02-07-2020, 10:06 AM
It was an outright challenge. Adam looked at me defiantly. Suddenly I needed to get out of there, I turned to leave, walking back towards the front of the shop.
"Hey!, wait a minute." The old man called. I stopped and waited for him to approach.
"Aren't you going to kiss Granddad goodbye?" he asked, grinning.
I looked nervously at him, then Adam, who had clearly guessed what was going on and looked thoroughly amused.
"No. Please." I said quietly. "Not in front of him."
"Don't worry about him. Now come on."
I turned to face the old bastard, then leaned in to give him the briefest kiss.
"No. I want a proper one."
I gave him a deep kiss on the mouth, feeling cheap and dirty as I did so. As I broke off he chuckled again and said. "Where are your manners? Say goodbye Granddad and thank me properly for a nice afternoon."
"Goodbye Granddad, thank you for a nice afternoon."
"I'll see you out."
He walked along beside me to the door of the shop. Before I was able to get out the door he deliberately reached out and stroked my bottom, squeezing one cheek with his old, bony hand. Of course Adam saw everything, and my last memory as I left the shop was of the smirk across his knowing face.
I stumbled home feeling sick to my stomach. I could still smell and feel the old man on me. The tops of my legs and stocking tops were sticky with his jism. I was disgusted with myself for the way I had behaved, but worse, far worse, was the discovery that he was related to a pupil at my college. And a particularly vile and unpleasant pupil too. I knew it wouldn't be long before everyone at the college knew about me and Adam's grandfather.
By the time I arrived home I was in tears. Alan and Neil were waiting for me, keen to hear all about the afternoon. When I told them about Adam they found the whole thing highly amusing.
"How can you laugh at this? That little bastard will tell everyone in the college about this. I'll be a laughing stock. Oh God, I feel so ashamed. What am I going to do? You've got to help me."
"Just keep calm." Alan said. "Who cares if the college knows, you're leaving in three weeks. What harm can possibly come of it?"
"Yes, but Adam Stuart, Alan. He's such a horrible little shit! I hate the thought of him knowing about this."
"Maybe you should 'buy his silence', you know, give him an incentive to keep his mouth shut" Neil suggested, a sly smile on his face.
The thought was instantly repellent. Adam Stuart was a fifteen-year-old child. A thoroughly obnoxious child, but a child non the less. It was simply out of the question.
"Hey!, wait a minute." The old man called. I stopped and waited for him to approach.
"Aren't you going to kiss Granddad goodbye?" he asked, grinning.
I looked nervously at him, then Adam, who had clearly guessed what was going on and looked thoroughly amused.
"No. Please." I said quietly. "Not in front of him."
"Don't worry about him. Now come on."
I turned to face the old bastard, then leaned in to give him the briefest kiss.
"No. I want a proper one."
I gave him a deep kiss on the mouth, feeling cheap and dirty as I did so. As I broke off he chuckled again and said. "Where are your manners? Say goodbye Granddad and thank me properly for a nice afternoon."
"Goodbye Granddad, thank you for a nice afternoon."
"I'll see you out."
He walked along beside me to the door of the shop. Before I was able to get out the door he deliberately reached out and stroked my bottom, squeezing one cheek with his old, bony hand. Of course Adam saw everything, and my last memory as I left the shop was of the smirk across his knowing face.
I stumbled home feeling sick to my stomach. I could still smell and feel the old man on me. The tops of my legs and stocking tops were sticky with his jism. I was disgusted with myself for the way I had behaved, but worse, far worse, was the discovery that he was related to a pupil at my college. And a particularly vile and unpleasant pupil too. I knew it wouldn't be long before everyone at the college knew about me and Adam's grandfather.
By the time I arrived home I was in tears. Alan and Neil were waiting for me, keen to hear all about the afternoon. When I told them about Adam they found the whole thing highly amusing.
"How can you laugh at this? That little bastard will tell everyone in the college about this. I'll be a laughing stock. Oh God, I feel so ashamed. What am I going to do? You've got to help me."
"Just keep calm." Alan said. "Who cares if the college knows, you're leaving in three weeks. What harm can possibly come of it?"
"Yes, but Adam Stuart, Alan. He's such a horrible little shit! I hate the thought of him knowing about this."
"Maybe you should 'buy his silence', you know, give him an incentive to keep his mouth shut" Neil suggested, a sly smile on his face.
The thought was instantly repellent. Adam Stuart was a fifteen-year-old child. A thoroughly obnoxious child, but a child non the less. It was simply out of the question.
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