I love my Grandpa!

Around when I was fourteen, I would go to my grandparents' house every weekend. In my eyes it was the best place in the entire world, especially because it was where I would let grandpa play with me. I didn't know much about our game other than it felt special and secret.

On this trip I immediately put on my Hello Kitty pajamas after I arrived at my grandparent's house— I felt so rebellious for wearing them during the daytime when my mom would always say no at our house. I was excited to see grandpa, so once I was changed, I went to go find him in his room. It was a more secluded area for him to work on the little things he would make. The room was dim except for the soft glow of the TV, it feel separate from the rest of the house, more closed off and secretive.

"Grandpa!" I squealed when I felt big hands scoop me up as soon as I walked into the room. I giggled when I heard the familiar groan of my grandpa pretending to struggle to hold me up in his arms. "You're so big now, sweetheart." He tsked but still went to sit down and put me in his lap like always. Despite older, I still liked when my Grandpa would put me on his lap. His hand settled on my bare thigh, just above the knee, and stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. He let out a soft hum, almost to himself, before he finally brushed my hair behind my ear and let his fingers trail slowly down the side of my neck.

I was always so comfortable in my grandpa's lap so I shifted a bit to settle down right then looked up at him curiously. "Are we going to watch something? " I was only asking because that's how our time together usually starts, and just like I predicted, my grandpa nodded and reached for the remote. I was more than happy to sit on his lap and watch the animated movie play onto screen and soon I started feeling the familiar touch of my grandpa's hands hiking up high on my thighs. He rubbed my thighs for a few minutes and slowly crept under my Hello Kitty shorts to soothingly rub his thumb over my soft skin there. My eyes stayed on the screen, but my breathing slowed. I didn't say anything. I just let my head fall back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his palm spread across my skin.

I kept my eyes fixed on the screen, watching the colors blur across the screen, but I wasn't really seeing the movie anymore. I felt his fingers hook under the elastic of my white panties, tugging them aside with a slowness that made my stomach tighten. The cool air hit my skin for just a second before his hand slipped fully inside His palm cupped me completely, his middle finger finding the warm, slick heat between my thighs with an unhurried certainty.

I bit my lip and didn't move. My hands stayed folded in my lap, but my toes curled against the carpet. He let out a quiet, approving hum against the back of my hair, and his finger began to trace slow, lazy circles through my wetness.

"What's happening in the show, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice soft, conversational.

I swallowed hard and forced my voice steady. "Batman...batman just beated up those guys."

"Good girl," he murmured, and his finger pressed deeper, sliding inside me while his thumb found my clit and pressed down in a firm circle.

I let out a small, shaky breath when his finger pushed deeper. My body knew what to do even if my mind was spinning—I pressed back against his hand without thinking, a tiny roll of my hips that made him chuckle softly against my ear.

"That's it, sweetheart," he whispered. "You know exactly what to do."

I kept my eyes on the screen, but the colors were just smears now. His finger moved slowly in and out, curling just slightly, exploring, while his thumb kept that steady pressure on my clit. My legs parted a little wider on their own, and I felt his other hand come up to rest on my stomach, holding me in place against him.

I could feel something hardening beneath me, pressing against my lower back. He didn't rush. He pumped his finger in and out of my wetness at a lazy rhythm, like he had all the time in the world.

"You're so wet tonight," His finger withdrew slowly, then pushed back in with two. I gasped—a short, sharp sound—and my hand flew down to grab his wrist. Not to push him away. Just to hold on.

He paused. His lips brushed against my ear. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head slowly, my face hot, my breath uneven. I kept my grip on his wrist but didn't pull.

I felt my whole body tighten, my thighs pressing together around his hand as the heat built low in my belly. My breathing turned shallow and quick, and I gripped his wrist harder. "Grandpa—" I whimpered.

His fingers curled inside me, pressing right there, and I shattered against his hand — a shaky, silent orgasm that rolled through me in waves. I pressed my face into his shoulder and trembled, my body twitching and clenching around his fingers while he held me steady.

"Shhh, there you go, sweetheart," he murmured against my hair, his voice low and warm. His fingers slowed, then stilled, but stayed inside me for a long, quiet moment while I caught my breath.

He pulled his hand out slowly, deliberately and I felt the cool air rush in. His thumb brushed through the mess he'd made before he tugged my panties back into place, pressing the wet fabric against me for just a second and letting his fingers linger there, feeling the damp warmth.

"What a good girl," he said softly. Then he gave my thigh a gentle pat. "Run along now. Go help your grandma in the kitchen."

(This is my first time writing anything but rp privately so I was kinda nervous to post it! >.< I hope you like it and feel free to ask my anything cuz I lovee finding people that are into the same thing I'm into. Also i 100% think that this is where my love for Batman and older men started :p)