The Game

He walked down the hall, to his home office. Her bedroom door was closed as he walked by, but his footsteps were solid, so she had to have heard him trapse past. He sat at his computer, sipping coffee and doing an AI search on a couple of question marks that he had in his head. After several minutes, he decided to refill his cup and headed back to the kitchen. Her door was still closed. After getting the refill, he walked back down the hall to his office, he noticed that her bedroom door was cracked open, allowing a small panorama, consisting of her bed, and the area immediately next to it. She was standing, back to the door, but at an angle allowing a clear picture of her small, but pointy breast as she pulled her t-shirt off, over her head. She had to have heard him walking by. She didn't stop. Didn't try to quickly pull her top back down. Just held the pose a little too long. She kept the t-shirt over her face, giving the impression of innocence. He continued into his office, getting a little hard, but admonishing himself for it at the same time. He heard her rummaging around in her room for a bit. He rarely closed his office door, and hers was still cracked open.

After a bit, he decided to get more coffee. Part of it was the want of coffee, but part of it was the need for closure, or hopefully, another peek. He walked by again, but going in that direction, he couldn't look in, so he just walked on by. She had to have heard. He would have to wait until his return pass. As he came back down the hall, he saw that the door was still partially open, still giving him a full view of the bed. She was laying on her stomach, facing away from him, head on the opposite end, legs toward the door. She was naked. Legs apart. Knees bent with her feet pointed toward the ceiling. He had a clear view of her trimmed and smooth pussy. It was as if it were on display for him, and him only. He stopped and gazed. He couldn't help it. He was rock hard. Then he continued into his office. She had to have heard. She had to have noticed that he had stopped, then moved on. She had to have heard.

The door to her room was right next to the door to his office. As he looked out from his desk, he could see her partially open door. He could not see in the room from his office, or at this angle, just a full view of the door itself. He saw the door open fully, and she stepped out, wrapped in a towel.

She paused and looked at him, "Good morning grandpa, I'm going to take a shower," and she made a U-turn into the bathroom door that was right next to her room. She hadn't needed to do that. There was a door to that same bathroom, directly from her bedroom. She could have just gone in that way, as she normally did. She didn't.

He waited until he heard the shower running, then he slipped into her room. She had left the door open. Her t-shirt was lying on the floor, but her panties were on her bed, at the foot of the bed, on full display to the fully open door. They hadn't been there when he had walked by, earlier, when she was lying there naked. It was almost as it they were put there on purpose. He was hard again as he picked them up and gave them a sniff. He put them back, exactly as they had been. Then he slipped over to the bathroom door. The one from her room. The one she could have used, but hadn't. It was partially open. Closed just enough, so that you would need to peek around it to see anything. He peeked. He saw her naked body in the shower through the clear plastic shower curtain. She was facing the door, so he jumped back, and slowly tried to peek back in. She had turned her face away now, but her body was on full display. He stroked his cock as he watched. She turned back toward the door, but kept her face aimed away, letting him see her, without getting caught. He saw her smiling, but not looking at him. She had to know he was there.

She reached back and turned the shower off. He started to jump back, but hesitated as she stretched her arms up over her head, and gave a yawn, eyes closed, allowing him another look at her full frontal view. She kept her eyes closed, but was smiling as she reached to pull the shower curtain open. He tried to jump back, but his feet were frozen. She had to know he was there. She reached out for the towel, instinctively knowing where it was. Eyes still closed. Still smiling. She had to know he was there. She pulled the towel around herself, and he broke free, retreating back into her room, heading for the exit. She must have known he'd been there.

As he passed her bed, he glanced at the panties. Hi picked them up, sniffed them again, savoring the aroma, then tossed them up to the other end of her bed, and onto her pillow. He was playing her game. He was letting her know he'd been there.

She came out of the bathroom and stopped at his door, holding the towel in place. It wasn't tied.

"I love you grandpa," she said, looking him in the eyes, the longing, the passion, the offering up, all present in the look she gave him. She turned and stepped into her room, letting the towel drop to the floor as she went in, allowing him a peek at her tight little ass as she disappeared. He stared at the towel on the floor, just outside her door. Trying to make sense of everything.

"Why are my dirty panties on my pillow?" he heard her ask herself form the other room. Then he saw her poke her head out of her room, and look at him, one naked breast exposed. "Did you put these on my pillow, grandpa?" She grinned. "You are so bad," she laughed, and dropped them on the floor, on top of the towel. She blew him a kiss and said, "You better do something with these before grandma gets home," and she went back in, closing the door this time.

Checkmate!