My seven-year old granddaughter, Chelsea kept tugging at my pant leg.
"YES HONEY?" I replied in an impatient tone.
"Can I watch cartoon's?" she begged, not understanding that this was the NFL Football playoff Sunday, and her "grandpa" was looking forward to watching his favorite team win the AFC Title so they could face-off in the Super Bowl, and play his second favorite team for the ultimate win of the season.
"I'm sorry baby, but football is about to start, and..."I began until she smiled after climbing up on my lap for a hug.
Knowing that I couldn't resist her affections, and bright blue eyes she snuggled her face to my chest. Her dazzling little smile was infectious; inspiring a kiss on her cheek that became surprisingly passionate when she kissed me squarely on the lips.
"SEE GRAMPA, I'M A BIG GIRL CAUSE I KNOW HOW TO KISS, RIGHT?" she beamed while her little thighs parted to accept my extended hand and fingertips when an unexpected, and automatic response to 'such a kiss' took its course.
As if I realized that I was committing the 'crime of the century' my hand immediately recoiled then quickly withdrew from her smooth little thighs. But the sensual warmth and nearness of her preteen sex was powerfully alluring, and magnetic. My cock I realized was fully erect, throbbing with arousal, and making a lump in my pants.
Until that moment it never occurred to me that my adorable little granddaughter was a sexual being, and possessed a pussy that offered an old man thrills that had been missing from his life since after his wife died only a year ago.
As if she was disappointed Chelsea grinned a naughty look, reaching for my hand until purposely sliding herself closer with her slender legs fully opened. Then she straddled my thighs as if to offer her forbidden sex for my pleasures, probably realizing my interest in her sexually, but not without an agenda I realized when she suddenly asked again to watch cartoons.
After handing the little imp the remote she smiled with delight, flipping through the channels until her favorite cartoon flashed on the screen. Meanwhile the heat from between her young, creamy thighs was addictive, sending messages of arousal to my brain while I smoothed my fingertips over her sensuous skin.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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