Grandpa’s Favorite Stroller Girl

Kyra adjusted the stroller handle and kept walking, hips swaying a little more than they needed to. The pink shorts rode high on her thighs with every step, the little white ties bouncing against her skin. Her black crop top clung tight across her chest, the hem sitting just under her tits so her stomach stayed bare the whole time. She knew the old man was watching. He’d been sitting on the porch when she left with the baby, and she could still feel his eyes on her ass.

Grandfather’s thoughts:

Jesus Christ. Nineteen years old and walking around in those little shorts like she doesn’t know what they do to a man. The fabric’s so thin I can see the shape of her pussy every time she moves. Those thick thighs are fucking perfect — soft enough to sink my fingers into, strong enough to clamp around my head. And that top… every bounce of those big tits makes the neckline dip. I can see the underside of them. I’d pay to get my mouth on those. The way she pushes that stroller, ass sticking out, makes me want to come up behind her and just yank those shorts to the side. Slide right in while she’s still holding the handle. She’s so young. So fucking soft. I’d ruin her.

Kyra glanced back once, just enough to catch him still staring. Heat crawled up her neck. She didn’t hate it. The old man was always polite, always offered to help, but the way his eyes dropped to her chest and stayed there made her stomach twist in a way she wasn’t ready to talk about. She was just helping the neighbors. Just practicing for someday. That’s what she told herself while she walked a little slower, letting the shorts dig in between her cheeks.

Grandfather’s thoughts:

She’s looking back again. Fuck. Does she know? She has to. Look at that body — tits barely contained, ass hanging out of those shorts, walking my great-grandkid around like she’s already a mommy. I’d love to put a baby in her myself. Bend her over the stroller and fill her up until she’s dripping down those thick thighs. She’d be so tight. So warm. I can already picture my cock splitting her open while she tries to keep quiet so the baby doesn’t wake up. She’d let me. I know she would. That little curious look she gives me… she wants to know what an old man feels like.

Kyra stopped at the end of the block and bent to check the baby, knowing full well how the shorts stretched across her ass when she did it. The fabric pulled tight enough that the outline of her pussy was obvious from behind. She stayed like that a second longer than she needed to, heart pounding, wondering if he was still hard on the porch thinking about her. The idea made her wet. She didn’t fix the shorts when she stood up.

Grandfather’s thoughts:

She bent over on purpose. Holy shit. That ass is right there — full, round, just begging to be grabbed. I can see the soft curve of her cunt through the fabric. I’d walk over right now if my knees would let me. Pull those shorts down, spit on her, and push in while she’s still leaning over the stroller. Make her take every inch until she’s shaking and leaking around me. She’s nineteen. Fresh. Perfect. And she keeps coming back. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

Kyra started walking again, the stroller wheels clicking on the sidewalk. She could feel how wet her shorts were getting and didn’t care. Let him look. Let him think about it. She was just the girl next door taking the baby for a walk… and she was already thinking about what it would feel like if he ever asked her to stay after.