've just left the clinic. They asked why I thought I had a problem. Told them I didn't think I had, just wanted to be sure coz my boyfriend dumped me and I wanted to check he hadn't left me with something nasty that I'd pass onto my new fellah. Was very tempted to say he was a septuagenarian.” she giggled. “They will txt me the result later today or tomorrow, OK?” “You're wicked, you are! Yes, that's fine. Thank you for taking the trouble. I'm sure everything will be just fine.” “No problem! Don't want to be running out of jonnies, do we? You've only got two gross!” she giggled. “and half a litre of lube!” “Two gross plus fifty from last year,” I pointed out, “Any way when do you think you'll be ready to leave?” “Any time after 5:30 tomorrow evening! I'll be packed by the end of tonight, ready when you are.” “But you'll have been working all day! You'll be exhausted.” “Unless you're a really terrible driver I'll be able to sleep if I need to, anyway I'll be too excited to sleep Thursday night so I'll be knackered Friday anyway. Listen, I've been thinking about music etc. I've got loads of stuff on my phone and iPad, if your radio does blue-tooth or has a usb, we can have yours and mine. Bound to be something we like between them, OK?” “OK, I'll look for options on routes and times this afternoon. Good idea with the audio. What about your husband?” “Husband is sorted, I told you. All you have to do is turn up to collect me, OK?” “OK, I'll sort out some food to take with us.” “I can do that, you're doing enough. What do you eat? Opps! Just noticed the time, shall ring you when I leave work! Gotta go or they'll ask where I went lunchtime. Can't tell em I went to the VD clinic so I don't give you anything nasty, can I? Love ya! Byeeee.” And she was gone! ### ### ### I went back to the computer and explored all the options including places to stay overnight if needed. It was a fun task even if I still thought it was a wind-up. Hey! A guy can day-dream a little can't he? ### ### ### “Hi, Granddad, just finished work. Thinking about food. Would it be possible for you to meet me at the supermarket? Then we can sort out everything this evening, if we're leaving tomorrow night?” “Good idea! Twenty minutes?” “I'll be waiting!” “A little yellow car, OK?” “A tiny little yellow car? Like my tiny little yellow bikini?” she giggled. “Nearly, see you in a minute, byeee.” My turn to hang up! ### ### ### I used the run-a-bout as the wheels were loaded to go and I didn't really fancy getting it out of the garage, just to impress. ### ### ### “Hi Granddad!” she called across the foyer. “Hello Sweetheart!” I called back, walking towards her. She put her arms round my neck and gave me a big, soppy kiss right on the lips! I put my arms around her and kissed her straight back. Well, that was worth the drive anyway! “Where first?” she asked grabbing a trolley. “Bloody supermarket trolleys!” she exclaimed trying to push it back then getting another. “Why do the wheels never all want to go the same way?” “Water.” I said, “You got a licence for that thing?” We spent the next half hour very pleasantly, wandering up and down the aisles debating if we liked it or really needed it. I suggested we had enough to feed an army and she said she needed to keep my strength up. We had about twice as much as I'd usually take but then there were twice as many of us, so probably about right. Anja insisted on paying but suggested I should take the stuff home so I could pack the car as I wanted. “And my husband won't ask why I've got so much food!” she added mischievously. We had a quick cup of coffee and I outlined the options. She was quite keen on the ferry, with a four hour crossing. “We could get to know each other in a cabin!” she said delightedly. Unfortunately I had to tell her there were no cabins left and we'd have to use sleeper seats if any were still available. We opted for the train. “That's going to be a bit of a squeeze!” she said on seeing my little Smart Car. I told her we could put stuff on her lap! She helped me load the shopping in, and scooted off, promising to ring when her husband went for his run. It had been fun! I must admit I walked a little taller as we went up and down the aisles being accompanied by such a beautiful girl. Granddad or no, I would have happily tried. Wind-up? I really didn't care if it was. It HAD been great fun. ### ### ### “Hi Granddad! Everything OK?” “Hi, sweetheart, yes everything's fine. You husband usually go out at about this time?” “No. He usually goes out about eight but he's later today coz I was late home from work, he he he. On a Fridays he goes to the gym. He's at the gym by 7:30.” “So I could pick you up at 7:30? or do you want to watch him suffer as I drive you away?” I asked with a big smile in my voice. “Make it 7:35! I'll tell him you are due at 7, then he'll think he was right! I'll leave him a note, OK?” “You, young lady, are a wicked little vixen! That's perfect! By the time I've loaded your stuff we should be on the road by 7:50, might make an earlier train if the traffic is kind. I'll leave you to finish your preparations. See you tomorrow morning. Byeee, Sweetheart kiss, kiss, kiss. Byeee, Granddad, love you. Kiss kiss kiss. ### ### ### The spectacles were perfect, as you would expect. Anja did the scientific bit and slipped me a note as she finished. As a final touch she re-checked the fit behind my ears. Bending a little closer than was really necessary she whispered... “I'm having a lot of difficulty resisting the urge to hug you, y'know?” I turned to face her, very nearly brushing my lips against hers. “See you 7:35,” I whispered. “They seem perfect, Mr. Smith,” she said in her normal voice. Do they feel comfortable?” I moved them around, as you do, then... “Thank you Anja, just right!” “Have a wonderful holiday, Mr. Smith and if you are driving overnight, like you said, you'd better get some sleep during the day!” “Thank you Anja, that's just what I plan to do. I hope you enjoy your holiday as much as I hope to enjoy mine. Bye, for now!” I opened her note once outside the shop: All the details for the API and … I won't ring until I've finished for the day. Sleep well xxx ### ### ### I stepped out of the lift on the fourth floor at 7:34. Her door was second on the left, a spy hole in the woodwork. I stayed to one side. The moment of truth! A wind-up or a very enjoyable holiday? My phone pinged, 7:35! I raised my hand to tap on the wooden door when it swung open. “Hi Granddad! You're very punctual.” she smiled. It was a proper smile. A 'pleased to see you smile'. Did I detect a hint of relief? Or was it wishful thinking on my part? “I try to be punctual,” I replied, “WOW! You look incredible!” I didn't say I'd been sitting outside for ten minutes, counting the seconds. “You like?” She was wearing a very simple looking dress. What do men know about frocks? It was loose 'ish at the top with room for her beautiful breasts, low 'ish cut showing enough cleavage to show they were real, tighter across the tummy and then it flared out loosely at the skirt which stopped, about mid-thigh? Maybe a tad higher? Whatever, she looked perfect. “Like? Try love! Twirl?” I requested hopefully. She stepped back, raised her arms, lifting her hem enticingly, and did a funny little stepping like motion. As she turned she flicked her hips and the skirt flew out like the chairs on old fairground merry-go-rounds. Smooth! The little minx. I grinned ear to ear. “Does your husband know you're not wearing any undies.” I asked quietly, not wanting the neighbours to hear accidentally. She put her finger to her lips and caste her eyes down. “Sorry Granddad, I've been a naughty girl...” Uh oooooh! Here it comes! Never mind, fun while it lasted and a very pretty, smooth pussy! “I've been teasing you...” I forced a grin, only to be expected, really! Silly old fool! I told myself. I stood my ground and forced a smile, waiting for the coup-de-grace. “I haven't got a husband... just me... Can I still come?” she grinned a very, very wicked grin! My forced smile became a very happy, happy smile. “You! You!...” I started, “deserve a smacked bottom for that!” I laughed with joy! “Promises, promises,” she said gleefully, Stepping forward she threw her arms around me and kissed me deep and tenderly. “What's that for?” I spluttered when she finally let me go. “For coming.” she explained happily. “But I haven't,” I replied wickedly. “You will! Trust me, you will!” Should there be any more?