Grandma?

You look up at the woman who just addressed Jenn. On the wet tiles of the poolside stands a lady in what you approximate to be her early forties, or possibly late thirties. She has the same rich red hair as Jenn, but shorter, just covering her ears and framing the finely chiseled features of her pale face. Her green eyes twinkle and her red lips are parted into a flashing white smile. She wears a smart suit, complete with a jacket and a tight skirt, stretched of her round hips. Underneath the jacket, a white blouse, visibly struggling to confine what you suspect to be a very ample bosom. Below the hem of the skirt, long, alabaster white legs go all the way down to her dark red high-heeled shoes. All in all, she is a vision of classy beauty, business-like, ravishingly beautiful and incredibly feminine at the same time.

Jenn gives a delighted shriek and quickly scampers over the pool’s edge, gets to her feet and gives the lady a very wet hug.

“Grammy!” she yells.

What the hell?

“Oh you dear child,” the woman laughs and pats Jenns wet back. “Delighted to see you Jennifer, of course, but you know, you are making me pretty wet here.”

“Oh I’m sorry Grammy,” Jenn smiles and takes a step back. Her body has left the other woman quite soaked over her front. In fact, you can now clearly see the wet fabric of her blouse clinging to the fullness of her boobs. Its not the clearest of views of course, but at least it proves your suspicion right, the woman has some grade A knockers.

“Oh just look at me, Jennifer, I am absolutely soaked.” She sighs and shakes her head. “You need to control your emotions, that’s what I’ve always told you. You and your mother, you’re two of a kind, always losing you head and rushing away like that.”

“Well, don’t enter a swimming pool dressed like that if you’re afraid of water,” Jenn giggles. “Why the hell are you wearing that in here anyway? It’s gotta be quite warm.”

“It is,” she says and wipes some invisible beads of sweat from her forehead. Actually, you think, the mere idea that this fine statue would be able to sweat at all sounds terribly wrong to your ears. “Anyway, I’m on my way to a meeting with the school board, it’s just upstairs from here, in the conference area, and I thought I heard your voice, so I thought I’d check in.” Her eyes drift towards you, still hanging on to the edge of the pool. “So, who’s your friend?” she asks curiously and smiles pleasantly at you.

“Oh, sorry,” Jenn says, “where are my manners. This is Scott, a friend of mine from… um… well, a friend of mine. Scott, this is my Grammy. She’s advisor to the schools board of directors, or something like that.”

“Well, almost,” her Grammy says. “Not just this school, but several in the state actually. Anyway, I’m Petra.”

She kneels down in front of you and extends her hand. As you take it, you can’t help but gawking. Her kneeling has hitched her skirt up a fair bit, and from your frog eyed view, you can see clearly up under it. Petra is wearing thin, almost transparent panties, barely covering her pussy. The fabric is tightly pressed against the softness of her womanly meat, which appears to be thoroughly shaved. There might be hair around it, but given how much naked flesh you see around the panties, it cant bee much.

“Getting a good view?” she says and smiles pleasantly after you have stared for a far too long time and completely ignored her hand.

“Um, sorry,” you mumble and take her hand. “I am Scott.”

She shakes it and smiles happily, her teeth sparkling. She doesn’t make any attempts at all to conceal her crotch, even though it was quite obvious what you stared at.

“So, Grammy, huh?” you say and raise your eyebrow. “How the hell does that work out? You doesn’t look a day over forty, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you hadn’t had any kids at all.”

Petra smiles and Jenn laughs behind her back.

“Well, aren’t you the charmer. He’s a charmer, this one,” Petra says and pats your hand in hers with her other hand.

“I know,” Jenn smiles and makes an obscene gesture behind her Grammys back, putting her fist to her mouth a few times while sticking out her tongue in her cheek.

“But anyway, Jenn is 18, I had her mother when I was 16 and she had Jenn at the same age. So actually, I’m 49, with the five-o coming up next weekend.”

“Yay, party!” Jenn exclaims behind her back.

“Certainly. Actually, that was why I came to see you, Jenn. I wanted to invite you. And,” she adds with a wink towards you in the water, “any special friends you might wanna bring along too. It might live things up, there is far too little eye candy at those parties anyway.”

“Grammy!” Jenn laughs and gives the older woman a kick in her rear. It’s not hard or meant as anything but fun, but it is enough to topple the precariously balanced woman, squatting at the edge of the pool. She shrieks and falls forward towards you. One hand manages to find the pools edge, but she still cant hold herself up and she falls over you. As a reflex, you raise your hand, hanging on to the edge with the other, to support her.

As it happens, you manage to catch her and prevent her falling into the water, but your hand supporting her has accidentally, or perhaps subconsciously, found the largest target on her body; one of her round, luscious breasts. While struggling to keep her up and preventing yourself from sinking, it grabs and gropes and paws eagerly over the wet softness under the soaked blouse. It is even bigger and rounder than you first suspected.

You don’t know how long you are poised in that awkward yet delightful position, but eventually, a hysterically laughing Jenn manages to pull her back up on the tiles.

“Whew!” Petra exclaims and shakes her head. “That was close!” She smiles down at you. You are grinning back, but are more focused on her breasts than her face. Your hand has ruffled her blouse up even more and she now looks positively drenched from her neck down to her stomach, clearly showing off her boobs like if she had just won a college wet t-shirt competition. She doesn’t seem to notice, though.

“Come up here and give me a hug, I want to thank you properly!”

You look at Jenn for a moment before responding. You are painfully aware that you are still not wearing any boxers, and that your cock is back in full business after the pawing of Petras boob. Jenn obviously knows this too, and grins like a maniac behind her Grammy.

“Well?” Petra says again. “Come up and give me a hug, my savior.”