3He sat opposite his wife in the self-service cafe idly watching the queue while she wrote postcards to their married children. On holiday in Dorset for the sixth successive year, he was feeling bored and aware that the years were slipping by.
Debating whether another biscuit would be catastrophic to his waistline, he looked up at the displayed price list and saw the youngster make for a table in the corner.
His pulse rate increased as his eyes registered the vision. Young, a little over eighteen at a guess. Elfin faced, she glowed with the bloom of youth. Long golden curls down past her shoulders, drawn back to expose the ears and a pair of extrovert pendants hanging from dainty lobes. No obvious make-up except a trace of shadow above the big blue orbs that were her eyes.
He watched with fascination as she sipped cola through a straw, emphasising the natural pout of her mouth.
Dressed in a loose, mauve cheesecloth blouse and tight denim jeans she was an absolute picture.
Emotions, long dormant, began to perk up as he began to fantasise about how she'd look without the clothes, guessing she would have well shaped breasts above the tiny waist.
He adjusted his position to take the pressure off the erection beginning to throb between his legs.
Watching, entranced by her natural beauty and enjoying the erotic sensations rippling along his shaft as he clenched the muscles in his groin, he noticed she kept looking around the room like a startled gazelle, as if uncomfortable at being alone. Their eyes locked for a brief second and he smiled before she pouted further and looked away.
His reverie broke as his wife indicated she was done, passing him the cards to read before dragging him away to buy stamps.
He stood outside the Post Office while his partner queued at the counter, and suddenly the youngster was beside him.
"I saw the way you were looking at me," she whispered urgently. "If you want me, be in the lay-by outside Scott's camp site at seven this evening."
He opened his mouth in surprise, but she'd gone long before he'd thought of any response.
The rest of the day was spent on the seafront, apparently admiring the formal flower beds and listening to the music at the bandstand, while his mind was preoccupied with the girl and her invitation.
Was she really offering herself to him? Should he follow the invitation through? Was it right to go sniffing around such a gorgeous youngster at his age, especially when his wife had forgiven his last misdemeanour a few years ago?
Hell, it's been a long time since I've broken fresh ground, he decided finally, and there's no way I should pass up this chance if I can get away with it.
After their meal in the rented caravan he carefully manipulated his spouse.
"What do you feel like doing?" He asked innocently. "The weather is so nice, I'd like to go out again."
"Don't be silly," she replied in surprise. "It's the Oprah Winfrey show tonight, followed by the serial that started last week. Can't miss that!"
"I'm a bit fed up watching the television every night," he whinged. "I feel like doing something different."
"You do what you like," she snapped, "but I'm watching the programmes."
"You wouldn't mind if I went out for a mooch around on my own?"
