Authors note.
This is chapter 12 of an ongoing series of true stories that i have moved from loving wives.
Chapters 1 to 11 can be found there.
When i told john he was very excited indeed, i had been trying now for weeks to coax a meeting out of alan. He is very shy and cautious so my approach had to be purposely slow, i didn't want to scare him off.
Yes he was flirty with a keyboard but the phone calls had been a big step for him, he had been nervous about giving his number out and susan finding out about me.
Then, as his confidence grew stronger I'd managed to go that one step further......by talking him through a masturbation session.
And now this, an actual meeting.
Both myself and john knew that alan was more suited to our needs.
His personality was very similar to neil but then there was the bonus of his age..... perfect for my old man fetish.
Later that same day, alan emailed me with a location and a date and time.
It was 2 days away, i could hardly wait......
The meeting.
Getting up off my seat and pressing stop button i held on to the stantion as the double decker slowed down.
It's engine whining as the driver changed down through the gears.
Coming to a stop i get off, thanking the lady driver as i do so.
Stepping down onto the pavement, my short heels clicking as i walked off towards the center of this unfamiliar village.
Alan had told me there was a nice quiet pub that opened on a morning to serve breakfast, tea and coffee etc.
It was one where nobody would know him, in a village miles away from both our homes.
So very cautious.
He'd actually heard about it on facebook of all places.
Despite clearly having the advantage over alan, in that through our conversations i gathered i was far more experienced sexually, what i was about to do still set my heart racing and gave me butterflies in my belly.
The old familiar nervous excitement rush, this time it's cause was a simple meeting in a pub......with a man almost old enough to be my grandad.
The pub, the golden lion, was now in view just a hundred yards down the road but i had to stop to pull one of my stockings up.....for the third time.
Making sure nobody was nearby, i hitched up my skirt and adjusted it.
Hold ups.....they never do!
John had chosen them for me despite my protests, i knew what would happen.
They did look pretty though. White opaque thigh high hold ups complete with little red bows at the top.
To complete the set i had white satin french knickers and a white lacy bra which squashed my boobs together nicely to produce a lot of inviting deep cleavage.
Although alan thought this was just a friendly chat, i had other ideas and had come prepared.
Over the top of this i was dressed smartly in a grey suit jacket, grey mid length skirt and white blouse with just the right amount of buttons undone to reveal some cleavage.
My hair was tied back in a french braid.
I looked quite formal, as though going for a job interview.
John said i had a school teacher look about me. Which is something that came in handy years later.....but that's another story.
As i approached the pub i checked the time, it was 10.15 not bad, bit late but that didn't matter.
We'd arranged to meet at 10 but I'd had to get 2 buses, one into town then the second to this obscure village, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
There was only a smattering of houses, the pub and a post office.
As i reached the pub i passed an old style red phone box which had had its phone removed and was now home to a small collection of books, it was one of those book exchange phone boxes..... quaint.
Upon entering the pub i stopped in my tracks and looked around, to say i was surprised would be an understatement.
The pub was packed full of people, talking, laughing. Classic FM was on in the background, i recognised a piece by mozart.
A strong smell of cooking breakfasts hung in the air and as i took in the atmosphere a pretty waitress walked past smiling, holding a large plate full of bacon, eggs, sausage etc.
I smiled back.....and swallowed. Suddenly feeling hungry but also immediately noticing my attention had been averted from my anxious state.....
Bugger! I hate that, when you become aware that you were..... blissfully unaware.
With my nervousness firmly reinstated i began making my way through to the lounge area where alan said he would be waiting.
The pub had a lovely old fashioned feel to it, with stout dark wooden beams crisscrossing the ceiling.
It had a war time aviation theme with lots of old black and white pictures of aircraft, aircrew and pilots.
World war 2 memorabilia hung off the walls, some with information tags proclaiming the objects origin, complete with dates etc.
At the back of the bar hung a huge picture of an old aeroplane, which alan later told me was a lancaster bomber. The picture was big, about 8 feet long.
The photo had been taken facing the aircraft as it stood on the ground surrounded by aircrew, some were sat on the wings.
According to alan, who again later told me, the pub had been the 'local' of aircrew at a long since disused nearby airbase.
I kept on past the bar area and into a slightly less busy lounge with lots of tables with seated folks busily tucking into their delicious looking food.
At the far end of this room, a huge open fireplace with a roaring fire provided the centre of attraction.
I instantly felt at home and also experienced a strong déjà vu feeling.....very strange sensation.... that diverted my attention for a moment.
Until my eyes fell upon alan sat alone in a corner, staring into his cup.
He looked extremely nervous and out of place, a few people were actively glancing at him as they stuffed bits of food into their mouths.
Evidently alan had aroused their interest. Perhaps his likeness to howard had provoked a response.
Speaking of which, i was suddenly hit by an attack of the giggles.
Mainly because of alans appearance but also I'm the type that in high stress situations often do get a sudden attack of light heartedness.
However i soon recovered as alan noticed me approaching.
His face was a picture, if someone could look pleased to see you but also terrified to see you at the same time.....
He was clearly much more nervous than myself, and this knowledge boosted my confidence.
I smiled warmly as i approached, watching alan get up and offer me his hand to shake.
My mind briefly making a connection to our recent phone call in which alan had put the very same hand to good use while i spoke softly in his ear.
He managed a smile back and in a quiet voice greeted me with a polite 'good morning pippa dear'.
What struck me immediately about alan is how short he is. I'm 5'3" and he was almost on a level with me. I later found out he's just 5'4".
Also he is only slightly built, being very thin.
Alan offered me a chair, pulling it out for me like a true gentleman......and gentlemen....for me at least.....are a turn on.
He sat down and we began chatting.
Alan telling me he was worried i wasn't going to turn up but so very happy i had.
I apologised and explained about the buses, alan was very understanding
"No..no...it's alright pippa i understand about the buses i was just worried you'd got cold feet"
His eyes kept wondering down to the bit of cleavage i had on show, cautiously snatching a look when he didn't think i was looking.
"You look lovely my dear.....very nicely dressed.....that outfit suits you......and your hair....."
I let him go on for a while admiring my appearance, soaking up the flattery and charm. Alan was making me feel very special.....in more ways than one.
He certainly is a charmer I'll give him that.
As I listened to his soothing voice it suddenly occurred to me who he sounded like.
