The next two days and nights I spent with my granddaughters. I am a very active grandmother and I don’t sit around the house when they are with me and knit and bake cookies while they play. I do bake them cookies and feed them things their mother does not approve of, but I am their grandmother and that’s expected of me. I take them places, get down and dirty with them and play games with them, play with them in the park, and enjoy being active with them.I didn’t spend the two days and nights pining over Derrick or thoughts of him and the sex we had did not consume my mind. I had my granddaughters and that was more important to me. I did not lay awake in bed at night thinking of the younger boy. My granddaughters like to get in bed with their old grandmother and I would read to them or tell them stories of their grandfather until they fall asleep in my bed.The only time I thought of Derrick those two days and nights was when I came home after taking my granddaughters to the Museum of Arts and Science. The museum was having a dinosaur exhibit with lifelike, animatronic dinosaurs. When we got home that Friday, I noticed Derrick had finished the yard work. I thought that was sweet.I also noticed he did not take the envelope of the money I left him for payment of the yardwork and was going to talk to him about that. I was paying him for the work he did around the house and I was not his girlfriend that he did things like yardwork for free because we were now lovers.Saturday after their other grandparents, my son-in-law’s parents, picked them up from my house I was alone and did have thoughts of the younger man and the things we did.I didn’t have remorse or guilt or shameful thoughts about it. I didn’t think that I made a mistake and it would never happen again. I wanted it to happen again and spend more time with Derrick. I thought of how nice it was to have him in bed next to me, the playful banter we had, and of course the sex. I was not ashamed of myself.I had some errands to do before my date that night and did a little shopping. I went and got my nails done and while at the nail salon, I got the crazy idea of something else. I shopped to buy some new, sexier panties and bras. Nothing slutty like thongs, I did not like wearing thongs, but tasteful and sexier lacey panties and bras.Later I got ready for my date. The man was picking me up at six-thirty and we were going out for dinner. He told me the restaurant we were going to and I dressed accordingly. I wore my blue dress of modest length and high neckline and a matching lite weight jacket over it. It was going to be chilly that evening. I wore a pair of blue heels on my feet. I did not wear a pair of my new panties or one of the new bras. The man was not going to see me out of my dress so it didn’t matter what I wore under it.The date was nice. The man was very gentlemanly and polite and the conversation was pleasant even after he picked up the signals that I was not interested in another date. I was home a little before nine that evening.When I got home I washed my face of makeup and put on my around-the-house clothes. Nothing sexy, trust me. A pair of baggy lounge pants with the Ağrı Escort University of Georgia logo and mascot printed on them and an oversized tee shirt. I then sat down on the sofa in the den of my home and started watching a series on a streaming network I had been watching.I kept thinking of Derrick and what he was doing. I knew he was out with his friends and I wondered what they were doing. I was not having jealous thoughts of him being with a younger pretty girl his age. If he was then he was. I was not jealous of that. Soon my thoughts of him turned to the time we spent in bed together and it was not long before I became aroused and started fidgeting on the sofa and could not focus on the series I was watching. To be blunt, I was horny.I then tried reading a book I had recently purchased to get my mind off the boy. Even though I was enjoying the book it didn’t work and I kept thinking of Derrick. The sex we had, of us kissing, me giving him a blowjob, of his body, him going down on me and using his fingers inside me, and how he smelled. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was only a little after ten.I picked up my phone off the end table and thought about texting Derrick. I didn’t and put the phone down. I didn’t want to ruin his night with his friends and I did not want to appear desperate. Two minutes later I picked it up again and started typing him a text. I didn’t send it and put the phone down. The third time I picked up the phone a minute later I did send the text.I am home. Been home for about an hour. Just wanted to let you know I was safe.Yes, it was a stupid text to send, but again I did not want to seem desperate. It took about fifteen minutes for him to reply.Ok, glad you are safe. At a friend’s house. He is having a party while his parents are gone. Hope you had a nice time. Did you get any, he added the eggplant emoji.I laughed at that.No, I would rather have your, and I added the eggplant emoji.It took Derrick twenty minutes to respond. After about ten minutes I thought he was not going to because he was having fun and did not want to have a text conversation to interrupt his good time.I can be there in about thirty minutes and give you all the (eggplant emoji) you want, was his reply.I laughed at that.Have you been drinking? I replied. I did not want him drinking and driving.Had a beer about two hours ago and just coke after that.I replied I don’t want to take you away from your party. I lied. The truth was I did want him to come over.It’s lame. I would rather have my head between your legs tasting your pussy instead of being at a party where the boys outnumber the girls by about 5 to 1, he sent back.I blushed but the thought sent pleasurable goosebumps over my arms.30 minutes? I replied.Yes, see you then. Wear something sexy. I want to see you in something sexy, he repliedMy goosebumps became larger and my body felt flushed and I felt a tingle between my legs from the last text he sent. I liked him telling me to wear something sexy. It had been a long time since a man told me to dress sexy for him.Ok, I sent my last text and he did not reply. There was no need to.I put my phone down and Ağrı Escort Bayan went upstairs to my bedroom to change. I brushed out my hair, and my teeth and reapplied my makeup. I then had to decide what to wear.I assumed by sexy he meant some type of lingerie and not clothes. I had sexy lingerie I used to wear for my husband, but they were buried deep somewhere in my closet or somewhere in my chest of drawers. I had not worn them in a long time and I did not want to wear them for Derrick. They were outfits I used to wear for my husband and I just did not think they would be appropriate to wear for another man. I suddenly grinned mischievously when the idea of what to wear hit me.While I was waiting for Derrick, I placed a throw blanket over the seat and back of the sofa in the den. Guests and family sat on that sofa and I did not want the sofa stained with sex fluids. It was much easier to wash the blanket than have the sofa cleaned. I was not assuming we would have sex on the sofa but was pretty sure I would at least be giving him a blow job in the den. I was just the type of person who planned things out; sometimes so much that it annoyed people.I was that type when planning vacations that had the itinerary list months in advance of the things we would do and the sites we would see. I was the type of person who planned out in advance what I was going to cook each night of the week. I even planned out my weekly household chores; this day was for vacuuming, that day was for cleaning the bathrooms, this day was for washing clothes, etc.It was not that I could not be spontaneous, I could be and often did spontaneous things, but if I had the time I would plan things out. I was a planner and liked to be organized.I looked over the sofa and decided I should place another blanket down. Derrick arrived about five minutes later.I was not worried about my neighbors seeing his car, well truck. He drove an older model pickup truck he saved money from his summer jobs to buy. I lived in the suburbs of the city, not a rural area. The neighborhood I lived in had large land lots and the houses were not close together. My house, like most on the street where I lived, was set away from the street and you could not see the end of the driveway of my house from the road. The backyard, where the pool was, didn’t even have a privacy fence around it, there was no need. My house had a lot of privacy as the other houses did on my street.When I answered the door to let Derrick in, I was wearing my bathrobe. It was a modest robe that came down just below my knees. I had the belt cinched tight and the neckline closed high up, but you could see some gold, sparkling sequences at my neck. I could not hide that part of the outfit I had on under the robe because it had a high neckline. As soon as Derrick walked into my house and I shut the door we started kissing in the foyer. We kissed deeply and passionately. When his hands tried to open my robe I playfully slapped them.“Not now, but soon,” I told him with a grin on my face. “Are you hungry or want anything…don’t give me that look,” I giggled when he grinned. “I mean food or a snack, not Escort Ağrı me.” The motherly side of me was coming out.“Yeah, I am kind of hungry. I didn’t eat dinner and all they had at the party was chips,” he admitted. He then grinned up at me. “Need to have my strength for tonight.”I blushed at his comment and took his hand and led him to the dining room. Derrick sat down at the table and I went to find him something to eat. I fixed him a plate of leftover lasagna I made the previous night for my granddaughters and poured him a glass of sweet iced tea. I was glad he was going to eat it because I was not big into leftovers. I warmed up the lasagna in the microwave. Before I went into the dining room I took off my robe.When Derrick saw what I was wearing he laughed but he was not laughing at me or the outfit. I knew that by the way his eyes roamed up and down my body. I put the plate and glass on the table and was about to sit down.“No, wait,” he told me. “Stand over there.” He pointed to an area in the room away from the table.I stood where he told me to and the boy took out his cell phone and pointed it at me.“Do you mind?” he asked. I knew he wanted to take a photo.“Why so you can show all your friends the older woman you are having sex with?” I asked, but in a playful tone.“You know I would not do that,” he told me. I believed him. “You just look so sexy and I want to keep the photo for myself.”I grinned. “And do what when you look at it?” I teased.Derrick smiled. “What you liked watching me do the other day,” he confessed without shame.I blushed again but nodded my head to give him permission and posed for him.I was not wearing any sexy lingerie or just a bra and panties or anything that I would be ashamed for people to see a photo of me wearing. The outfit I was wearing many people had seen at football games and the occasional parades we had in the city.I had put on my high school drill team uniform. It was cut like a leotard, was a yellow-gold color, and had sparking sequences around the beast line and neckline. The uniform had fringes on my shoulders and across my chest and fringes around my waist that dangled down to my upper thighs and the bottom of the uniform. I wore it because I remembered Derick telling me he would like to see me in it when I told him I could still fit in it. I thought it would be fun and sexy to wear for him.“Send me that photo,” I told Derrick after he took my picture. “I want to post it on my Facebook so Melanie Hodgins will see it.”“Who is Melanie Hodgins?” the boy asked.I laughed. “A girl in my grade from high school who beat me out of the last spot on the cheerleading squad. I had to join the drill team instead for extracurricular activities on my college applications. I really wanted to be a cheerleader. But when that bitch sees that picture she will be jealous because there is no way that she could fit into her high school cheerleading uniform now.”I puffed out my cheeks and made a motion with my arms of someone bloating up and getting fat.Derrick laughed. “You are so mean.”I smiled and sat down and watched him eat. After he was done we both stood up and I took his plate to take back into the kitchen. He grabbed my arm and went to kiss me again. I pushed him away.“Eww, no, you have lasagna breath,” I teased. “In the bathroom at the end of the hall, there is a toothbrush and toothpaste. The toothbrush has not been used and is still in the package.”