It's friday evening, and after picking Becky up from the lane Harry has arrived at their destination...
"Ooh Harry...you kinky so-and-so." Becky's mischievous reply to Harry's suggestion that while in the pub they should pretend to be related, is met with a concerned expression from the old fella as he quickly tries to explain.
"No no...I didn't mean...you know...anything weird...I..."
Her giggles quickly halt his panicked response, "I'm just teasing you." She says, grinning mischievously before adding, "It is kinda kinky though isn't it?...what relation could I be I wonder?"
Harry grins bashfully while explaining his idea, "Well... I've got a great granddaughter who's the same age as you...so you could be that...certainly my granddaughter at any rate."
Having almost forgotten her little white lie about how old she is Becky doesn't reveal the truth, deciding that now is not the best time. Instead, she chooses to tease Harry some more, "What should I call you in public then...gramps?...grandpa?...ooh I know...what about granddaddy?...I like that."
Seeing the old man beginning to blush, she's filled with the desire to kiss him, but sat here in such a distinctive car on the pub car park they are attracting some attention from passers by and folk in the beer garden, so it wouldn't be in keeping with their 'cover' as relatives.
Becky enjoys making old Harry blush, she finds it very endearing and also gives her a sense of power over him, being a little shy and of a submissive nature this new experience she finds very...arousing.
Swallowing, Harry brushes his young friend's teasing aside and replies simply, "I think grandpa will do...come on then...it's like being parked here in the batmobile for heaven's sake."
Harry's irritation at the attention they're getting is joined by the occasional stab of guilt, although his libido had mostly silenced this, it's cries of, 'What the hell are you doing!' Could still sometimes faintly be heard. The fact of the matter was that Harry was in a kind of daze and couldn't quite believe what had happened to him over the past week and what he was doing tonight, he felt like a fish out of water.
Getting out, he locks the rolls up and escorts Becky into the pub, trying not to look at other folk while doing so, afraid to see their reactions to this odd couple. His rational side quickly came to the rescue with reassurances that the beautiful young lady on his arm this fine evening was surely related and anyone watching would quickly realise that what they were seeing was grandfather and granddaughter.
However, this was like placing a sticky plaster on a severed limb, Harry felt so conspicuous he was beginning to question if this was a good idea.
The pub he'd chosen for tonight's 'date' with Becky was miles away from where they both lived so hopefully they wouldn't bump into anyone familiar. A quaint little place called the sloop inn, he'd gone by it many times in the past while on his way home from work but never been in. Situated on the edge of a tiny village and set on the banks of a river it was more beer garden than pub, the old building being quite small.
Luckily, upon entering Harry's worries were eased somewhat by the lack of patrons inside, this evenings fine weather having lured them outside to the garden.
The pair walk together up to the bar where an attractive middle aged landlady greets them and asks what they'd like to drink. Becky, realising it would be a little cheeky asking Harry to buy her an expensive double spirit, instead chooses a half cider, then waits for the inevitable ID request. Carrying her passport on nights out had become second nature during the months that followed her eighteenth birthday. She quickly produces the document, keeping it carefully aimed away from Harry so he can't see her date of birth.
With the landlady satisfied, she aims a brief but clearly suspicious look at the pair, prompting them to get into role. After ordering his pint of John smith's beer Harry turns to Becky and mentions 'granny's' birthday rapidly approaching, going on to make suggestions as to what she'd like as a gift.
Becky follows his lead and joins the conversation about this fictitious granny and her birthday then backs it up by thanking 'grandpa' for her drink.
It's subtle but Harry senses relief in the landlady's body language and expression, she appears to relax a little and even joins the conversation by asking how old said grandma is going to be and if they're taking her out anywhere special.
It's clear she was nervous that they could be a couple, the large age gap proving too distasteful for her, and with the pub offering accommodation...
But now she sees that it's just an innocent night out for the two relatives, grandad treating his granddaughter to a drink while they discuss birthday preparations, how very sweet.
"Grandpa I'm just gunna find us a seat...I'll be over there." Becky points to an area of the pub away from the main bar, leaving Harry to collect his pint and pay...trying hard not to stare at her rear as she walks away.
"...of her."
Distracted by Becky's departure, Harry misses what the landlady has just said, looking back at her and apologising she repeats, "I said you must be very proud of her...such a pretty young lady."
She smiles warmly while giving him the change, feeling more confident now their cover is working the old fella grins back while replying, "Oh I am...very."
Thanking her, he strolls off after Becky, suddenly feeling a little less nervous.
Briefly out of view while walking through a small archway into the lounge area he catches sight of Becky again as she's getting comfortable in a booth, she's grinning excitedly and as Harry approaches covers her mouth with one hand, muffling a bout of giggles.
Harry too, cannot help a cheeky grin and chuckle at their host's expense, placing his drink upon the little table just as Becky moves her arm back down gives him a flash of deep cleavage that sets his heart racing, she'd caught him looking several times on their way here in the car and this time was no exception, the effect just the same...Harry begins to turn crimson.
Watching Harry sit down facing her across the table, his obvious blushing brings a strong sense of, 'got ya.' satisfaction and fills Becky with a rush of excitement. Her clothing for their date this evening is simple but effective and reflects the need for discretion while offering some...titillation.
Black jeans that cling tightly to her curves on the lower half and for the top half a cute short sleave blouse with plunging neckline revealing just enough of her 38DD cleavage, this was a first date after all.
Harry, although a perfect gentleman, could hardly take his eyes off her, but despite these lascivious glances and the passionate embraces of the previous evening, she sensed nervousness along with his desire, evident in the blushing she was now witnessing.
Her ex boyfriend Sean had always been very confident when it came to sex, prolific too, once they'd done it eight times in one day. But with Harry she could sense he was nervous about intimacy.
If she hadn't known any different he was behaving almost like a virgin, very willing but also a little afraid. For the time being she put his nerves down to the fact he was cheating on his wife, and worries about any age related physical problems to the back of her mind.
"Did you see how she looked at us at first?" Becky asks in a quiet voice while leaning forward towards Harry, still wearing an excited grin.
Taking a gulp of his pint, Harry wipes froth from his lips with the back of his hand and replies, "Yes...she almost certainly thought we were a couple...good job she believed our story otherwise we might have been asked to leave." Harry's exaggeration brings another giggle from Becky.
After the excitement of their little subterfuge the pair fall into an easy conversation, initially talking about everyday matters. Harry talks about his extended family, Margaret being one of three children, the other two are sons he hardly sees. He has five grandkids and is a great grandfather three times over.
Listening to him, Becky detects a great sense of pride but also a kind of sadness at the passage of time, young ones growing up, moving on and finding their own way in life, leaving him behind.
Becky tends to leave the subject of family alone, not wanting to be reminded of her painful loss when just a young girl, instead she tells Harry about her close friend Liz. This part of their chat starts out innocently enough with Becky recounting fond childhood memories of their friendship, however, seeing an opportunity to have some fun with Harry and get him going she begins to tell him about what Liz gets up to in her private life, leaning in towards him again and lowering her voice for the more juicy details, the lounge is empty save for a young couple deep in conversation over at a far table, however, when one is talking about another's private life in public one can't be too careful.
"Oh my word...she does sound like a rum un!" Harry exclaims in surprise, and with arousal fueling his curiosity goes on to ask details about Liz's love life, leaning closer to Becky as he does so.
Now just inches apart Harry can smell her perfume, feel her sweet breath on his face and appreciate her stunning beauty up close, this, added to the hushed sexy tone of her voice and the subject matter...it's all having a rather stirring effect upon old Harry.
Becky too, is feeling the effects of their close private interaction, she can sense Harry's arousal and the knowledge of this fuels her own excitement, spurring her on to reveal more intimate details.
Harry eagerly listens, asking the occasional question and making comments like, 'What...really...all at the same time?' And, 'Just there like that...on the canal towpath?'
The pair become so engrossed with their exchange that the landlady almost catches them out in what would have been a strange pose for two close relatives, quickly snapping out of their trance like state at the sound of approaching clinking glasses, the pair quickly part and begin a hasty chat about possible locations for grandma's birthday treat.
"Can I take these love?" She says as she approaches their table motioning towards the two empty glasses, stopping mid sentence Harry looks up and nods, thanking her as she removes the empties then heads back to the bar.
Waiting while she's gone the couple exchange secret grins, "That was close." Harry says, his face red with a fresh blush, "I'll get us another drink...what would you like?"
Becky asks if she can be cheeky and have a liqueur, "Of course dear...you can have anything you like."
"Thank you... I'll have a double drambuie...no ice."
