Hot, Young And Hungry
The story begins soon after I turned 20, Mom was 40, and Grandma was 60. And a young 60 at that. Grandma Amanda was a voluptuous woman, in the sensual meaning of the word. Although she hadn't any accent, she looked very French.
Her hair is supposed to be blond, almost platinum, but she dies it at her whim, which is often. I've seen her with brown hair, black, flaming red, but my favorite, next to natural is auburn. But today, she is blond, with a few dark strands that really stand out when she...her hair is wet.
Grandma loves to have her hair down, and it usually is to her shoulders on the sides and the middle of her back in the, well, back.
She has taken to wearing it teased out on the sides, flaring to almost her shoulders, then it curls back to meld with the flowing softness down her back.
Many times, I have run my fingers through her hair, braiding it, smelling it, but life didn't begin until I felt her drag her hair over my naked body, letting the soft ends caress their way down from my shoulders, over my nipples, across my stomach, and around my crotch.