Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 16:34:27 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Zoya

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    "Missy, how are we going to practice this if you keep
giggling??"
    "I can't help it, you're tickling my tummy!"
    "But that's what I'm supposed to DO!"
    "Tickle me??"
    "No, silly girl. . .put my HAND on your TUMMY. So I can
check your BREATHing. Now come on, Missy."
    I knelt back on my haunches and looked down, slightly
exasperated, at my 10-going-on-25-year-old granddaughter. She
smiled sassily up at me, aware, I think, of how sexy she looked
in her blue short-shorts and lemon-yellow halter top. We were
practicing the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation exercises required
for her final scuba-diving test that afternoon. Actually, we
didn't really NEED to practice together; they had dummies for
that. But I'd suggested it, and Missy had eagerly agreed it was
a good idea..
    "Well, what would you suggest I do?"
    "I don't know. . ." she drawled. "Put it on a different
place."
    I tilted my head, then lay my hand higher up, on her
chest. I leaned down to her face, and her mouth opened, then
closed again. I rolled my eyes."What??"
    "Now you're on my titty."
    And indeed I was, and immediately, and gracefully,
pulled my hand away. "Sorry."
    "'S'okay, there's nothing there ANYway," she murmured.
    "There's a little something." I repressed a small
smile.
    "Oh, thanks, 'a little something.' That makes me feel
really great, Grandma.."
    "ZOYA, honey, come on now, how many times--"
    "ZOYA, I'm SORRY. Jeez. Zoya, Zoya, Zoya. . ."
    "And don't you forget it."
    "How could I?"
    "I just don't like--"
    "GRANDma, I know, I know."
    "But you keep calling me it anyway--"
    "OKAY!! Jeeez! I. will. Always. Call. You. ZOYA. OK?"
    "OK."   I brushed her thick black hair from her head.
"Now. You want to try again?"
    She nodded, sighed. "I guess." My hand hung, hesitant,
in the air above her. She smiled in spite of herself. "Just. .
.put it lower."
    I laid my hand, gently, on the edge of her shorts
waistband.
    "Lower."
    I looked at her, and she stared back, knowing, playing
with me. The little devil. I kept my eyes on her and slid my
hand lower, until it rested on the warm mound of her crotch.
"That good?"
    She nodded, and opened her mouth again as I lowered my
face to hers.
    And I felt her hips rise just slightly as my mouth
touched hers. Her eyes were still open. I breathed lightly into
her mouth. And pressed down, ever so lightly, on her shorts.
    I raised up again. Her mouth was still open, and she
had a somewhat dazed look. Her hands were in little fists at
her sides.
    "Again?" She again nodded. I leaned down, and this time
my tongue emerged and very gently licked her soft palate. My
hand formed a cup, and I felt the soft outline of her lips
beneath her shorts. I stayed a little longer, and breathed
again into her mouth.
    When I came away this time, her eyes had closed. They
opened slowly, and she heaved a sigh. Then she tilted her head
and smirked. "Are you supposed to use your tongue?"
    I felt myself blush, but nodded. "Supposed to check for
any obstructions. It's in the manual. Want to see?"
    She shook her head. My hand stayed where it was. I felt
her heat. I looked down at her.
    "Come on! I'm dying here. . ." and she opened her mouth
once again.
    And this time I really explored, my tongue snaking out
and sliding around inside her mouth. Her own tongue joined it,
and our lips closed on each other. Her legs opened as she
thrust her hips up into me, and my hand now made slow, strong
circles on her clothed pussy.
    And I felt her hands come up around my arms to grasp my
back and hug me to her. And we stayed that way for a good few
minutes, kissing deeply, with me frigging her slowly, firmly
over her shorts.
    I broke off when Missy began moaning. I didn't think
we, or she, was ready for this, for true release. So I gently
disengaged our kiss, and primly stroked her shorts back into
place, and pretended she wasn't staring at me open-wet-mouthed.
I wanted her completely mine, and naked, and begging for my
love. Soon. But not yet.
    I'd gotten to this point through months, years really,
of patience and planning. Young Missy, Melissa, was my youngest
daughter's girl, and had struck me as a pearl I had to have
since she was a baby.
    My goal was simple: to have her all to myself for at
least a week, in a place where no one could bother us. As her
family lived nearby, it was, and had been, a vain dream for a
long while. But when my husband died, new paths of possibility
opened up. I began travelling on my own, and scouting hopeful
opportunities. And when my daughter informed me of Melissa's
newfound yearning for scuba-diving, my plan went into action.
    In the meantime, I'd had a very hard time keeping my
eyes off the little nymph whenever she was around. And the imp,
I KNEW she came to know it! I'd be chaperoning at a pool, and
she'd catch me staring, turning quickly before I could look
away. Which was why all the kids called me "Zoya Moviestar",
because I always wore sunglasses-- the better to peek with! I
was seen as the Crazy Grandmother, which was fine with me; it
allowed for a measure of familial leeway, and in the case of my
Vacation Plan-- it was perfect.
    So when I announced I'd found the Perfect Scuba
Vacation, but it could only be taken by me and Missy, it was
generally accepted, and I took it from there. Two weeks in the
British Virgin Islands (how apt); a week of scuba, and a week
of --- well, we'd just have to see, wouldn't we?
    I looked down at my dazed little granddaughter and
smiled. "Come on, honey." I patted her tum. "Let's see what
suit you're going to wear."
    Missy blinked, and sat up slowly, pulling absently at
the material at her crotch. She sighed. "Whoo! Okay. . ." she
sat cross-legged and looked up at me. "You first." She smiled.
    "Me?" She nodded. "Oh-kaaay. . ." and I slipped a CD in
the player. "Samba Pa Ti", by Santana. Old, sexy favorite.
    "What's that, some old Greek movie music?"
    "No. . ." as I slowly began slipping off my t-shirt,
"it happens to be a beautiful song by Carlos Santana." I folded
the shirt and bent to place it in my suitcase at the foot of
the bed. I began unsnapping my bra. "Who also happens to be a
wonderful lover. . ."
    "The guy playing the guitar?" Melissa had her eyes
glued now on my bra.
    I nodded. "He was quite the party animal. Could go all
night." I shivered at the thought, and let the cups fall into
my hands. I dropped the bra into the case and idly fondled my
now-naked breasts. "Magnificent. Until he found God, or
Krishna, or whatever it was. . ."
    "Your titties are so. . ." Missy tilted her head. "I
thought they'd be all kinda droopy. But they're real nice,
Grandma."
    I shot her a look.
    "Zoya. Sorry."
    I unsnapped my slacks, pulled them down, off, and
folding them, placed them in the case. "Do you like it?"
    Missy stared. "What?"
    "The music." I smiled and peeled my black satin panties
down, letting the girl get a nice long glimpse of my dark,
heart-shaped pubic trim.
    Missy swallowed, nodded. "Yeah, it's. . .it's nice."
    "Mm-hmm. . ." I stepped naked from my panties and
turned to put them into my case. Now I bent way down to place
them jussst right, and to find my suit. I made sure my ass was
open and directly facing little Missy. She was very quiet. I
asked from where I was, "Is there any particular style you want
to see me in?" Mmm, I felt the light tropical air on my
asshole.
    "Ummm. . .nnoo. . .I don't think so. . ." Her tone was
of someone deeply enrapt in a movie.
    I finally chose a black bikini and stood. I turned, and
saw my granddaughter staring at me, flushed. She murmured, "you
have a really beautiful butt, Gr-- Zoya."
    I smiled. "Thank you, honey." I stepped into the
bottom. "What do you think that ol' Stairmaster's for?" And
snapped myself into the top. "Ta-daa!" I made a turn.
    Missy clapped. She was still quite flushed.
    "Okay. Your turn." And I sat on the couch by the bed.
    "Okay. . ." Missy started pulling her halter top up and
off.
    "Wait, wait!"
    "What?" Mid-shirt.
    "Listen to the music. Hear the congas now?" The beat
had picked up, a soft, seductive samba. "You have to dance to
it while you change."
    "No fair! You didn't."
    "Yes I did! It was slow, though, so it was very. .
.subtle."
    "Subtle? What's 'subtle?'"
    "Allllmost unnoticeable. Right?"
    Missy looked at me suspiciously, then shrugged and
began a small swaying. She dropped her shirt on the case and
started to take her shorts off. Such cute little nubbins! The
breasts were mere tiny lumps, but her nipples had already begun
to make themselves known; dark, hard, and puffed. Delicious.
    She looked up at me and blushed, smiling, as she swayed
to Santana's sultry beat. She was starting to enjoy it. Now, in
her panties, she moved her little butt around, and made a full
few turns, hands dancing above her.
    And what a nice little stripper she was! Peeling down
her panties, inch by inch, as she looked at me from under her
dark brows. Her mound was still a bit rosy, and her bottom so
cute with its natural dimples at the juncture of each cheek and
thigh. . .
    And she smiled at me as she too bent over to get her
suit. Her panties weren't yet completely off, they still clung,
a white bridge stretched between her knobby knees. . . Did she
KNOW what such a sight did to me? I doubt it, fully. For there,
between her widespread legs was the darling, bare little slit
and the tiny dark hole above, in the very center of a pretty
little tan halo. . .I restrained myself from diving between
those small cheeks.
    But I did stand, and grabbed her from behind. She
uttered a little 'eek!' as I held her to me, my bikini'd crotch
pressed firmly into her bare bottom, my arms wrapped around her
waist.
    I leaned down and breathed into her ear, semi-parody:
"Ve must dahnce to zis music before it is finished. . ." And I
led her slowly, swaying in a very restrained rhumba 'round the
room.
    Her small voice whined, "But. . .my panties. . ."
    They hobbled her deliciously; I saw in the wall mirror
that she moved very carefully so as not to let the panties
fall. She moved stiffly, yet smoothly against me. I felt her
small butt flex, a light pulse, against my pussy, as we danced.
    "Zoya. . .I can hardly walk like this. . ." as I
watched her hips meet my own gyration, her bare slit opening
slightly with each twist.
    "Sshh. . .I bet I can make a chill go up your back."
    "How?"
    "Want to bet?"
    She moved absently, her panties sliding a bit down her
legs. "Okay. . ."
    "What do you bet?"
    "Hmm?"
    "What do you want to bet?"
    "Ohh. . ." She was obviously concentrating more on the
feel of my hips behind her as they pressed into her, moving her
around. . . "Umm. . .I don't know. . ."
    "Okay, how about. . ." I reached around and palmed her
taut tummy, pressing myself harder into her smooth bottom,
"how about. . .loser has to give the winner a massage."
    Missy's arms were still above her head, though now just
an afterthought, hanging high like small ripe fruit. "Ooh,
massage, yeah, I want that."
    "Well, so do I. Ready?"
    Melissa smiled, a malicious grin. "Yeah, do your
worst."
    I smiled to myself, and leaned down to Missy's bare,
thin shoulder. I kissed the tan skin.
    "Nothin'", Missy murmured.
    I kissed again, moving a little bit at a time towards
the girl's neck. A light, soft blush began rising on Missy's
chest. She took a small, shaky breath. "Nope," she breathed.
    Now my lips closed gently on the long, smooth muscle
that connected the girl's shoulder to her neck. And I wet that
area, warmly, softly, and began running my loose mouth up
towards Missy's head. The girl shuddered.
    "WohhHHHHhhh. . ."
    And baaaack came my mouth, sliding along the sensitive
ridge, now lightly biting, sucking.
    A bolt of sheer, electric pleasure shot through Melissa
as she stood, head tilted. "OhhHHHHHH!!! Grandmaaa!" Her knees
came together, squeezing her thighs, and her panties slid to
the ground.
    My wet mouth came away and I looked up, atwinkle, and
settled on my granddaughter's eyes in the mirror.
    Missy's face was ablaze. Her eyes were teary. She
smiled weakly. "So when do you want your massage?"
    I smiled primly, triumphant. "Now, please." And I
shucked my suit and lay naked on the rug.
        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Missy stood, her panties in a bunch at her feet. She blinked,
mildly astonished at the path this extraordinary vacation was
taking. She'd had a vague idea of teasing her Grandma, aware as
she was of the woman's apparent lust for her nubile little bod.
But now. . .boyoboy, she felt like maybe she'd waded in over
her head.
    I mean, look! There, lying comfortably face-up on the
floor, was Zoya, her own, old Grandmother. And she was naked!
And what fascinated Missy even more was the way Zoya lay: her
eyes were closed, her arms behind her head, and her tanned,
firm legs were parted. . . Missy could see everything! Her
grandmother's's vagina was so womanly, so. . . ripe-looking. It
made Missy feel really strange, like her legs were jelly. She
took a quavering breath.
    Zoya spoke with her eyes closed."Before I get my
well-deserved massage, I need you to put lotion on my back."
She looked around herself. "Now where did I put my drink? Hmm.
Oh, yes." And she knelt up  and leaned over the couch to
retrieve her drink on the table behind it. As she took a long
draught, one knee down and one up,  Missy couldn't help
marveling at how unconcerned Zoya was about her nudity. She
also couldn't help noticing the smooth femininity of her
bottom, and the little shadow below that outlined her
bottom-hole! Missy swallowed.
    Her grandmother put the drink back down and remained as she
was. She put a hand on her thigh and smiled. "You don't mind
putting some lotion  my back, do you, honey?"  "Oh no. No,"
Missy breathed. And Zoya got back on the floor, and lay on her
stomach.It still felt very weird seeing Zoya, who'd been
babysitting Missy since she was an infant-- naked. And here
Missy was, looking right down on her naked bottom. Zoya had
always been very, well, elegant, she thought, like one of those
French perfume-company owner ladies, and also very athletic.
She was quite the tennis player at the club. Missy thought back
to the last match she'd watched her grandmother play, her
tanned, handsome face deeply concentrated, the way her sleekly
muscled thighs rippled as she ran, the way her tight bottom
clenched in those brief tennis panties as she tensed at the
net. And now here was that same beautiful bottom, naked. It
kind of took the little fifth-grader's breath away. She reached
for the lotion.
    Zoya turned her head and looked at her
granddaughter."Do all of me on the back, will you, Honey? I
don't want to burn my fanny." And she wiggled it a bit to make
her point. "So. . . you're all set for the final test, huh?"
    And Missy began talking to her grandma about her feelings
about the test as she spread the lotion over her back, at first
tentatively, then more confidently smoothing the unguent along
the older woman's warm and muscled back. Her small hands slowed
as she reached the woman's waist, where dimples gave way to the
slight rise of her paler and softer-skinned bottom.
    "Missy, sweetie, I think you'll do great. You deserve it."
As the child paused, Zoya turned. "Do you mind, honey? My
behind just burns so easily. I can never lotion it up enough to
help that. Just put a whole bunch on and work it in. Could you
please do that for me, Missy?" The young girl nodded, feeling
flushed, as if she was in on some exciting secret with the
woman.
    "Here," Zoya turned more fully around, and Missy caught a
glimpse of a smallish breast with a large dark halo around the
nipple. And the nipple itself was so much longer than it had
been before! Like the tip of a little finger! "If you scoot on
up here on the chaise and kneel between my legs it'll make it a
lot easier for you," and the older woman parted her legs and
pointed to the area between them behind her. Missy dutifully
stepped over the woman's leg and knelt in the space. "Okay," as
her grandmother lay back down, "lotion away!"
    The girl didn't know what to do with all the strange
feelings that coursed through her little 10-year-old body. Here
she was looking at, almost into, her grandma's  vagina! Zoya,
who was once even her den mother in the Brownies, for gosh
sake, and Missy was staring at the woman's full bottom and
shiny-lipped vagina, and was feeling all warm and hungry in her
own tiny vagina. And Zoya, without turning, patted the ground
to find the lotion, picked it up, and squirted a big gob of it
onto her left cheek. "Go."
    Missy gently laid a hand on the lotion and began a soft
circular movement.
    "Use both hands, Missy hon. And rub it in hard." Zoya
actually punctuated the order with a small contraction of her
butt, sending a warm jolt through the little girl's belly.
Okay, she thought, if this is what you want. And she squirted
another dollop on the other cheek and squished her other hand
onto it. With both hands she pulled down hard, sliding the
resilient cheeks toward the lithe legs, then she began her
upswing, her little hands pushing the oiled cheeks upwards.
    As she did this, she saw what the action revealed: her
grandmother's bottom hole -- what a strange and exciting sight!
To see this woman's most secret place. It was as if time
stopped for a moment. She noticed a mole on the inner cheek, a
little lower, kind of like Cindy Crawford, she thought -- if
this bottom was Cindy's face, and the little muscle-hole her
mouth. And the hole itself! A fascinating spot of flesh, kind
of like an inverted version of the woman's dark nipple: a
small, brownish, squiggly pit whose dark vortex glistened.  And
as she gazed at it, pausing on the upswing, she could have
sworn it moved. She saw the older woman's dark little hole
quiver, almost wink. Another downswing, circle, and Slide! it
was opened to her again.
    "Oh, honey, that's right, that's perfect," purred her
grandma as Missy kneaded her ass. The little girl felt proud
that her efforts were successful, and redoubled them, feeling
the woman begin to push up to her as she push-spread the cheeks
open. "That's great, honey -- in between too, remember. . ."
    Missy edged her thumbs closer to the cute little puckered
star. Zoya's bottom was really starting to clench and widen on
each circle, and as the little girl continued, the woman
reached blindly for the lotion and squirted a great blob right
on her hole. This made things easier for Missy, and now she did
indeed get in-between as well, running her thumbs bumping and
sliming right over the woman's active anus. Missy noticed that
the older woman's bottom hole was opening and closing, almost
nipping at her thumbs as they glided over.
    Zoya seemed a bit winded. "Okay now, Missy, Missy," she
breathed unsteadily, "what I need for you to do, what you have
to do for me now is, keep rubbing in the lotion, that is
helping sooo much, and with one thumb, one thumb put into my
rectum. Just put one thumb right in there, honey, it's really
good for my circulation."
    And Missy, feeling like this was the best secret she'd ever
been a part of, placed her small right thumb onto the dark,
shiny, pink-centered hole. She felt it pucker to her. "Like
this?"
    "That's right honey, push it. . .uhh, . . . in, push it in
as far as you can, okay?"
    "Okay," Missy whispered, as she sank her thumb deep into
her grandma's asshole. The woman was almost on her knees, her
bottom was raised so high towards the little girl.
    "Push. . .push. . .ahhh, God, yeah, honey, that's goood.
Wiggle it in my asshole. Ohhh, yes, honey, oh my God. . .!"
Zoya's eyes were squeezed shut as her hand crept under her body
to her vagina. Missy watched as the manicured fingers began
rubbing at the woman's oily vagina.
    "Ohh, Missy, nngg. . .Okay, okay, now pull out slow, dear,
slooow, that's right, oohhhh, GOD, uhhhh. . .Uh! uh! . ." Now
Zoya's other hand came swooping around to grab her
granddaughter's thin wrist. The woman held Missy's hand as she
plunged the girl's thumb in and out, in and out of her ass,
fast, coming, coming so hard. . .