I’m a rather wealthy man that would have given my only son everything I had to keep him and his young family near me, but ten years ago they moved because my son got a job that was much better than the one he had here. So, my son, his wife and their daughter Amy moved two states away. This left me, a widower of 25 years, alone.
I went to visit my son and his family often as I am retired and have the means to travel anytime that I want. Even so I missed having my son and especially young Amy out on my farm. Before the move we would have lots of fun together.
When her 18th birthday was approaching I talked my son into letting me buy Amy a new car. I made one condition to her getting it though. She would have to come and spend at least a week with me to get it, and if she agreed I’d buy her any car that she wanted.
She wanted a black Jaguar and decided a visit to grandpa was well worth the car. Her birthday was in June so I went to pick her up at the airport in her new car four days after her birthday.
When she got off the plane my innocent little granddaughter had changed she’d become a woman.
“Grandpa!” Amy said as she gave me a big hug.
“Hey there Amy, it’s good to see you. How was your flight?” I asked.
“Boring. So other than me getting my car what are we gonna do while I’m out here?” Amy asked.
“Anything you want.” I said, smiling at how beautiful she had become.
“Anything I want?” Amy asked.
“Anything.” I said.
“Promise?” She asked.
“Promise.” I said.
“Good, because I know you never break a promise so this is going to be fun.” Amy said.
“So shall we go take your new car for a spin?” I asked.
“Absolutely.” Amy said.
I gave her the keys and she drove out to my place, I was surprised that she remembered where it was, she hadn’t been there in ten years. I also couldn’t help thinking about her comment about me not breaking promises and how this was going to be fun. What exactly did she have in mind?
We spent the afternoon doing the things that we used to do together; riding my horses, riding my four wheelers through the woods, skipping rocks on my lake and reminiscing about all those good times.
After dinner we sat down in my living room to talk more about old times.
“Of all the things we used to do around here grandpa, do you know what my favorite memories are of?” Amy asked.
“I have no idea, it could be almost anything.” I said.
“Bath-time.” Amy said.
“Bath-time?” I asked.
“Yeah, don’t you remember how you used to give me a bath every night before bed?” Amy asked.
“Yes, I remember, but why are those your favorite memories?” I asked.
“Mom and dad would just hose me off and send me to bed, you made bath-time fun. In fact I’m pretty dirty now, give me a bath like you used to grandpa.” Amy said.
“That’s a good one Amy.” I said with a laugh.
“I’m serious, you promised we’d do anything I want, and I want you to give me a bath like you used to.” Amy said.
“I didn’t make that promise expecting this.” I said.
“Tough, a promise is a promise right?” Amy said.
“Yes it is and never in my life have I backed out of a promise and I won’t start now, let’s go upstairs to the bathroom.” I said.
Amy giggled and excitedly hopped her way up to the bathroom where I’d given her so many baths as a child. She seemed more like that child now than a young woman of 18. I turned on the water and began to fill the tub.
“We don’t have any bubble bath, I hope you don’t mind.” I said.
“Not a bit. Well?” Amy said.
“Well what?” I asked.
“Aren’t you going to undress me?” She asked.
“Oh right, I haven’t done this in ten years or so.” I said.
I walked over to Amy who was holding her arms over her head like a child would when someone is pulling off their T-shirt. I slowly pulled her shirt up her belly and the up and over her chest revealing a lacy white bra constraining her young firm breasts. Those weren’t there the last time I’d undressed her. I then went behind her looking to unclasp the garment that held back her breasts, but I couldn’t find the clasp.
“Oh, sorry, you never needed one of these before and the last one of these I took off was your grandma’s and she’s been gone 25 years now.” I said.
I placed my hands on either side of the catch my little fingers pressing against the smooth inner curves of her breasts. I unclasped the garment and slowly pulled the two halves away revealing to me for the first time the whole of Amy’s breasts including her small pink pointed nipples with quarter sized aureoles around them. I pulled the garment the rest of the way off and tossed it in a pile with her shirt. I then reached to unbutton her jeans.
“No grandpa that’s not how you used to do it, you used to set me up on the counter I’d hold out my feet and you’d take off my shoes and socks, then I’d raise up my butt so you could pull my pants and panties off, remember?” Amy said.
“Oh yes, now I remember.” I said.
I raised my hands up from her waist going along her sides until I reached her armpits. I am still very strong so I hoisted her 120 lbs. onto the counter with ease. She half reclined on her elbows and held out one foot and then the other to me so I could remove her shoes and socks. I then reached up and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and as she is a teenaged girl she wears very tight jeans so I had to work at it to peel them off of her hips and down her legs. When I was done all she wore were two things, the lacy white panties to match her bra and a big smile. I couldn’t help but notice how damp the crotch of her panties was. She raised herself up once again and I diligently hooked my index fingers in the waistband of her panties and began pulling them towards me.
I almost passed out when the first of her pubic hair and then after the moist panties had let go of it her young wet pussy were pointed straight at me and were actually thrust up in my direction so I could pull the panties down. I pulled the panties down past her knees, then down to her ankles, and finally over her feet and off. I shifted them in my hand before tossing them in the pile so that the moist crotch was between my thumb and first two fingers. After tossing them into the pile I raised my hand to my nose to take in the aroma of a wet woman’s pussy for the first time since my wife died.
Amy then held her arms out towards me. Remembering that I used to carry her from the counter to the tub I approached her from the side. I put my left arm under the backs of her upper thighs and my right arm so my hand came just through her armpit and my fingers were only inches from her nipple. She in turn wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tight like she always used to but this time her two 34 C breasts and erect nipples were pressed firmly against my chest.
I took my time getting her to the tub and then gently placed her into the warm water. She grabbed the hand shower and the shampoo.
“Wash my hair grandpa, it’s really dirty.” Amy said.
“Face the wall.” I said.
She turned so her back was facing me. My tub surround is a mirror so I could see her smile get bigger as I took the hand shower and wetted her very long blonde hair. I then filled both of my hands with the shampoo and began to gently massage it into Amy’s hair. I had gotten so much shampoo in her hair that foamy streams of suds were cascading down her body and were even reaching her crotch and her ass crack. I had a great view of everything, thanks to the mirrors.
After twenty minutes of lathering her long locks I took the hand shower and rinsed the shampoo from her golden hair. I then reached for the bar of soap but she stopped me.
“Grandpa, you didn’t wash all of my hair yet.” Amy said.
“Yes I did, I got all of it.” I said.
“No you didn’t. You forgot the hair down here.” She said as she placed her hand on her pubic hair. “This hair is dirty too.”