Jack smiled. “He was stern.”
“Stern?”
“Yeah, you know,” Jack explained, “he had his arms folded most of the time, and he didn’t smile or say much.”
“Do you think old people practice that look? They all seem so good at it.”
“Maybe,” Jack said with a chuckle. “Anyway, I saw him doing that thing again last night.”
Rosie leaned in and spoke with a hushed voice, even though the coffee shop was mostly empty around them.
“Jerking off?”
“Uh-huh,” Jack answered quietly, “right after you left. His bedroom door was cracked open. I looked in when I heard him moaning.”
“He spied on us again, didn’t he?”
“Yes, I am pretty sure he did.”
“And he still hasn’t said anything to you about it?” asked Rosie.
“Not a word.”
“Why is that, ya think?” she asked.
“I think he misses my Nana.”
“It’s been, what, two years since she died?” she asked.
“Yeah, almost. I wonder if he will ever start dating? He obviously still has needs.”
“Amazing. Even at his age,” she mused.
“He just turned sixty five,” said Jack. “But it was no secret in the family that he and Nana were still doing it up until Nana got sick.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, he and Nana used to joke about it, and my mom and dad were always saying how horny they still seemed.”
“Your mom and dad talked about that with you around?” asked Rosie in amazement.
“They did, but only after I was older,” he explained.
“That’s so not my parents.”
“I know. Remember, I’ve met them?”
“Yes, you have, the fucking prudes,” she said smiling.
“How did they have such a hot daughter, you think?”
“You think I’m hot?” she asked, demurely.
“Not think, Rosie. Know.”
“Mm,” she began as she slipped off her sandals. “Why would you say that, Jack?”
Jack flinched a bit as he felt her toes pressing into his crotch. “Ah,” he said, “you are still using coconut oil on your feet. I can smell it.”
“Keeps them soft. You like?”
“I love,” he said.
He glanced around him and, seeing only empty booths, he reached down to unbuckle his belt, unzip his cargo shorts and slide them down to just over his knees. He felt her bare toes as they found their way to the waistband of his boxers, and gently tugged the front of them down. He glanced down and saw that his already erect penis was exposed and available to her.
“I see that horny runs in your family, Jack.”
He smiled, “With you, horny is easy.”
“That so?” she quipped.
Jack felt the balls of her feet, soft and a little slippery, as they began to stroke up and down each side of his shaft.
“So, Jack, what do you think Gramps is thinking about when he’s getting off? Do you think he is remembering what he saw us doing?”
“Could be,” he answered with the hint of a moan.
“Maybe,” she said, “he saw how you had me draped over the back of his sofa.”
Jack leaned his head back and took a deep breath as he felt her feet gently twisting his shaft one way, and then the other.
“You like, lover?” she whispered.
“You know I do,” he murmured back.
“Maybe Gramps was thinking about how it looked when your hard cock was taking me from behind. Maybe he was thinking about how it sounded when your body slapped against my ass.”
Jack softly groaned as she slipped the top of one foot behind his cock, and pressed the down on the underside with her other. ‘Like a cock sandwich,’ he thought.
“Maybe he saw my juices glistening on your cock? Maybe he saw my face, and how fucking hot I was for you,” she said, interrupting his musing.
“I bet he did, that lucky bastard. I would love to see that too,” he replied, hoarsely.
“We need a mirror,” she said. “Sometime, maybe?”
Jack could feel the effects of his cock being squeezed and tugged hard between her two feet. He was getting close.
“I bet,” she said, “that it almost put Gramps over the top when he remembered how you played with my nipples as you were fucking me doggie-style. I’m sure he heard me groaning for you. Now I know it’s for him, too.”
“You think so?” asked Jack.
“Yeah, I do. Is that too weird?”
“Nope!” he said. “Next time, when you reach back and under to squeeze my balls, you should be thinking about what that’s doing to both me, and Gramps.”
Jack felt her feet picking up the pace, focusing on the underside of his cock near the tip. He felt a spreading warmth in his scrotum as his balls prepared to release their contents. He smelled coconut.
He watched as she nonchalantly sipped her latte, her face revealing nothing of what her feet were doing just under the table.
“Cum for me, Jack,” she whispered, as her lips moved minimally under a cute, foam mustache.
He complied. With one hand he grabbed a handful of napkins and used them to catch the semen as it began to flow. With the other, he pulled his t-shirt up slightly in the event that he did not catch it all.
“So good,” he moaned.
“Really? May I have a taste?” she asked.
Silently, Jack touched a finger a bit of his cum that had escaped the napkins and extended it to Rosie’s lips. She gently licked it off.
“Yum,” she purred. “So, Jack, do you think Gramps is an old pervert?”
“No, Rosie. I just love him.”
“And for things like that, Jack, I love you.”
