EroticReverie

Dove Delilah Windsor...a few days later

I know I went to sleep with underwear on last night. I know for a fact I did. Yet again....I woke up for the third night in a row....without any underwear on, after one of my sex dreams. Was I taking them off in my sleep? Because if I was....they weren't on my floor, or in my dirty lundry, or in my bed. How the hell was I losing my underwear? Was I just going crazy? The only thing I can think of, is someone coming in and taking them off of me. and that's absurd, and impossible, because my grandfather is the only other person here in the night. Other than Esme who only sometimes sleep in the maid quarters over night, she usually goes home at night. 

A knock sounds at my door and I walk across the closet, grab my robe and throw it on , tying the sash around my waist and then go to my bedroom door. 

"Oh. It's you." I say as I see my grandfather.

His gray eyebrow lifts. 

"Yes. It's me." he says. I smile softly.

"Sorry, just...usually it's Esme or one of the maids." I say and he nods. His eyes glance down. I swallow. I know im imagining it, that it's just my impure fucked up thoughts that convince me my grandfather checks me out. 

Then I look down when his eyes stay on my chest. 

"Oh. oh sorry" I say and then lift my hand and tug the side of my robe across my chest. It had been more open than i'd meant for it to be, the satin fabric had drooped, and my nipple was almost out. Thankfully it wasnt, but it's still too much breast to be having out in front of my fucking grandfather. 

His eyes lift to mine, and the light blue almost silver around his eyes, is thinner, his pupils wider. 

"It's alright." He says. 

"I bought you something." He says and then holds up the garment bag. Along with a shopping bag. 

"Oh...you didn't...." I stop because we both know he didn't NEED to. That he has been buying me random presents and gifts. Mostly jewelry, over the past month. 

"Thank you Graham" I say and he nods. 

"May I come in, set them down?" he asks.

"oh, sure." I say and step aside. 

Over the past few months, we've talked a little more, but our interactions are still awkward at times, and he's still not around much, which I suppose wont ever change. But he makes the effort to watch movies with me a few nights a week, and took me out to eat a few times, even if we sat in mostly awkward silence. 

Graham walks in and sets the bag on a chaise lounge, and then walks to my closet and hangs the garment bag.

I follow him into the closet and he turns, then drops his eyes. I drop mine to my chest again, the damn robe having drooped open again. 

"Oh, i" but before I can reach to cover myself back up, his hand is already there, and I lose my ability to speak. His one finger slides into the side of the robe, right where the low point of the v sits below my breasts. He hooks his finger slightly, and slides his finger up and I feel the back of his finger brush right over my nipple, right before he hooks the fabric and pulls it to the center and over, closing it up.

"Maybe I should buy you a better robe." He says and I can't even think. All I can feel is my tightening harder as I replay that half second moment where his skin touched my nipple. His finger, the back of it, touched my fucking nipple. Did he notice? Did he care? 

His hands go to the sash, and I look down. I say nothing, watching his hands gently pull at the sash and letting it come undone. I cant even breathe, my eyes lift from his hands to his face. He smiles slightly. I feel him gently tug the fabric tighter around me, then retie the sash, making it so the robe can't accidentally droop or open again. 

I just blink up at him and then, when he's done tying the robe, his hands don't drop away, then go to my waist, where the sash is cinched and he looks down.

"Mm." He hums. It's brief, and his thumbs and pushing firmly into me at the front of my waist, his thumbs push up, and then down, stroking the front of my waist.

"You're such a tiny little thing Dove." he says and I open my mouth, but, what the hell do I say to that? And was I over anazlying his hands on my waist? Why was he holding my waist? Was this normal? It couldnt be. 

"I'd like you to wear the things I bought for you this afternoon." He says and I just nod. Because apparently there was a black tie dress code wedding he'd been invited to, and he wanted to take me with him. I didn't mind going, I liked dressing up and eating fancy foods. I liked weddings, and had only been to a few before. I'd already picked out an outfit, but I guess I'd be wearing something else now. 

"Thank you." He says and leans down, and presses a kiss to the top of my head. I just stand there, it's the first bit of affection I've received in months. I was still processing the finger on my nipple part, but the kiss on my head, reminded me of my dad, and then suddenly my well trained emotions I'd been holding back, were surfacing and I reached my arms out and around him, and hugged him. My cheek to his chest. He paused, but then wrapped his arms around me. I exhaled hard into his chest and shut my eyes. I havent had a hug in months. I was starved for affection, for love, for anything. Maybe that's why I was having these messed up dreams and feelings towards my grandfather. Because I didnt see him as my grandfather, just a man. And I just wanted any kind of attention , who knows. 

"Are you alright my pretty Dove?" he asks and I nod against his chest. Pretty Dove. It made my heart flutter, and my stomach. My body was so confused, so was my head. 

His arms wrap tighter around me and I hug him tighter too as he lifts one hand a strokes my hair.

"It will be okay my Dove" he says softly. 

He holds me a few more moments, and then smiles at me softly. 

"Be ready in an hour Pretty Dove." he says and I nod, and swallow.

"Okay." 

-----------------------

"Wear your hair down Pretty Dove." the note pinned to the garmet bag had said. The garment bag that held a cherry red , sqaure neck, a line evening mini dress. It seemed a bit short, okay, a lot short for a black tie event. The fabric flared at my hips, and stuck out, making my hips look wider than they were. 

In the shopping back, were a pair of black heels, and black transparent tights, and a pair of sheer red panties.....a thong. My grandfather...bought me...underwear....not just any underwear....but a thong. Or maybe someone else picked it out? Maybe he had one of his asssitants pick it out? Or just told the people are the store to pick something out for his eighteen year old niece, maybe he didnt even know what was in the bag? 

I put it all on. the panties. the stocking. the dress. the shoes. I do my hair and wear it down mostly, pulling it half up and adding a red ribbon, typing it into a bow and letting the tails drape down the soft waves of my lightly curled hair. 

I use the small black clutch purse that was in the bag for my phone and a few other small things. Then with five minutes to spare, I make my way downstairs. 

I see him looking at his watch, before he looks up when my heels begin too click on the steps. His eyes start at my feet and travel up my tights, lingering on the hem of my dress. A small smile on his lips as his eyes then lift up the rest of me and land on my face. 

"don't you look like a doll." Esme says and I smile and finish walking down the stairs as Graham walks over. I'm still standing on the last step. Even with my heels and the boost of the step, I still have to look up to meet his eyes. 

"you look beautiful Dove." 

"it's too short." I say.

"No Dove, it's perfect on you." He says, and then takes my hand. I look down at the way my fingers eagerly slip between his and then back up at him and he smiles. I take the last step down and he keeps hold of my hand.

"Have a wonderful time." Esme says to us and he nods and then looks at me, and I look up at him. 

His eyes go to my mouth, my dove necklace, my breasts, then back up to my eyes. 

"Absolutely stunning, Dove." he says and I blush. 

"thank you." 

I suppose it's normal for a grandfather to pay a compliment, im just not sure its normal how much I like holding his hand, or how much I like the compliment. 

"You too. You look..." I say and he smiles as we walk down the steps at the front of the house and he smiles. 

"I ...nice doesnt seem fair....you look stunning  too." I say and his lips quirk. 

"handsome?" I question, looking for an appropriate word.

"Thank you Dove." he says and then releases my hand and I hate it, but then his hand is on the small of my back, and teases right at the top of my ass as he guides me to the open door of the limosuine that will be taking us to the wedding and dropping us off. 

I try to manage the short dress as I slip inside and scoot over as he gets in behind me, we sit together along the back and the driver closes the door. 

Once we're driving, im fidgeting with my hands in my lap as I look out the window. 

I jump slightly when his large hand covers both of my mine right in the center of my lap.

"You're fidgeting. Are you nervous?" He asks, and I look at his hand over both of mine that are now laying flat on my dress. 

"I don't know. I feel like....i still don't know how to act sometimes?" I say honestly.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asks, his thumb gently stroking the top of my hand. I shake my head. 

"no, I ....I just wish I knew you...before...so then...maybe it wouldnt feel awkward like it does sometimes?" I say and he nods. 

"I wish I knew you too. But I'm also glad to know you now. Very glad, Dove." he says and then his hand slides from my hand and to my thigh. I look down, his large hand over the lower part of my thigh near my knee, laying on my tights, his thumb strokes along the spot near my knee.

i just nod. "Me too." 

I expect him to move his hand. But he doesnt. I look back out the window, and it takes me several minutes to relax as he just casually holds his hand there, and traces circles on the side of my knee, and slips his thumb back and forth. 

"I like the ribbon." He says and I turn my head to him. Reaching up behind my hair and feeling the ribbon in my hair.

"Oh, thank you. I know you said to wear it down, but it's hot out and -"

"I'm glad you added it." He says and I shut up. 

"You have beautiful hair." He says. I smile and then gently gather my hair and pull it over my shoulder letting  it lay to the front. 

"thank you" I say softly and he hums. 

I look at his leg near mine, and wonder if I should...put my hand on his knee or something? I wasnt sure. Maybe he just had his on mine to try to relax me and comfort me?

I lift my hand, and it's already in air, and he sees it reach for his leg. But I pull it back. 

I blush as I look up and see him smiling slightly. 

His hand on my leg moves off it, he takes my hand gently. 

"I don't mind." he says, and rests my hand on his knee and I blush even harder, leaving it there. His forearm slides under mine and over onto my leg again, only this time higher, on my mid thigh. He exhales as he squeezes it just barely, and then lets his fingers relax and they slip further down, curling around my thigh. His thumb know stroking the top of my thigh. 

I swallow, and let my hand move a little higher on his leg and he looks over at me. My eyes lifting. 

"Careful Dove." he says gently. My hand stopping and sliding back down. 

"I'm sorry." I say and he hums. 

"Don't be." he says as I just look at him and his hand , not careful at all as it slips a fraction higher. 

"We haven't talked about it.....I know you have your inheritance....that you're eighteen now....but I'd like for you to keep living with me." He says. 

I nod. "Okay." 

He smiles and his hand coasts another fraction higher, slipping along the nylon of my tights and slightly under my dress now. 

"For as long as you'd like, Dove." he says and I nod. 

"I enjoy you being there....being here." He says and then is pulling my leg just a little bit and I inhale. 

"Do you like being here with me Dove?" He asks and I swallow hard, nearly gulping and nod. 

"I do" I say quietly, unsure if I remember how to breathe. 

"Good, i'm glad." he says and looks down. 

I look down and watch his hand disappear right under my dress. But he keeps in on my leg, and then slides it back down, his hand reappearing, but then sliding back up and under my dress. Im holding my breath and my legs quiver. He shifts in his seat and the one hand falls away, her reaches over with his other hand, and then slides that onto my thigh and up my dress and I whimper. His eyes flick to mine, and he smiles. 

"Did you wear everything I put in the bag Dove?" he asks, his voice sounds like it never has, like he's hungry for something, desperate for something. And his hand is so far up my dress that I know im not mistaking anything right now, and that this definitely isnt normal. 

I nod.

"Good girl." he says and I feel my pussy ache as his hand keeps stroking up and down my thigh. 

"Show me." he says and leans in. 

His beard tickles the side of my face and his breath hits my ear and I suck in a small breath at the timber of his voice as he whispers in a low growl.

"Lift your dress and show me Dove" he whispers. 

my hands are trembling, but I grab the hem of my dress and lift it., Holding my dress, bunched around my stomach as he reaches to my other thigh and pushes my legs open further and looks right between my legs. 

"They look good on you Pretty Dove, dont they?" He asks as his hand slides along my thigh. 

I nod and he smiles. 

"God, you're irresistible." he says and then brings his mouth back to my ear.

"You make a man forget he's your grandfather, when you look as good as you do" He says and I whimper and his hand moves from my thigh and he takes my jaw and then looks me in the eyes.

"Is it alright, that I like to look at you?" he asks. 

I nod several times and he hums and his hand goes to the necklace around my throat, and drops his hand down, and I squirm in my seat as he wraps his hand aroud my neck.

"Be a good girl and put your dress back down before I lose myself and do something I shouldnt." 

I'm pretty sure he's already done something he shouldnt by looking up my dress and touching my thighs the way he did, but I do as he says and push my dress back down. 

"Good girl." he whispers in my ear and his hand on my throat slips down and over my upper chest, I suck in a breath. 

"Such a good pretty little Dove" he groans softly and his hand moves over the exposed skin, and I pant softly. 

"You and your fantastic , sweet little tits" he groans and his hands drops down and he grabs one and I let out a cry and then his mouth is on mine and I'm being pulled into his lap, straddling him, his hands on my tits, and in my hair as mine clutch his shoulders and I part my mouth and he groans loudly, his tongue in my mouth.

"Oh Dove" he groans and one hand reaches down my back over my ass, pulling at my dress and reaching under it, grabbing my ass , squeezing and I whimper into his mouth.

"Graham" I pant, my mouth breaking from his as he kisses down my neck , over it.

"Call me Grandpa" he groans and I whimper and he kisses over my collarbone.

"Grandpa" I breathe out and he groans and nips my collar bone. 

"Pretty Dove" he groans and then kisses my chest and then back up and over my neck and then takes my mouth again and I moan as both his hands hold my ass now and then one of them moves around and up my tights and down into them. I gasp as his fingers push against my skin, and into my panties. 

"Cmere pretty Dove, let Grandpa touch that pussy sweetheart"