Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 03

"You're very welcome," Eva answered in a slightly ragged voice. "But maybe I should be thanking you for the rub down."

"My pleasure," said Sandy, brushing her lips against the nylon covered swell of Eva's chest. "It is nice to have some physical closeness. I had become used to not really touching anyone except Katie. I guess I have Kit to thank for reminding me. Perhaps we might buy some massage oil and get a book on massage. We could learn how to help each other at the same time. That might be nice."

As they lay together quietly, Sandy felt Eva begin to relax. Eva's arms tightened around Sandy's shoulders pulling her face tight into the deep cleavage hidden by the nightgown. Eva asked, "Did it bother you that I was with Kit? I was not trying to steal him from you. You are so much better a match for him than I am. You are young and slim and lovely. I just..." Eva's explanation trailed off into silence as she waited for Sandy's response.

Sandy hugged Eva tighter and raised her knee slightly to open Eva's thighs and to seat her own cunt more firmly against Eva. "Kit is not and will never be mine. You can't steal him because he was never mine in the first place. I am glad that you were able to enjoy him. He is a wonderful young man, but he is not ready for a permanent monogamous relationship. But he did wake up a part of me that I thought was dead. I guess it was just asleep." Sandy giggled and pointedly humped her crotch into Eva. The obvious sexual reference and the sensations of Eva's hairy snatch rubbing on her thigh excited Sandy. "Did you get a wake up call too, Eva?"

Eva was somewhat surprised at this turn of the conversation, as she had never had anyone to talk about sex with. Her amused snort of glee told Sandy that she was not offended. "Sandy, it was more like Sleeping Beauty getting a kiss to wake up after a hundred years." Both women chuckled at the image. Eva felt so bold as to respond to Sandy's grinding by raising her knee against the sofa back and pulling Sandy deeper into her embrace. She made her own hesitant fucking motion and both laughed again.

Sandy asked, "Did the prince kiss this hairy sleeping princess?" Both women were laughing as they began to find a rhythm of bump and grind. The sexual tension became a real, if unspoken, member of the party.

"Oh, yes, I had read about men doing that but it was more wonderful than I could have imagined. Kit kept on and on and as I went higher and higher, I thought my whole body was electrified. I think that is what made my muscles so sore. When it was over, I felt like a puddle of tingling joy."

Sandy felt her gentle pressure on Eva's crotch start to have an effect. Eva's thighs had opened allowing Sandy's leg to press deeper between her legs. Sandy could feel the heat building as Eva's body trembled at the sexual play. Sandy's own cunt felt heavy and swollen, and she was sure a wet spot was forming on her pajama shorts. Reluctantly, she decided to end her seduction for the time being.

"This is so nice, but I better get to bed." Sandy said. She pushed her upper body up while allowing her full weight to crush their slits onto the others thighs. Eva moaned slightly and her eyes became slightly unfocused. Sandy lowered herself again to rest on one elbow. With her free hand, she cupped Eva's breast with the hard nipple pushing against the nylon. "Your breasts are so beautiful and full, I feel under-privileged when I compare my pitiful little titties to yours." Sandy moved up to lightly sweep her tiny nipples over Eva's larger ones. "You win the battle of the boobs."

Sandy laughed and lightly rose off the couch. Eva lay sprawled on the roomy sofa in the position of a woman who is completely ready to be fucked. Her face was flushed and her astounding eyes were slightly glazed. Her nipples made tiny hills in the nightgown topping the large breasts swollen and full in lust. Eva's thighs were splayed open with the thin nylon clearly outlining her dark triangle.

Sandy leaned over and whispered softly, "Good night, sweet Eva, and thanks again." Sandy's kiss went directly to Eva's lips. With a slightly open mouth, Sandy explored the wide swollen lips with a kiss more tender than passionate. Sandy's hand had fallen as if by accident on Eva's heaving breast. Eva unconsciously pressed her chest up into Sandy's hand. Sandy smiled as she stood up and quickly walked away. "Good night, Eva, sleep well and dream sweet dreams." She walked into her room and closed the door.

Eva lay on the cushions in confusion. The tickling in her belly that Kit had caused the day before had returned; her labia felt heavy, full, and swollen. Her breasts missed the warmth and pressure of Sandy's presence. She raised her hands to her chest and squeezed the flesh while pinching her nipples. The shock seemed to run straight to her crotch. Eva quickly got up and went to her own bed of restless dreams.

*******

The next morning, Friday, was routine. Sandy got herself and Katie ready to leave while Eva fixed their breakfast. She had waked energized with most of the soreness gone and decided to fix her granddaughter the small dollar pancakes that she loved. This plan short-circuited Katie's usual dawdling over breakfast and Sandy's irritation. Pleased with her cleverness and the pleasant tenor of the morning, Eva decided to extend the plan and asked Katie what she would like to eat that night when she got home.

"Gramma, I want to go back to the carnival with Kit and have corny dogs and cotton candy. You can come too, Gramma, cause I think Kit likes you."

Sandy snickered and looked at Eva with raised eyebrows. "He certainly does like Gramma, Katie. I think you could say he liked her so much that it made her sore all over. But you are going to have to change your plans. The carnival has moved to another town and I want you to stay in tonight since you were sick yesterday."

Eva saw the happy morning atmosphere evaporating as Katie's face took on the stubborn cast that she had inherited from her father. Before the fight could begin, Eva said, "How about we have corny dogs here. Surely there is a recipe or you can buy them, but I think you have to have a special machine for cotton candy. How about make your own ice cream sundaes?"

"Yay! I can't wait till I get home. I am gonna eat like a pig." Katie began making pig noises as she gathered her lunch box and backpack. "Come on, Mom. Time to go."

"Wait a minute, young lady," said Eva. "You know you don't get to leave before your give Gramma a hug and a kiss." Katie scampered back to pay the toll of her leaving. As she trotted down the hall, she called, "Come on, Mom."

Sandy smiled at Eva. "You indulge her too much."

"It's a grandmother's prerogative," Eva answered with a smile.

"How about me? De I get a kiss and hug too?" Sandy asked as she stepped close to Eva. At Eva's nod, Sandy's hands caught the sash of Eva's robe and untied the loose knot. Sandy slipped her arms inside the robe and opened it. Her stature made Eva's breasts inside the gown a perfect resting place for her cheek. Sandy hugged herself to Eva and then looking up into Eva's smiling face said, "I really enjoyed last night. I hope we have opened a door to even more closeness. Since tonight is Friday and I don't have to work tomorrow, maybe we could have wine instead of tea after Katie is in bed."

"That would be lovely," said Eva. "But I am going to be busy today figuring out how to make corn dogs and deciding what wines are best with them."

"My kiss," said Sandy and stretched up toward Eva's mouth. When Eva bent her face down, Sandy slipped a hand behind Eva's neck and met her full on the mouth. Sandy's lips tasted and teased Eva into relaxing. Immediately, Sandy's tongue flashed into Eva's mouth; it swirled once and was gone.

Sandy stepped back. "Yum, you taste like pancakes and maple syrup. Good enough to eat. See you tonight." Sandy turned and strode after Katie leaving Eva standing with tingling lips, above and below.

*******

Eva spent the day in preparation for the evening. After a quick cleanup in the kitchen, she looked through her cookbooks for a recipe for corny dogs. She found the easy recipe and would only need to buy hot dogs. She could go after her daily laps. Almost every day, Eva swam fifty laps in her pool. After the deaths of her husband and son, she had used the pool as therapy. One lap was 100 feet so fifty laps was just short of a mile. Her body had become used to the exertion and Eva was able to turn off her problems while doing her daily workout.

Her grief therapist has suggested that she swim naked to push herself beyond her old constraints. After some time, wearing a swim suit seemed ridiculous and confining. She slipped on a robe to walk out to the pool in the cool air, but once in the water, she did not notice the temperature. Upon finishing, she climbed out and was drying herself when she realized that she was truly happy and that her body felt marvelous. As she briskly toweled her heavy breasts, her thoughts returned to Kit and his attentions to them. As her nipples swelled, she remembered Sandy's "battle of the boobs" and laughed in the joyous memory. She silently thanked Kit for waking up her 57 year old body and looked forward to talking more with Sandy about that. She slipped on her robe and walked into the house tingling with endorphins and anticipation.

Wearing her robe, Eva brushed and sprayed her hair. When she opened her lingerie drawer, she saw the cross your heart bra that she had bought after watching the television commercial. She had not worn it yet, but today seemed like a day for new things. The cups were softer than her usual heavy underwire bras and the straps lifted and separated comfortably. She reached in for her regular cotton panties, but her hand fell on a pair of nylon bikinis with sunflowers on them. They had been a present from Katie on her birthday. Eva slipped them on and walked to stand in front of her full length mirror.

She thought she looked pretty good for her age, although her thick pubes showed over and on both sides of the bikini coverage. "Sunflowers surrounded by hay," she said with a smile. She wiggled her shoulders allowing her breasts to swing with unaccustomed freedom. Enjoying the private titillation, she looked in her closet for more items for the new-look Eva.

The bell-bottomed hip-hugger jeans that were Sandy's birthday present to her fit snuggly over Eva's hips. The ten inch bells hid her penny loafers, but they were old and comfortable. From the dresser, she took a thin three-quarter sleeve V-neck cashmere sweater. She had always worn it under a blazer or jacket, as it molded itself to her body, but today she liked the look and feel. Anyway the day was cool and she would take a jacket with her. In front of the mirror, she shook her shoulders and chortled as her tits waved beneath the soft sweater. Out the door she went with a smile on her face.

Eva drove to the new Safeway supermarket. She was not sure she liked the huge new market as well as her old familiar grocery store, but it was bright and clean and had a larger selection of goods than she had been familiar with. She quickly bought wooden skewers and hot dogs for Katie's meal. She bought one package of regular hot dogs and for fun another package of extra-long franks. She picked up vegetables for a salad, cheese and crackers, and then just wandered the aisles.

In the medicine and health aide aisle, she saw a bottle labeled Sweet Heat Massage Oil. Eva stopped and took the carton from the shelf. As she was reading the product description, another shopper stopped his cart beside hers. A man of about her age took another box from the shelf and said, "It is marvelous stuff; isn't it." He smiled at her and his eyes traveled from her eyes to her sweater covered chest.

"I...I have never used it," Eva sputtered, suddenly self-conscious that she had left her jacket in the car. She was very aware that her breasts were standing on display beneath the thin sweater.

"Well, let me tell you that you have a real treat in store," he said as he stepped closer and reached to hold her hand that held the box. "See, here on the label, it says that it will leave you warm and tingly. I envy the lucky man who is going to get to massage it on to you. And see here, it says, 'Kind to the tenderest tissues,' and that means that it won't sting wherever you put it...if you know what I mean." He stood there holding her hand and the massage oil as his eyes took in Eva's entire lush figure.

"Mark! Turn that lady loose and come on. We have to finish shopping and get home before the grandkids get out of school!"

"Yes, dear," Mark said, as he released her hand. "Just helping this lady with her shopping." He pushed his cart off in the wake of a very heavy woman, but cast a longing eye back over his shoulder at Eva with a abashed smile.

Eva couldn't help but grin at the old lecher. In another minute, he would have been offering to give her a massage right here on aisle 12. She laughed and looked back at the shelf. There were three varieties with different color boxes—pink for rose, red for strawberry, and yellow for vanilla. Eva stood there a moment considering and then took one of each to place in her cart.

When Eva checked out, the female checker was all business until she saw the three boxes of massage oil. She looked at Eva and winked, "Expecting to have a busy weekend, I see. If you use them all up remember we open on Sunday after lunch. Ho, ho, ho."

"I just thought I would see which I liked best..."Eva explained weakly as she handed two twenties over to pay.

"Oh, you'll like them all, but I like the smell of the vanilla best. I use it on my boyfriend and it tastes just like it smells. Kind of like a vanilla lollipop." The cashier laughed at her own wit. "Let met get you some help to carry this out. Carry out, register two," she spoke into her microphone. A gangling young man in a red apron arrived quickly and carried her one paper sack to the car.

Eva led the way outside with the sacker following and staring intently at the tight jeans on the mature fanny. Knowing that he was watching and feeling elated at all the attention, Eva put an extra swish into her hip movement. When she felt the cold air make her nipples start to rise, she decided to tease him a bit more. She opened the passenger side door for her car and draped her pointed tits over the top of the window frame. When he leaned in with the grocery sack, her nipples were only inches from his face as he placed the sack on the floor.

"Thank you," she cooed as she had heard Marilyn Monroe do in the movies. "Can I give you a tit...I mean a tip?"

She almost choked as he flushed red and white and red again before managing to say, "No, thank you, ma'am. We aren't allowed to touch...take...take them."

Eva walked around the car enjoying her new game. He beat her to the driver's door and opened it for he. As she got in, she managed to bump him with her breast and hip. He stood holding the door open until she said, "You better close it now." As she drove off she saw him watching sadly.

On the way home, Eva went to the liquor store and picked up two bottles of the fruity Merlot that she knew Sandy enjoyed. The owner, who often sold her wine without any comment, boosted her ego even more by saying that she was looking outstanding. Since his eyes never got above her collarbone, Eva was pretty sure of what he thought were outstanding. She had to admit that with her new bra and sweater, they were standing out.

The afternoon passed quickly as Eva waited on Katie and Sandy. She mixed the batter for the corn dogs and put it in the refrigerator to cool. She laid out the skewers and dried half the hot dogs. The others she wrapped in foil and placed in the freezer. Four regular sized and four large should be enough for her little family. She settled in the breakfast nook with a book to wait for Sandy to get off work.

*******

Eva put her book aside when she heard the front door open. She swung around to face the sound of Katie's running feet.

"Gramma, Gramma, are we going to eat corny dogs tonight? I have been..." As Katie burst into the kitchen, Eva stood up to welcome her. Katie froze for a moment, "Gramma, you look bootiful in jeans. I have never seen you so bootiful. Are we going to have corny dogs?"

Eva laughed in delight and sat back down. "Yes, darling girl, we are having corn dogs if you will help me cook them and thank you for the compliment. Do you like my new look? Give me a hug and tell me about your day."

Katie climbed into Eva's lap and began chattering about school and who was good and who had to go to time out. As she talked, she cuddled closer and closer to Eva. Sandy came to the kitchen door and stood wearily watching the pair in the breakfast nook. She smiled at the closeness of Eva and Katie as she reached down to take off her shoes. Just ridding herself of the low heels that she wore at work made her feel better.

"You look tired," Eva said to Sandy. "Why don't you go relax while Katie and I fix the corn dogs? Get out of your work clothes, take a shower or even a bath, or you could get in the hot tub to relax. Probably be about an hour before we have everything ready.

Sandy appreciated the down time that Eva was presenting her with. It had been a busy frustrating day at work and the thought of soaking away her tensions sounded great. "Thank you, I think I will do just that. Katie you do what Gramma says and be a good helper." Sandy started down the hall to her room with a lightening step.

Eva watched Sandy's pert rear end wave beneath the knee length wool skirt. Sandy had her purse and Katie's backpack in one hand and her heels in the other. Eva's heart went out to the young woman who added so much to Eva's life and asked for so little. Eva determined that she would find a way to push Sandy back into a life of her own.

As Sandy undressed, she remembered that she had suggested to Eva that they have wine tonight since Saturday was not a work day. As she removed her bra and rubbed the strap lines, her rekindled libido twitched and she considered how she might further entice Eva. The small pink buds on her uplifted breasts swelled and hardened as she remembered how sexy Eva had looked in the hot tub. Well, maybe tit for tat, though Sandy regretted that she did not have the rich abundance of tits that Eva did to show off.

Slipping naked into a thick terry robe, Sandy removed her makeup in the bath and grabbed a towel before heading back to the kitchen in her flip-flops. She giggled at the thought of trying to look sexy when your wet eye-liner made you look like a bedraggled raccoon. In the kitchen, she found the pair still snuggling while Katie continued prattling about her day.

"I decided to take your advice and sit in the hot tub, Eva." Sandy said. "If you get everything ready, you can come get me to eat."

"Mom, look how bootiful Gramma is today in her jeans. And I 'specially like this shirt she has because it is so soft." Katie snuggled her face into Eva's cleavage and moved her face between the imposing hills. "This is the bestest shirt, Mom, you ought to get one."

Eva looked slightly abashed and blushed, but Sandy said, "It is a wonderful shirt, Punkin, but I don't think I can make it as soft as Gramma. Call me when you need me."

Sandy walked out the door to the hot tub. Eva had unintentionally fired Sandy's imagination by revealing what Sandy had often seen before but never reacted to. Sandy's night with Kit had reawakened her awareness of her own desire. Eva, too, seemed to be going through a new awareness of her sexuality and had responded, hesitantly, but positively to Sandy's first touches. Sandy decided to give Eva an eyeful and see what effect that might have.