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.
