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    My Granddaughter's Summer Job, A story of enlightenment

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    My Granddaughter’s Summer Job

    2014 was a hard year for me and I have still not recovered from it. My name is Bill and I am a 62 year old retired mail carrier. I am originally from the Mid-Western US, but I now live on the Gulf Coast of Florida. I moved here in February of 2015 six months after my wife passed away. My daughter and her husband insisted that they wanted me closer to them, and I reluctantly agreed. I found a nice place that is about 4 blocks from the beach and within the same city as my daughter and her family. Her family consists of her and her husband Dan, and my two grandsons Jason who is 14 and Mark who is 12. My granddaughter, Brigit is 19 and is a student at Florida State University in Tallahassee. Brigit has always been the apple of my eye, because she is the spitting image of her grandmother, and has her fire for life. Brigit is a beautiful girl who has shimmering blonde hair and a swimmers body. Brigit was our first grandchild and we each had a special relationship with her, but she was my princess and I doted on her when she was a child. Even though she is only a couple of hours away she has only been home during her Easter break. I became friends with several of the local retired postal workers in the area and we meet weekly for lunch and drinks at a nice little bar and grill not far from my bungalow. They told me that in August they all make a trip together to Orlando for the state postal workers convention and have a week of trading stories and just having fun. It was the end of June and I told my daughter that I was making plans to attend this year’s event with them. She said that she had talked to Brigit and that she was going to be working at Disney World for the summer so maybe we could spend some time together. I was excited because I really missed seeing Brigit, and she always brightened my day just with her beautiful smile. Her grandmother was so proud of her for choosing to follow in her footsteps and become a teacher. The time came for my trip to Orlando, and I confirmed two dates with Brigit to spend some time with her. She said that it was all she could fit in with her work schedule. I would get there on a Saturday, and we would spend Sunday together, and we would have lunch on Wednesday as well. I know that she was looking forward to seeing me and I sure was looking forward to seeing my princess. I called her on Saturday when she got off work and told her that I would pick her up at her apartment at 9:00 AM on Sunday, and we would do whatever she wanted for the day. I arrived to pick her up as scheduled and rang her door bell, and another girl answered the door and told me that Brigit was getting ready. When she came out of her bedroom she ran right to me and threw her arms around me and we hugged for a minute. She was so beautiful, and the way she had her hair done was just like her grandmother used to wear hers. It was down and she had curled it to look like the 1950s style that her grandmother loved. She had on red lipstick, her makeup was perfect, and her dress was flowing and summery. I had to catch my breath because it was like seeing a younger version of my wife. She introduced me to the girl that answered the door as Krystal, her roommate and that she was also a student at FSU. I asked Krystal if she would like to join us, but she had to get ready for work, so we headed out the door. Brigit said that she wanted to spend the day doing some shopping and have lunch and maybe see a matinee at the theater, followed by dinner. We spent a wonderful day together and Several times I caught myself calling her by her grandmother’s name. She laughed about it, and told me that she knew that I missed her so much and that she was glad that she could in some manner bring her back to me. As we were winding up our day I hugged Brigit and thanked her for making an old man happy again, and she hugged me and kissed my cheek and said that she was always happy to see me smile. I spent the day Monday and Tuesday doing things with my friends, and Brigit called me a couple of times each day to say hello, and to tell me that she loved me. Our lunch date on Wednesday was wonderful and she looked stunning. I picked her up at 11:30 AM, and again her hair was 1950s style, and she was dressed in a short fluffy blue skirt and a dressy white blouse, and pump heels. I was amazed how much she continued to grow and look like my wife. When I saw her I actually began to tear up and she rushed to me and hugged me, kissed my cheek and let me regain my composure. She told me that she remembered seeing pictures of grandma dressed like this and wanted to surprise me. I told her that one day a nice young man was going to be very lucky to have her as his wife. She giggled and said that she hoped to find someone as handsome and good as her grandmother had found. We had a great lunch at a seafood place that she knew and she filled me in on school and things that she wanted out of life. As I hugged her when I dropped her off I called her by her grandmother’s name again and she began to cry. She said that she was honored for me to make that mistake, and she wished that she could make that hurt in me go away. I told her that this was a part of life that we must all face one day, and that the love that her grandmother and I shared was a once in a lifetime love, and I prayed that one day she would find that kind of love. She gently kissed my cheek and said that she loved me, and that she would always remember that she was my princess.

    I am not sure why, but that night I was feeling lonely and even at my age a bit on the horny side. My friends and I had gone to the hotel bar at around 7:00 PM and to have a few drinks. One of my friends was a widower like me and said that he had to go because he had a date coming to see him. I asked him who he knew here that he could get a date with, and he leaned over and told me that when he comes to the convention he splurges and gets himself a call girl for the night. He said that it is the best time he has all year. I laughed and said that I could never do that, because I would feel like I was cheating. He told me that he had felt the same way at first, but then he realized that his wife would want him to be happy and fulfilled. After he had left I began to think about it and realized that he was right. I went to my room and grabbed the phone book and amazingly escort services are listed. I picked the one that had a photograph in the ad, I guess because I figured that if they would pay extra for a photo then they were the best. I nervously called the number and a female voice answered. I told her that my name was Bill and I was looking for an escort for the night, and after the usual questions concerning payment she asked what my preferences were. Being completely unaware of what I was doing, I told her that I was a novice at this and asked her to help me through this part. She laughed and said that she would be happy to assist me, she said to start with what color eyes and hair I wanted, and I told her blonde hair and blue eyes, then she asked me what body type I was interested in and I described what would be athletic. Then she asked what age I was looking for I told her that it did not matter, and she then told me that older gentlemen like girls in their 20s and I said that would be fine. Without even realizing it I had described a women that physically looked like my wife. She asked where I would like my date to meet me and I told her the name of my hotel and my room number. She said that she would set up the date and call me back to let me know when to expect my date. About 10 minutes later my room phone rang and it was the girl from the service calling me back. She told me that Tanya would be my date for the night and that she would be there in one hour, and she also reminded me that anything that happened between consenting adults was up to the two individuals and that tipping was allowed. The final question she asked was one that I guess is standard and it was whether or not I was associated with any law enforcement agency. I told her no, and she thanked me for using their service and to enjoy my night. I was nervous to say the least and decided that I had time to shower and change clothes. I had finished getting dressed and had ordered a bottle of champagne from the bar and it was delivered. I had just turned the TV on to the soft jazz music channel when there was a knock at my door and my heart just about jumped out of my chest. I nervously went to the door and opened it and as I did you could have blown me over with a wisp of air, because there in front of me stood my princess and she was dressed sexier that I could think a 19 year old should look. We both looked at each other and she started to run, but I caught her before she could get a full step. As I pulled her into my room she was in tears and was begging me to just let her go. I let go of her arm and she just fell to the floor sobbing. I was still in a state of shock, but I knew that I needed to comfort her in some way. I gently picked her up off the floor and sat her in one of the chairs in my room, and stepped back to try and get a handle on the situation. As I sat down on the bed she continued to cry, and was telling between sobs that she was sorry, and that she hoped that I could forgive her for disappointing me. I asked her why, and she told me that her job at Disney World fell through and that she needed to make money somehow and that her roommate had talked her into coming to work for the agency that she worked for. I told her that I could understand the need for money, but she could have just left Orlando and come home. She said that she wanted to make it on her own and not depend on her mom and dad like most college kids do. I got up off the bed and walked over to her and stood her up and took her in my arms and told her that no matter what that I loved her and that would never change. When I said that she began to sob again and threw her arms around me and wept for a good 10 minutes. I let her go and we sat on the bed together and she looked me in the eyes and told me that she had only been doing it for 3 weeks and had only had six dates. I was sitting there just trying to take all this in and make some kind of since out of all this when she looked at me and asked me why I had called for an escort. I began to cry a little, and I told her that seeing her look so much like her grandmother and how much I missed her that I felt lonely and needed some companionship for the night. She looked at me with sad teary eyes and took me in her arms and told me that she loved me more than anything and that she missed her too. Brigit took my face in her hands and stared straight into my eyes and leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. As she broke the kiss she looked into my eyes again and she told me that tonight we are going to comfort each other, and that tonight she is going to satisfy me the way only a woman that loves you can. She leaned in again and kissed me, but this time I felt her young eager mouth open and her tongue licking my lips. My mouth instinctively opened and our tongues met and we kissed with a passion that I had not known since my wife got sick over a year ago. I broke the embrace and told her that this was wrong and that it could not happen and she just put her finger to my mouth and said that true love knows no bounds and that she needed this as much as I did. She sat up on the bed and told me that since her grandma died she felt so empty, and like something was just not right. She said that when I had called her and told her that I was coming to Orlando that she wanted to transport me back and be her grandma while I was here. She wanted to do this so we could each have our time with her again, she told me that she has always felt that her grandma is with her even when they were apart. She also told me that Saturday night after we talked that she had a dream about her grandma and that in that dream she told Brigit that she had to be there for her grandpa and be a comfort for him. My mind was spinning and I felt so conflicted about where this was going, and I knew what was happening was morally wrong, but I also knew that Brigit needed this to. I had never realized how much her grandma’s death had affected her.

    Brigit stood up and reached behind her and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was standing before me wearing thigh high black stockings, tiny g string panties, and 4 inch stiletto heels. Her breasts were magnificent and I would guess 38C with small areolas and tight erect nipples. I tried to look away, but she caught my chin in her hand and pulled my head back to face her. She looked into my eyes and said I love you Bill with all my heart and soul. I threw my arms around her waist and pulled her to me and buried my face her cleavage and told her that I loved her with everything in me. She stood me up and began unbuttoning my shirt with shaking hands and I took her hands in mine and kissed them. She stepped back and I continued to undress. As I slowly pushed my boxers down and was standing before her naked, and with an erection I knew that there was no turning back. She brought her hands to my cock and wrapped them around it, and began to stroke. I groaned and she put one hand on my shoulder to steady me but never let go of my cock. She fell to her knees and took me into her wonderful mouth and began to move me in and out of her mouth and I was in ecstasy. She knew what she was doing and she knew when I was getting close, because she pulled off and stood up. I looked at not only the woman that I knew as my granddaughter, but also the woman who looked so much like my wife that it was scary. She reached down and started to take her panties off, but I took her hands in mine and placed them at her sides. I turned her to where her back was to the bed and gently laid her down on the bed. I took her long muscular legs in my hands and spread them apart, and began to kiss them from her feet to her thighs and then did the same with the other. I made sure not to touch her pussy at all and by the time I was done doing this she was moaning and thrusting her hips trying her best to get my mouth to make contact with the crotch of her panties. I took her panties in my fingers and with shaking hands slowly slid them down and off. As I looked up I was greeted with a sight that took my breath away. Her pussy was stunning, it was a bright pink and was very wet with her juices, her inner lips were visible, and on her right outer lip there was a tiny mole that was in the exact same spot that her grandma had one. My heart poured out my love, I leaned down and began to lick and explore her pussy and clit. She was moaning and thrashing as my tongue made its trail, and she was grabbing my head in her hands and calling my name. She began to tremble and was clawing at the bed as she was cumming. As she was coming down from her orgasm I crawled up the bed and was lying next to her. I rolled on top of her and looked into her beautiful eyes, and took my cock in my hand and rubbed it along her slit and began to push into her. She moaned and said “I love you grandpa” as I pushed in as far as I could go. Her sweet pussy was milking me and I knew that I would not last long. I began to piston my cock in and out of her with hard, deep strokes and she was clawing my back with her nails. She started to scream my name and I felt her pussy begin to vibrate around my cock and as she was cumming I felt my balls tighten and I groaned that I was cumming too. I tried to pull out, but she wrapped her long legs around me and held me deep within her quivering pussy as I unloaded my cum into her. We were breathing hard and as I rolled off of her and laid down beside her on the bed she cuddled up next to me and pulled the covers up over us. We fell asleep holding each other and that is how we woke up. She leaned over and kissed me and said that she had to call the agency to let them know that everything was ok. She rolled over and used the room phone to call them and as she hung up she laughed and curled up back in my arms and began stroke my cock in her wonderful hand. Naturally, I got hard and she slowly pulled the covers back to reveal my erection. She looked up at me and smiled and leaned her head down and took me in her mouth. It felt that I was going crazy, but I did not want her to stop. She used her tongue, and I could not last any longer and I took her head in my hands and thrust my cock as deep in her mouth as it would go and came hard in her sweet mouth. She drank it all down, but she had missed just a little that dribbled down her cheek and she took her finger and scooped it up and put her finger in her mouth and moaned. She then hopped up and said that she was going to take a shower. She had finished and I told her that it was my turn and that I expected her to be here when I finished. As I stepped back into the room from my shower she was sitting on the bed dressed but drying her hair. I got dressed and told her that we needed to talk about what had happened and how we are going to handle it. I looked at her and told her that I was her last date and that she needed to call the agency and let them know she was quitting. She agreed and said that she was sorry that I had found out the way I did, but she was happy that it happened, because it brought us closer together. I told her that she was going home with me when I leave Orlando and that I would help her financially. She said that she was going back to school in 2 weeks anyway and that she would be ok money wise. I also told her that what had happened last night was wonderful and that it made this old man happy, but that the rest of the world would never understand. She looked into my eyes and told me that she realized that what we did was wrong but that she wanted it and that she wants it to happen again, and that nothing I say will make her change her mind. She said that she was not sure what happened but she felt her grandma with her as we were making love and that she was felt her smile and was happy. I took Brigit in my arms and held her close to me and stroked her hair, and told her that I felt her there as well and that from now on I was her only “date” and we would have plenty of time together. I also told her that she needed to let her life take its course and that I would be the happiest grandpa alive when she told me that she had found a love like her grandma and I had. I looked into her eyes and saw that she was tearing up and I kissed her cheek and felt a tear running down my own cheek.

    Over the next few months our relationship grew closer than I ever thought possible. No one suspected that it was more than what it should be, and we enjoyed each other not only sexually but also in all other ways. She dated and fell in love, but I knew that none of them would ever work out. One day she called me and told me that she was bringing someone home that she wanted me to meet, and that they would be here tomorrow afternoon. My doorbell rang at 2:00 PM and I almost dreaded opening it. As I opened the door I told myself that no matter my feelings I wanted my princess to be happy. She stood there with a huge grin on her face and standing slightly behind her was a handsome young man. She introduce him as Bobby and that they had meet at school and fallen in love. I shook his hand and they came in and sat down. We talked and Brigit seemed so happy and when she looked at Bobby, I saw in her eyes the way that her grandma used to look at me, and I knew then that this was the one for her. As Brigit and Bobby sat there my thoughts drifted back to the days when I was young and in love and I remembered those feelings. Brigit saw that I was not really into the conversation and asked me if I was ok. I told her that I was not feeling well and that they would have to excuse me. Brigit said that they would be leaving and that she would be back to check on me later. I went and laid down, and felt a heaviness fall over me and knew that it was sadness, a sadness at loosing love again. Don’t get me wrong I was happy for my princess, but it hurt me to know that our relationship would be ending, and that the closeness that we felt would wane. I had been laying there for about an hour when my doorbell rang again. I got up and answered the door and was about to tell whoever it was to go away, but I stopped in my tracks when I saw that it was Brigit. She saw that I had been crying and threw her arms around me and told me that it was going to be ok. She came in and we sat and talked. I told her how I was feeling and that I was happy for her and Bobby, but it still hurt to know that our relationship would be changing. She got up and walked over to my chair and got down on her knees and put her head in my lap and softly began to cry. She said that no matter what our relationship would never change and that she loved me more than ever. She said that our time together would still be the same and that nothing would change. I looked at her and said I could not do that to her, and that part of her would now be for Bobby, and she took my face in her hands and said that she was more than enough woman for both Bobby and me and that I should not worry about losing her because that would never happen because she had promised her grandma in her dream before our first time together that she would take care of me. We hugged and cried a little more, and I began to realize that she truly had part of her grandma in her. Brigit and Bobby were married In January of 2016 and she was right nothing has changed. Unbelievably she told Bobby about our special relationship and he understood. He told her that he believed in spiritual ghosts and that she had made a promise to her grandma to take care of me and he expected nothing less than that. When she told me that, I knew that everything would be ok. And to think that all of this began when my darling princess got a summer job.


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    Re: My Granddaughter's Summer Job, A story of enlightenment

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    Disclaimer: This story is fiction, any resemblance to any person or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Please leave a comment with your opinion of the story.

    My Granddaughter’s Summer Job

    2014 was a hard year for me and I have still not recovered from it. My name is Bill and I am a 62 year old retired mail carrier. I am originally from the Mid-Western US, but I now live on the Gulf Coast of Florida. I moved here in February of 2015 six months after my wife passed away. My daughter and her husband insisted that they wanted me closer to them, and I reluctantly agreed. I found a nice place that is about 4 blocks from the beach and within the same city as my daughter and her family. Her family consists of her and her husband Dan, and my two grandsons Jason who is 14 and Mark who is 12. My granddaughter, Brigit is 19 and is a student at Florida State University in Tallahassee. Brigit has always been the apple of my eye, because she is the spitting image of her grandmother, and has her fire for life. Brigit is a beautiful girl who has shimmering blonde hair and a swimmers body. Brigit was our first grandchild and we each had a special relationship with her, but she was my princess and I doted on her when she was a child. Even though she is only a couple of hours away she has only been home during her Easter break. I became friends with several of the local retired postal workers in the area and we meet weekly for lunch and drinks at a nice little bar and grill not far from my bungalow. They told me that in August they all make a trip together to Orlando for the state postal workers convention and have a week of trading stories and just having fun. It was the end of June and I told my daughter that I was making plans to attend this year’s event with them. She said that she had talked to Brigit and that she was going to be working at Disney World for the summer so maybe we could spend some time together. I was excited because I really missed seeing Brigit, and she always brightened my day just with her beautiful smile. Her grandmother was so proud of her for choosing to follow in her footsteps and become a teacher. The time came for my trip to Orlando, and I confirmed two dates with Brigit to spend some time with her. She said that it was all she could fit in with her work schedule. I would get there on a Saturday, and we would spend Sunday together, and we would have lunch on Wednesday as well. I know that she was looking forward to seeing me and I sure was looking forward to seeing my princess. I called her on Saturday when she got off work and told her that I would pick her up at her apartment at 9:00 AM on Sunday, and we would do whatever she wanted for the day. I arrived to pick her up as scheduled and rang her door bell, and another girl answered the door and told me that Brigit was getting ready. When she came out of her bedroom she ran right to me and threw her arms around me and we hugged for a minute. She was so beautiful, and the way she had her hair done was just like her grandmother used to wear hers. It was down and she had curled it to look like the 1950s style that her grandmother loved. She had on red lipstick, her makeup was perfect, and her dress was flowing and summery. I had to catch my breath because it was like seeing a younger version of my wife. She introduced me to the girl that answered the door as Krystal, her roommate and that she was also a student at FSU. I asked Krystal if she would like to join us, but she had to get ready for work, so we headed out the door. Brigit said that she wanted to spend the day doing some shopping and have lunch and maybe see a matinee at the theater, followed by dinner. We spent a wonderful day together and Several times I caught myself calling her by her grandmother’s name. She laughed about it, and told me that she knew that I missed her so much and that she was glad that she could in some manner bring her back to me. As we were winding up our day I hugged Brigit and thanked her for making an old man happy again, and she hugged me and kissed my cheek and said that she was always happy to see me smile. I spent the day Monday and Tuesday doing things with my friends, and Brigit called me a couple of times each day to say hello, and to tell me that she loved me. Our lunch date on Wednesday was wonderful and she looked stunning. I picked her up at 11:30 AM, and again her hair was 1950s style, and she was dressed in a short fluffy blue skirt and a dressy white blouse, and pump heels. I was amazed how much she continued to grow and look like my wife. When I saw her I actually began to tear up and she rushed to me and hugged me, kissed my cheek and let me regain my composure. She told me that she remembered seeing pictures of grandma dressed like this and wanted to surprise me. I told her that one day a nice young man was going to be very lucky to have her as his wife. She giggled and said that she hoped to find someone as handsome and good as her grandmother had found. We had a great lunch at a seafood place that she knew and she filled me in on school and things that she wanted out of life. As I hugged her when I dropped her off I called her by her grandmother’s name again and she began to cry. She said that she was honored for me to make that mistake, and she wished that she could make that hurt in me go away. I told her that this was a part of life that we must all face one day, and that the love that her grandmother and I shared was a once in a lifetime love, and I prayed that one day she would find that kind of love. She gently kissed my cheek and said that she loved me, and that she would always remember that she was my princess.

    I am not sure why, but that night I was feeling lonely and even at my age a bit on the horny side. My friends and I had gone to the hotel bar at around 7:00 PM and to have a few drinks. One of my friends was a widower like me and said that he had to go because he had a date coming to see him. I asked him who he knew here that he could get a date with, and he leaned over and told me that when he comes to the convention he splurges and gets himself a call girl for the night. He said that it is the best time he has all year. I laughed and said that I could never do that, because I would feel like I was cheating. He told me that he had felt the same way at first, but then he realized that his wife would want him to be happy and fulfilled. After he had left I began to think about it and realized that he was right. I went to my room and grabbed the phone book and amazingly escort services are listed. I picked the one that had a photograph in the ad, I guess because I figured that if they would pay extra for a photo then they were the best. I nervously called the number and a female voice answered. I told her that my name was Bill and I was looking for an escort for the night, and after the usual questions concerning payment she asked what my preferences were. Being completely unaware of what I was doing, I told her that I was a novice at this and asked her to help me through this part. She laughed and said that she would be happy to assist me, she said to start with what color eyes and hair I wanted, and I told her blonde hair and blue eyes, then she asked me what body type I was interested in and I described what would be athletic. Then she asked what age I was looking for I told her that it did not matter, and she then told me that older gentlemen like girls in their 20s and I said that would be fine. Without even realizing it I had described a women that physically looked like my wife. She asked where I would like my date to meet me and I told her the name of my hotel and my room number. She said that she would set up the date and call me back to let me know when to expect my date. About 10 minutes later my room phone rang and it was the girl from the service calling me back. She told me that Tanya would be my date for the night and that she would be there in one hour, and she also reminded me that anything that happened between consenting adults was up to the two individuals and that tipping was allowed. The final question she asked was one that I guess is standard and it was whether or not I was associated with any law enforcement agency. I told her no, and she thanked me for using their service and to enjoy my night. I was nervous to say the least and decided that I had time to shower and change clothes. I had finished getting dressed and had ordered a bottle of champagne from the bar and it was delivered. I had just turned the TV on to the soft jazz music channel when there was a knock at my door and my heart just about jumped out of my chest. I nervously went to the door and opened it and as I did you could have blown me over with a wisp of air, because there in front of me stood my princess and she was dressed sexier that I could think a 19 year old should look. We both looked at each other and she started to run, but I caught her before she could get a full step. As I pulled her into my room she was in tears and was begging me to just let her go. I let go of her arm and she just fell to the floor sobbing. I was still in a state of shock, but I knew that I needed to comfort her in some way. I gently picked her up off the floor and sat her in one of the chairs in my room, and stepped back to try and get a handle on the situation. As I sat down on the bed she continued to cry, and was telling between sobs that she was sorry, and that she hoped that I could forgive her for disappointing me. I asked her why, and she told me that her job at Disney World fell through and that she needed to make money somehow and that her roommate had talked her into coming to work for the agency that she worked for. I told her that I could understand the need for money, but she could have just left Orlando and come home. She said that she wanted to make it on her own and not depend on her mom and dad like most college kids do. I got up off the bed and walked over to her and stood her up and took her in my arms and told her that no matter what that I loved her and that would never change. When I said that she began to sob again and threw her arms around me and wept for a good 10 minutes. I let her go and we sat on the bed together and she looked me in the eyes and told me that she had only been doing it for 3 weeks and had only had six dates. I was sitting there just trying to take all this in and make some kind of since out of all this when she looked at me and asked me why I had called for an escort. I began to cry a little, and I told her that seeing her look so much like her grandmother and how much I missed her that I felt lonely and needed some companionship for the night. She looked at me with sad teary eyes and took me in her arms and told me that she loved me more than anything and that she missed her too. Brigit took my face in her hands and stared straight into my eyes and leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. As she broke the kiss she looked into my eyes again and she told me that tonight we are going to comfort each other, and that tonight she is going to satisfy me the way only a woman that loves you can. She leaned in again and kissed me, but this time I felt her young eager mouth open and her tongue licking my lips. My mouth instinctively opened and our tongues met and we kissed with a passion that I had not known since my wife got sick over a year ago. I broke the embrace and told her that this was wrong and that it could not happen and she just put her finger to my mouth and said that true love knows no bounds and that she needed this as much as I did. She sat up on the bed and told me that since her grandma died she felt so empty, and like something was just not right. She said that when I had called her and told her that I was coming to Orlando that she wanted to transport me back and be her grandma while I was here. She wanted to do this so we could each have our time with her again, she told me that she has always felt that her grandma is with her even when they were apart. She also told me that Saturday night after we talked that she had a dream about her grandma and that in that dream she told Brigit that she had to be there for her grandpa and be a comfort for him. My mind was spinning and I felt so conflicted about where this was going, and I knew what was happening was morally wrong, but I also knew that Brigit needed this to. I had never realized how much her grandma’s death had affected her.

    Brigit stood up and reached behind her and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was standing before me wearing thigh high black stockings, tiny g string panties, and 4 inch stiletto heels. Her breasts were magnificent and I would guess 38C with small areolas and tight erect nipples. I tried to look away, but she caught my chin in her hand and pulled my head back to face her. She looked into my eyes and said I love you Bill with all my heart and soul. I threw my arms around her waist and pulled her to me and buried my face her cleavage and told her that I loved her with everything in me. She stood me up and began unbuttoning my shirt with shaking hands and I took her hands in mine and kissed them. She stepped back and I continued to undress. As I slowly pushed my boxers down and was standing before her naked, and with an erection I knew that there was no turning back. She brought her hands to my cock and wrapped them around it, and began to stroke. I groaned and she put one hand on my shoulder to steady me but never let go of my cock. She fell to her knees and took me into her wonderful mouth and began to move me in and out of her mouth and I was in ecstasy. She knew what she was doing and she knew when I was getting close, because she pulled off and stood up. I looked at not only the woman that I knew as my granddaughter, but also the woman who looked so much like my wife that it was scary. She reached down and started to take her panties off, but I took her hands in mine and placed them at her sides. I turned her to where her back was to the bed and gently laid her down on the bed. I took her long muscular legs in my hands and spread them apart, and began to kiss them from her feet to her thighs and then did the same with the other. I made sure not to touch her pussy at all and by the time I was done doing this she was moaning and thrusting her hips trying her best to get my mouth to make contact with the crotch of her panties. I took her panties in my fingers and with shaking hands slowly slid them down and off. As I looked up I was greeted with a sight that took my breath away. Her pussy was stunning, it was a bright pink and was very wet with her juices, her inner lips were visible, and on her right outer lip there was a tiny mole that was in the exact same spot that her grandma had one. My heart poured out my love, I leaned down and began to lick and explore her pussy and clit. She was moaning and thrashing as my tongue made its trail, and she was grabbing my head in her hands and calling my name. She began to tremble and was clawing at the bed as she was cumming. As she was coming down from her orgasm I crawled up the bed and was lying next to her. I rolled on top of her and looked into her beautiful eyes, and took my cock in my hand and rubbed it along her slit and began to push into her. She moaned and said “I love you grandpa” as I pushed in as far as I could go. Her sweet pussy was milking me and I knew that I would not last long. I began to piston my cock in and out of her with hard, deep strokes and she was clawing my back with her nails. She started to scream my name and I felt her pussy begin to vibrate around my cock and as she was cumming I felt my balls tighten and I groaned that I was cumming too. I tried to pull out, but she wrapped her long legs around me and held me deep within her quivering pussy as I unloaded my cum into her. We were breathing hard and as I rolled off of her and laid down beside her on the bed she cuddled up next to me and pulled the covers up over us. We fell asleep holding each other and that is how we woke up. She leaned over and kissed me and said that she had to call the agency to let them know that everything was ok. She rolled over and used the room phone to call them and as she hung up she laughed and curled up back in my arms and began stroke my cock in her wonderful hand. Naturally, I got hard and she slowly pulled the covers back to reveal my erection. She looked up at me and smiled and leaned her head down and took me in her mouth. It felt that I was going crazy, but I did not want her to stop. She used her tongue, and I could not last any longer and I took her head in my hands and thrust my cock as deep in her mouth as it would go and came hard in her sweet mouth. She drank it all down, but she had missed just a little that dribbled down her cheek and she took her finger and scooped it up and put her finger in her mouth and moaned. She then hopped up and said that she was going to take a shower. She had finished and I told her that it was my turn and that I expected her to be here when I finished. As I stepped back into the room from my shower she was sitting on the bed dressed but drying her hair. I got dressed and told her that we needed to talk about what had happened and how we are going to handle it. I looked at her and told her that I was her last date and that she needed to call the agency and let them know she was quitting. She agreed and said that she was sorry that I had found out the way I did, but she was happy that it happened, because it brought us closer together. I told her that she was going home with me when I leave Orlando and that I would help her financially. She said that she was going back to school in 2 weeks anyway and that she would be ok money wise. I also told her that what had happened last night was wonderful and that it made this old man happy, but that the rest of the world would never understand. She looked into my eyes and told me that she realized that what we did was wrong but that she wanted it and that she wants it to happen again, and that nothing I say will make her change her mind. She said that she was not sure what happened but she felt her grandma with her as we were making love and that she was felt her smile and was happy. I took Brigit in my arms and held her close to me and stroked her hair, and told her that I felt her there as well and that from now on I was her only “date” and we would have plenty of time together. I also told her that she needed to let her life take its course and that I would be the happiest grandpa alive when she told me that she had found a love like her grandma and I had. I looked into her eyes and saw that she was tearing up and I kissed her cheek and felt a tear running down my own cheek.

    Over the next few months our relationship grew closer than I ever thought possible. No one suspected that it was more than what it should be, and we enjoyed each other not only sexually but also in all other ways. She dated and fell in love, but I knew that none of them would ever work out. One day she called me and told me that she was bringing someone home that she wanted me to meet, and that they would be here tomorrow afternoon. My doorbell rang at 2:00 PM and I almost dreaded opening it. As I opened the door I told myself that no matter my feelings I wanted my princess to be happy. She stood there with a huge grin on her face and standing slightly behind her was a handsome young man. She introduce him as Bobby and that they had meet at school and fallen in love. I shook his hand and they came in and sat down. We talked and Brigit seemed so happy and when she looked at Bobby, I saw in her eyes the way that her grandma used to look at me, and I knew then that this was the one for her. As Brigit and Bobby sat there my thoughts drifted back to the days when I was young and in love and I remembered those feelings. Brigit saw that I was not really into the conversation and asked me if I was ok. I told her that I was not feeling well and that they would have to excuse me. Brigit said that they would be leaving and that she would be back to check on me later. I went and laid down, and felt a heaviness fall over me and knew that it was sadness, a sadness at loosing love again. Don’t get me wrong I was happy for my princess, but it hurt me to know that our relationship would be ending, and that the closeness that we felt would wane. I had been laying there for about an hour when my doorbell rang again. I got up and answered the door and was about to tell whoever it was to go away, but I stopped in my tracks when I saw that it was Brigit. She saw that I had been crying and threw her arms around me and told me that it was going to be ok. She came in and we sat and talked. I told her how I was feeling and that I was happy for her and Bobby, but it still hurt to know that our relationship would be changing. She got up and walked over to my chair and got down on her knees and put her head in my lap and softly began to cry. She said that no matter what our relationship would never change and that she loved me more than ever. She said that our time together would still be the same and that nothing would change. I looked at her and said I could not do that to her, and that part of her would now be for Bobby, and she took my face in her hands and said that she was more than enough woman for both Bobby and me and that I should not worry about losing her because that would never happen because she had promised her grandma in her dream before our first time together that she would take care of me. We hugged and cried a little more, and I began to realize that she truly had part of her grandma in her. Brigit and Bobby were married In January of 2016 and she was right nothing has changed. Unbelievably she told Bobby about our special relationship and he understood. He told her that he believed in spiritual ghosts and that she had made a promise to her grandma to take care of me and he expected nothing less than that. When she told me that, I knew that everything would be ok. And to think that all of this began when my darling princess got a summer job.


    Please let me know what you think of the story
    I will be 65 in a couple of weeks and this made my whole morning! I have no granddaughter that age and so it pushed no buttons, thank God!
    Thanks for writing and posting the story!

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    Re: My Granddaughter's Summer Job, A story of enlightenment

    Beautiful story!

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