Down the Lane

Saturday night at the chinese buffet restaurant...

Returning to the table with plate number four, Becky sits down opposite her friend Liz and their rather one sided conversation continued.

Liz was a good friend and had been since they were at primary school together, she was her best friend, but as they say could, 'talk the back legs off a donkey', one of her negative attributes.

They were few in number, but another, in Becky's humble opinion was her friend's sexual promiscuity. Liz had a heart of gold but would probably be described as a 'slapper' by most people who knew her.

She'd had many boyfriends in the past and was currently entertaining three guys. Not all at the same time, but that was something she had done before. Her latest affair was just that, as it involved sleeping with a married man thirty years her senior, behind hapless regular boyfriend Sam's back. Fella number three happened to be the delivery driver for a local chinese takeaway, Liz had a thing for oriental men, hence her excitement at Becky's choice to visit the newly opened chinese buffet.

As she listened to Liz describing a recent night out with the married guy, Becky allowed her mind to tune out and wander back to earlier that evening, recalling her walk down the lane and second encounter with charming elderly gentleman Harry, who she found increasingly interesting.

This time, after a warm greeting they chatted for over an hour while sitting side by side on a large log, part of a fallen tree that had been sawn into several sections.

A lot of information was exchanged, and although some of it was quite personal it hadn't felt wrong or uncomfortable, quite the opposite, Harry proving as predicted, to be a good listener.

The conversation had initially been about employment, Harry enquiring as to Becky's job, a subject which she felt a little embarrassed about as McDonald's wasn't exactly a high flying career choice.

After Becky ridiculed her job Harry had immediately brushed this to one side and told her there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that at least she had steady employment, which was something to be proud of.

The man had a knack of making her feel respected and special, and this instilled her with a strong sense of trust, so much so that during the course of their dialogue she'd even opened up to him about Sean and what had happened.

Harry listened patiently while Becky described accidently witnessing her boyfriend kissing another woman...and all that had transpired since, Sean trying to worm his way back into her life by pretending it was a one off incident, a moment of madness.

This of course, was all lies. Becky learnt that Sean had been seeing this other girl regularly for weeks and not only that but had also been with two others during the course of their relationship. She'd learned all this from one of the previous girl's sisters no less, who knew Becky as a casual acquaintance, apparently Sean was quite the ladies man and a serial liar.

After opening up to Harry he first offered his sincere sympathies that she had to put it with that kind of behaviour, then said something off hand that aroused her interest and once again left her feeling very special.

Initially advising her not to have anything else to do with Sean, he then went on to say men like that who didn't realise how lucky they were to have such a beautiful caring woman in their life, were self centred idiots and best left well alone.

It was spoken with passion and she could hear the anger within his tone. After saying it Harry blushed, something which she'd noticed while in his company before. Her welfare it appeared, was something he felt very strongly about.

Becky was starting to realise that she was having an interesting effect upon Harry, just as he was with her. Indeed, the kindly old gentleman had occupied her mind a lot these past two days...

"Well what would you do?...Bex?...hello?"

Suddenly dragged back into the resteraunt away from thoughts of Harry, Becky gazed with puzzled surprise at her friend, hesitating.

"You haven't been listening to a word have you?" Liz smiles warmly, with more than a little sympathy.

While attempting to wrestle out an embarrassed reply Liz interrupts her with comforting words, reaching out a hand to hers and grasping hold, "Hey...it's alright...it only gets better ok?...forget the bastard he's no good...best advice you'll ever hear...now...I'm gunna get you another drink...what would you like?...my treat."

Becky didn't correct Liz about what was on her mind, she liked to keep Harry to herself at least for now.

Allowing a smile to spread across her face she replied, "You know what I like."

Liz grins knowingly back, "Double drambuie it is...no ice."

Letting go her hand and standing up, Becky watches as her friend strolls off towards the bar, disappearing within the crowds of the bustling resteraunt.

Once again she allows her thoughts to wander back to the earlier conversation with Harry, in which he'd revealed he was seventy seven years old and a great grandfather.

Harry also told Becky about his wife and her illness, confiding in her that he was having great difficulty coping with Ann. It did sound awful, especially how sometimes she didn't recognise him, or believed Harry was someone else.

It was clear to Becky that he was just as comfortable telling her personal things as she was with him, a sure sign of mutual trust.

There was another thing that stuck out in her mind about their interaction, something she'd lied to Harry about... her age.

During a part of their conversation in which Becky was talking about perhaps learning to drive, her age had randomly come up and she'd made herself two years older, it had been a spur of the moment decision and the reason she had done it was at the time quickly pushed to the back of her mind, but now came under scrutiny.

Making herself twenty instead of eighteen sounded better...'Better for what?' A voice in her head enquired, the answer, which she now acknowledged, was that making herself a bit older had been done so as not to put Harry off.

She was worried that upon learning Becky was just a teenager Harry may consider their blossoming friendship a little inappropriate. But this of course didn't make any sense, why would age have anything to do with a friendship?...unless...

'Friendship...or something else,' the voice from within enquired further. This question she also knew the answer to but had one foot firmly entrenched in denial. True, Harry offered a charming friendly distraction to her recent troubles, but there was something else going on here too.

Something which gave her butterflies in her tummy and filled Becky with excitement, for it seemed that the initial attraction to the elderly gent she'd experienced just yesterday, was growing stronger.

And it wasn't just a one sided attraction either, although not as experienced with the opposite sex as her friend Liz, Becky was not naive, all the signs were there and it was obvious Harry was attracted to her too.

But how could she feel this way about another man she hardly knew, and so soon after...him?

The answer was really quite simple, as Becky had already made up her mind regarding Sean. The scale of his cheating and lying being the deciding factor. If it had only been that one time then maybe...maybe she could have taken him back.

But no, not now, not with all that had transpired. She was ready to move on, and if fate had provided a means to move on then so be it.

Becky decided to leave things to chance with Harry, and see what happened. Deep down she knew what she wanted, the evidence spoke for itself. For example, during their conversation earlier she'd made sure Harry knew it was over with Sean, made a point of it. And this was the second occasion when their friendship had been kept a secret, this she found particularly exciting, nobody knew about him.

On parting company, feeling a little mischievous, Becky had given Harry a special look, allowing the attraction she felt for him to show through as their eyes met.

The memory of the elderly gent's subsequent blushing and bashful behaviour still fresh in her mind, now brought a grin to Becky's face, oh he was interested alright...no doubt about it.

This thought, that a great grandfather was interested in her in that way, Becky found very arousing and stirred an urge within, stimulating her imagination...

However, the sight of Liz returning from the bar brought her rudely away from these exciting musings.

Her daydream would have to wait...for now.

**

"Aahhh."

A gasp of relief leaves Harry's gaping mouth as an intense climax grips him. Staring down at the scene playing out on the tablet, a buxom young lady with long dark hair stares right at him, her face red and sweaty contorted with pleasure, behind her making her body shake with each thrust is a much older man, perhaps old enough to be her grandfather.

As his climax leaves him Harry pauses the video abruptly silencing the girls moans of delight, then places the tablet down upon the empty seat next to him.

Laying his head back, catching his breath, it was a good one and he can feel his old heart hammering away. Looking down at his glistening erection held within the grip of right hand, cum oozes down throbbing shaft.

It's saturday evening and Harry is alone at last, save for little Charlie the pomeranian who's safely tucked away in the kitchen behind closed door.

Waiting while the flow of semen has fully stopped Harry cleans himself with a bunch of tissues ready to hand. It's a routine that is very familiar to him, and one which he relishes. Normally enjoyed earlier in the day, this time he had to wait longer as Ann didn't leave until just before Charlie's evening walk.

Margaret, their daughter, couldn't pick her up at the usual time due to an errand for a friend, and thus Harry's solo time had to wait, it was always better when he had the place to himself although there were regular times during the week when his overactive libido needed attention.

Solo time...that's all there was these days, Harry thought as he stood up off the sofa to pull his underparts and trousers back up. It had been many years since he and Ann enjoyed the act of physical love together.

The same age as Harry, Ann went off sex in her mid sixties but would still perform 'favours' for him, hand jobs and titty wanks mainly, as she had never been fond of oral, he could count the number of times she'd blown him during the course of their marriage on both hands and still have a few digits left over.

Then when the illness came, these favours quickly dried up and stopped altogether, partly due to Harry's conscience, he could hardly ask his ill wife to help him out with a stiffy that wouldn't go away.

And so for the past couple of years he had enjoyed the carnal pleasures alone, immersing himself in the world of pornography. A technophobe, Harry tended to shy away from computers and smart phones, only using them in the past for work purposes, however, an intimate conversation with an old friend who was in a similar situation spouse wise, encouraged him to dabble.

Up until that point his medium for relief had been a hoard of old porno magazines discovered dumped in a suitcase on one of Charlie's walks.

When a suitable device had been acquired the many porn sites available were a revelation, he'd heard how much porn was available online but was unprepared for the scale and ease of which it could be accessed.

From then on a whole new world of visual and auditory stimulation opened up. Harry had a thing for two girls with one guy, this was his usual choice of video, all the better if including big age gaps. Young ladies being gangbanged by groups of elderly men were also a favourite.

The star of the show too, had to be a certain type, for Harry appreciated the fuller figure. Broad hips, a fleshy bottom and big boobs were sought, he would often spend an hour surfing his favourite porn site for just the right girl.

This evenings choice of a young buxom lady with long dark hair, had been deliberate and influenced by his new friend.

Sitting back down he takes the tablet and gazes at the paused clip of the girl being pummeled, she was pretty for sure, but nowhere near Becky's beauty.

Becky...the gorgeous young lady who had wandered quite by chance into his life...Becky...who now occupied a great deal of Harry's thoughts and...imaginings.

He'd only had the pleasure of her company twice and already she captivated him. Not only a pretty face and figure to drool over, but a very nice personality to go with it...and her eyes...oh those eyes.

She had a way of looking at him that spread heat throughout his old bones and caused him to blush. The blushing was something regrettable that he dwelt on, but he couldn't help it, such was the effect the young lady had upon him.

The way she gazed at him conveyed something that he hadn't encountered in a very long time, and despite being in denial the evidence of their latest meeting had spoken for itself. The denial was two fold, firstly, why the hell would a beautiful young lady of twenty be interested in him? And secondly, Harry's devotion to his wife. He had never strayed during their long marriage, although there had been chances in the past, a work colleague, a friend's wife, to name but two.

Adultery had dangled its carrot alright, buy Harry didn't have it in him...or did he?

Years ago before Ann became ill, then there would have been no question, a devoted husband, Harry would have ignored such an opportunity. But now things were different, it was like the old Ann, the one he'd known all these years had gone, to be replaced by some imposter, almost like something out of an invasion of the body snatchers movie.

Opportunity...is that what this was with Becky? Or was he just a silly old fool misreading the situation? Allowing desire and hope to lead him blindly on.

Deep down Harry knew the answer to this, the way Becky had looked at him when they parted company just an hour earlier left him with little doubt how the young lady felt about him, the resulting hard on she'd induced lasting all the way back home.

Getting up off the sofa Harry wandered off to the kitchen, letting Charlie out into the large back garden and trying hard to put thoughts of Becky to rest, concentrating on a little weeding before the light faded.

However, it was a battle with fantasy and desire he was never going to win, the likelihood that this beautiful young lady was attracted to him...it was simply too exciting a prospect to leave alone.

By the end of the evening when Harry retired to bed he was so turned on by his musings that he found himself hard once more and in need of relief...twice in one day...this had not happened in many years.

This time Harry did not need his tablet and the porn sites as he lay in the darkness in the big double bed alone, it was images of Becky that came to him while he fondled himself under the covers.

Still fresh in his memory, that flash of those beautiful blue eyes and what it meant came flooding back...what would it be like with her?...what would she feel like?...sound like?

And as old Harry climaxed to the wonderful scenarios playing out in his mind, whispering, 'Oh Becky,' into the darkness, little did he know that it would not be long before fantasy became reality.

**

"Oh my god!...really?"

Becky reacts with surprised concern to Harry's description of Ann's latest brush with danger, apparently just the previous morning he'd discovered her trying to get a fire going on the electric heater in their lounge.

"Afraid so...it's one of those imitation coal fires you know...and there she was with the newspaper and fire lighters about to strike a match...I'm worried sick leaving her alone these days...I fear it's not going to be long before she has to go away...I hate the idea but it's starting to become dangerous now."

It was sunday evening and the pair had just met up once again, strolling down the lane with little Charlie scampering alongside on the grass verge.

Harry was correct, it was dangerous to leave Ann alone for any length of time, truth be known it had been for a while. He was ignoring the risk, playing each incident down and finding excuses to delude himself that things weren't that bad...when they were.

Harry continued to describe several more incidents, partly in an effort to keep the conversation flowing to avoid any awkward silences where his conscience might be heard...whispering...'I know what you did last night...I know what you did with...her.'

He did feel guilty and was keeping eye contact with Becky to a minimum save she might somehow know what he'd been doing last night, see the guilt in his gaze.

Unbeknown to Harry, young Becky was also nursing a guilty conscience, although not as bad as Harry's predicament she too was grateful to be talking about normal everyday subjects, if you could call Harry's wife slowly losing her mind 'normal' that is.

However, as they sat down together on the tree log with Harry still chatting away, now telling her about his daughter Margaret, Becky's initial embarrassment began subsiding. This was due to the way Harry made her feel, it was more than special, perhaps there wasn't a word to accurately describe how good she felt within his presence.

The reason for her brush with embarrassment upon meeting Harry this evening, was because of something that she'd done the night before.

After getting back from her night out with Liz a little on the tipsy side, Becky decided to go straight to bed, although not late she was pleasantly tired and feeling...in the mood for some solo time. The thoughts of Harry she'd enjoyed at the restaurant had aroused something that couldn't be ignored.

Ascending the stairs, she was reassured by the sound of lite snoring coming from her mum's bedroom at the other side of the landing.

Once safely behind closed bedroom door and under the covers of her bed, laying there in the dark Becky's mind wandered back to the arousing daydream of Harry...while wandering hands explored sensitive areas of her naked body.

In her vision it was a dark summers night and the fields that surrounded the lane were full of whispering barley, she and Harry had walked out into one of these fields and were laid together on a blanket kissing passionately.

She could feel his eagerness along with her own, a sense of urgency gripped them both, desire...all consuming.

Clothes were rapidly shed and soon they were naked, gentle breeze cooling hot skin. Coupled once more Harry on top, she feels his hard heat pushing...pushing inside...screaming into the night air without a care who hears...the big old man slides into her...

Becky's powerful imagination filled her mind with erotic sensations... and she came quicly, a big one followed by several of lesser intensity. A multiple that left her breathless and trembling, and very wet.

It had been a while since she'd experienced one after another like that, and never during solo time, proof if any were needed as to how she felt about this new friend.

And as Becky reflected on last night's fantasy, it occurred to her while gazing at Harry and listening to his wonderful voice, that she was leaving denial behind and beginning to embrace her desires.

As insane as it might have sounded just a few days earlier, she was falling for a man old enough to be her great-grandfather.

Waiting patiently for him to finish speaking she offered her sympathies and advice about the situation with Ann, then changed the subject to last night's visit to the restaurant with Liz.

Sitting there on the log and chatting, so engrossed with each other, they spend over an hour together talking about a wide range of subjects. Eventually it was little Charlie who reminded his master that it was supper time, in that shrill voice of his. On the way back to the car, as she strolled alongside him, Becky had to fight back a strong urge to hold Harry's hand.