02-07-2020, 12:22 PM
I opened the can and handed it to him. Again he refused. “If you’re doing this properly, you don’t hand it to the customer, you put it on the table.”
“Sorry, sir.” I muttered and leant over to place the can on the table next to him. As I did so, I felt his hand slide up the back of my thigh, disappearing under my skirt. I jumped in surprise, knocking the can over and spilling some of the contents on the card table.
“You clumsy bitch!” Granddad yelled, “Get a cloth and clean up that mess.”
I literally ran to the kitchen and returned with cloths and kitchen roll. I set about moping up the small spill of beer, watched closely by the four old men. After a moment or two Barry calmly reached out and began to stroke my bottom over my skirt. I didn’t react, and a moment later I felt his hand sliding up my skirt again. I wanted so much to move away, but stayed, letting his hand travel higher and higher. I felt his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh, and then he cupped my bottom cheek in his meaty hand. I had finished mopping up the beer and stood at the side of the table, waiting for him to finish feeling me up.
“Made you jump when I put my hand up your skirt did it?”
“Just a little, yes.”
They all laughed.
“Well now you know what to expect, don’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“Right, enough of that, I need another drink.” Granddad said. “Yeah, me too.” Announced Alf. “And me.” Roger chorused.
I looked at Barry, who winked at me then patted my bottom again. “Good girl. You get on and get the drinks then.”
I made my way to the kitchen, fully aware of the heat in my pussy. I prepared their drinks, then noticed a small round tray, similar to the sort used by waitresses. I put the drinks on the tray then returned to the living room, where their next hand of cards was under way.
As I bent to put Granddad’s drink on the table Alf, who was sitting next to him, reached out and cupped my left breast. I didn’t move as he ran his massive paw across my breast, which looked small and juvenile in his oversize hand. He tweaked my nipple, which immediately started to respond. There were grunts of approval at this. When I reached to put his drink down he turned his attention to my right breast.
“You’re right Tom, they are nice and firm.” He grinned at Granddad.
“Lets have a look then.” Roger demanded.
I walked round to him and put his drink down.
“Come and sit in my lap.” He ordered.
I sat down on his lap and he started to grope both my breasts. He started to twist my nipples, which caused me to gasp gently. He chuckled at that.
“Bit sensitive, are they?”
I nodded.
“Does this hurt then?” He pinched both nipples and pulled on them. I gasped and yelped at the sudden discomfort, writhing around on his knee. He let go of my nipples but continued to stroke my breasts with his left hand. Then I felt his right hand on my knee.
“What are you hiding up here then, I wonder.” He announced to a round of giggles from the others. I said nothing, letting my head drop.
He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reached the top of my leg. He pushed my thighs apart and began stroking my crotch. I could feel the heat there, and I knew I was becoming wet. He then grabbed my crotch with all four fingers and began to knead my pussy. I gasped with pleasure. The sensations he quickly generated in my hot slit were washing through my body. In moments I was wriggling around on his knee, gasping and moaning.
“She really is a hot little thing isn’t she?” He asked no one in particular. The others sniggered. “I think it would be nice of her to show us what she’s got, don’t you think, gentlemen?” There were grunts of approval. I looked over at granddad, waiting for the order I knew would come.
He smiled at me, then nodded. I stood up and slowly unfastened my skirt. I let it fall to the floor and bent over to pick it up. I walked slowly over to a chair and dropped my skirt on to it. Then hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pushed my knickers down to my ankles in one swift movement. I stepped out of them and dropped them on top of my skirt, then I turned to face them. Their eyes raked over my naked body.
I turned round at their command, bent over, spread my legs wide, showing them my most secret places.
My face was hot with embarrassment, my heart was pounding with arousal. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I made my way to the kitchen to get them more drinks feeling light-headed and deliciously sexy.
“Sorry, sir.” I muttered and leant over to place the can on the table next to him. As I did so, I felt his hand slide up the back of my thigh, disappearing under my skirt. I jumped in surprise, knocking the can over and spilling some of the contents on the card table.
“You clumsy bitch!” Granddad yelled, “Get a cloth and clean up that mess.”
I literally ran to the kitchen and returned with cloths and kitchen roll. I set about moping up the small spill of beer, watched closely by the four old men. After a moment or two Barry calmly reached out and began to stroke my bottom over my skirt. I didn’t react, and a moment later I felt his hand sliding up my skirt again. I wanted so much to move away, but stayed, letting his hand travel higher and higher. I felt his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh, and then he cupped my bottom cheek in his meaty hand. I had finished mopping up the beer and stood at the side of the table, waiting for him to finish feeling me up.
“Made you jump when I put my hand up your skirt did it?”
“Just a little, yes.”
They all laughed.
“Well now you know what to expect, don’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“Right, enough of that, I need another drink.” Granddad said. “Yeah, me too.” Announced Alf. “And me.” Roger chorused.
I looked at Barry, who winked at me then patted my bottom again. “Good girl. You get on and get the drinks then.”
I made my way to the kitchen, fully aware of the heat in my pussy. I prepared their drinks, then noticed a small round tray, similar to the sort used by waitresses. I put the drinks on the tray then returned to the living room, where their next hand of cards was under way.
As I bent to put Granddad’s drink on the table Alf, who was sitting next to him, reached out and cupped my left breast. I didn’t move as he ran his massive paw across my breast, which looked small and juvenile in his oversize hand. He tweaked my nipple, which immediately started to respond. There were grunts of approval at this. When I reached to put his drink down he turned his attention to my right breast.
“You’re right Tom, they are nice and firm.” He grinned at Granddad.
“Lets have a look then.” Roger demanded.
I walked round to him and put his drink down.
“Come and sit in my lap.” He ordered.
I sat down on his lap and he started to grope both my breasts. He started to twist my nipples, which caused me to gasp gently. He chuckled at that.
“Bit sensitive, are they?”
I nodded.
“Does this hurt then?” He pinched both nipples and pulled on them. I gasped and yelped at the sudden discomfort, writhing around on his knee. He let go of my nipples but continued to stroke my breasts with his left hand. Then I felt his right hand on my knee.
“What are you hiding up here then, I wonder.” He announced to a round of giggles from the others. I said nothing, letting my head drop.
He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reached the top of my leg. He pushed my thighs apart and began stroking my crotch. I could feel the heat there, and I knew I was becoming wet. He then grabbed my crotch with all four fingers and began to knead my pussy. I gasped with pleasure. The sensations he quickly generated in my hot slit were washing through my body. In moments I was wriggling around on his knee, gasping and moaning.
“She really is a hot little thing isn’t she?” He asked no one in particular. The others sniggered. “I think it would be nice of her to show us what she’s got, don’t you think, gentlemen?” There were grunts of approval. I looked over at granddad, waiting for the order I knew would come.
He smiled at me, then nodded. I stood up and slowly unfastened my skirt. I let it fall to the floor and bent over to pick it up. I walked slowly over to a chair and dropped my skirt on to it. Then hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pushed my knickers down to my ankles in one swift movement. I stepped out of them and dropped them on top of my skirt, then I turned to face them. Their eyes raked over my naked body.
I turned round at their command, bent over, spread my legs wide, showing them my most secret places.
My face was hot with embarrassment, my heart was pounding with arousal. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I made my way to the kitchen to get them more drinks feeling light-headed and deliciously sexy.
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