Down The Lane Ch 04

"Charlie no!...get down!...leave her alone." Harry's serious tone goes unnoticed or rather more accurately, ignored by the mischievous little pooch.

Having noticed Becky's unusual position in the car, laid on the back seat under a blanket, the curious hound had taken it upon himself to investigate and despite his masters stern commands to stay put in the front passenger footwell, was now exploring the blanket with much enthusiasm, causing fits of laughter from the young lady concealed beneath.

It's saturday evening and Harry has recently picked Becky up from down the lane and is now heading back to his place, the reason for hiding her in such a fashion was due to the fact that next door to Harry was a particularly nosy neighbour by the name of Derek, who, having decided his own life was rather dull had taken it upon himself to make other peoples his business.

Seeing Harry arrive back from walking his dog accompanied by a beautiful young lady who was not one of his kin, while his wife was away for the weekend, would be the nosy neighbour equivalent of winning the lottery jackpot...hence Harry's caution.

"Hello." Becky's greeting to Charlie, who had now discovered her partially covered face, was over pronounced in typical childish tone as befitting 'dog speak'.

"Yes you've found me haven't you little man..." Her words are suddenly interrupted by another bout of the giggles as Charlie proceeds to lick her face with fervour.

"Aagh ger off...stop it." Her protests are in vain and also contribute nothing to Harry's mood which could accurately be described as nervous bordering very nervous and subsequently rather tetchy, Charlie's disobedience was making him angry and distracting him from driving...

"Charlie!...off!...get off her!"

To Becky, who had never seen or heard Harry angry before, his loud voice and harsh tone came as an unpleasant surprise, realising he was stressed she set about calming the situation.

"It's ok...he's alright here with me Harry...nobody can see me and he's no bother...just a bit excited...aren't you...yes you are...come on then you can get under the cover with me."

Allowing the little dog under the blanket with her seems to calm both Charlie and Harry, and their journey continues without further fuss.

The reason for Harry's agitated state of mind this fine evening was obvious, here he was attempting to smuggle his 'bit on the side' into his home for a night of passion while wifey was away.

Becky had happened to him fast and this had knocked the old fella sideways. 'You never know what's around the next corner.' His mother had often said, wise words indeed.

Adultery, something that had never happened to Harry before but was now upon him. Until last night he could lie to himself, 'It was just a look.' or 'It was just a kiss.' But last night, a line had been crossed for sure...what Becky did to him...it was straight out of an adolescent wet dream...things like that just didn't happen to Harry.

But it had, and now he was in the thick of it, the obvious highs...and lows. The main low point being of course, guilt. Upon returning home to Ann a tidal wave of remorse had struck him. He had felt terrible, every time he looked in her eyes...it hurt.

Despite the guilt However, later while tucked up in bed craving sleep but denied...carnal thoughts of Becky crept in. Lying there next to his sleeping wife nursing a hard on, the memory of Becky's oral delight still so fresh....played out in his mind.

It was difficult, but somehow Harry had resisted masturbation and eventually fell asleep in the early hours...mentally and emotionally exhausted.

For Becky however, things had been easier, with no guilt to worry about she was free to focus on the excitement of her new relationship, the secret aspect of which only added to the thrill. Yes she had no spouse to deceive but if her mum found out she was having an affair with a married great grandfather...

Then there was Liz her best friend, what would she say? Liz had always been very caring and understanding so Becky had given serious thought to telling her, but wasn't ready yet...no...it was much better...much more arousing to keep Harry a secret for now at least.

A married great grandfather...she could hardly believe what had happened, and so fast. Having never really been attracted to old guys before, this had come as a surprise, a pleasant one which had quickly snowballed into something rather kinky, calling him 'granddaddy' for instance, turned her on Immensely. Being of a submissive nature, she had quickly developed an urge to please Harry. However, he was obviously less experienced than her and had an almost timid approach to intimacy, which allowed Becky to feel more in control and let her mischievous side flourish...hence last night's experience.

Knowing that Harry was reluctant because somebody might see what they were doing, it was like a red flag to a bull...and speaking of bulls...

Discovering that old Harry was bigger than her ex boyfriend Sean only added to the excitement, and it was arousing thoughts of Harry's large size which were now rudely interrupted as he announced their arrival, asking Becky to remain under the cover while he parked up and closed the gates, made sure they were alone.

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"Ooh wow!...look at your garden...it's beautiful...oh are those willow trees at the bottom?"

Harry nods at Becky's brief glance toward him, then cannot resist a quick glance of his own. Standing at her side he has a perfect view downwards of plump cleavage, framed by the plunging neckline of the young ladies black...figure hugging dress.

"They're my favourite tree." Becky continues, "So pretty how the branches trail down like that...they usually grow near water you know?"

Harry raises a hand and points out the french windows of his lounge, "Yes I know...you see down there right at the bottom...there's a line of them you can follow across...past Derek's garden...over there you see?" Becky nods, her gaze following Harry's finger.

"That's a river...the river went...can't see it properly from here...only small...not much more than a stream really."

Becky turns to gaze at him with exaggerated envy, "You have a river at the bottom of your garden?"

Grinning, Harry nods, then takes a drink from his glass of champagne before leaving Becky to seat himself on the sofa, where he admires her curvaceous figure from behind. Feeling a little more relaxed now, mainly due to the champagne, but this hadn't been the case initially...

After arriving a little time earlier, Harry had made sure the six foot high driveway gates were closed and locked, then let Charlie into the house, calling out for both Ann and his daughter Maggie in the process, hearing the expected silence in return he'd then gone back to the rolls for Becky still hiding under the blanket, and ushered her quickly inside.

Closing and locking the front door behind them, Harry had noticed his hand shaking as he fumbled the key in the lock. Fortunately, Becky didn't see as she was busy looking around with wide eyed wonder.

To say Becky was impressed with Harry's home would have been a great understatement. She had begun carefully exploring his kitchen while complimenting the large size, with its island worktop and rayburn stove, then moved eagerly on to the dining room where more appreciative comments were readily dished out.

It felt odd watching her explore his home, part of him, the guilty part, knew she shouldn't be here... as though she was some intruder.

Quickly shrugging the feeling off and deciding his uneasiness was due to worries of Ann's unexpected return, Harry excused himself and went upstairs to call Maggie, using the pretence of making sure Ann had her medication with her.

With proof that all was well and the pair where they should be, Harry had gone back downstairs to check on the progress of dinner, roast lamb was tonight's treat, after which he retrieved a bottle of champagne from the fridge, poured himself a glass and downed it in one.

Feeling the effects immediately, champagne had always gone straight to his head, he poured another glass for himself and one for Becky, joining her in the living room...where he now sat admiring her.

"Can I go out there?" Becky looks around to ask, catching Harry in the act.

Quickly moving his gaze up from Becky's stocking clad legs to her eyes, and feeling a blush despite the alcohol, he replies in the negative, adding that Derek is a keen gardener and will probably be out there now...it would be too risky.

Giving him a brief but knowing look that says, 'I got ya.' Becky takes a gulp of champagne and moves away from the french windows toward a corner of the room where family pictures adorn a wall.

Standing close and scrutinising, there are photos of old in black and white and also more recent colour ones. Pausing at what appears to be his wedding photo and quickly deciding against mentioning it, Becky instead points to a recent portrait showing Harry with all his younger family members, grandkids and great grandkids.

Turning and smiling she comments on their likeness, adding, "You must be very proud of them all."

Harry nods and replies, "Yes I am...very."

Suddenly realising how big a risk Harry was taking, his family life would be badly affected if their affair was ever discovered...and all for her. This knowledge brought with it a great sense of admiration for Harry, but also aroused her kinky side, she'd never been the 'scarlet woman' before...a role which she now welcomed with fervour.

Feeling very mischievous, she has a drink from her glass while keeping her eyes locked on his, then asks in soft tone, "So...when do I get to see upstairs?"

Suddenly put on the spot under Becky's alluring gaze, Harry's heart leaps to attention and a fresh blush rapidly begins spreading across his face. "Oh erm...shall we have dinner first?...it was almost done last time I checked."

Without waiting for an answer he gets up off the sofa and heads for the kitchen, only to be halted by Becky who steps in his way.

They stand closely facing each other, gazing into one another's eyes for a brief moment before Becky lifts one arm up and places a hand on the back of Harry's neck, pulling him down into her for a slow sensual kiss.

Breaking away they continue to gaze without speaking for another brief moment, presently Harry breaks the silence and the spell is paused, "I er...I'll get the food out of the oven and...cover it up on the side...it'll be alright for er... later."

Beginning to grin at the effect she's having on old Harry, Becky watches as he wanders off to the kitchen, finishing off her champagne and placing the glass down...'Show time.' A voice from within confidently proclaims.

Wandering after Harry, she stands in the kitchen doorway watching as he gets the roast out the oven, covers various types of veg up etc, fumbling things as he does so. He's clearly nervous, the sight of which gives Becky a glorious sense of power over him, stimulating her already high level of arousal.

With everything prepared Harry directs Becky to the hallway and leads her up a narrow staircase to the landing where he proceeds to show her to a large bedroom, there's a double bed, a computer desk and chair, and all along one wall is a mirrored sliding doors wardrobe.

Swallowing, his throat feeling like sandpaper, Harry says, "This er...this is the guest room...we er...had it redecorated recently...built in wardrobe etcetera...Maggie sleeps here when she stays ov..."

Harry almost flinches at the touch of Becky's hand grasping his, so focused on the room and trying not to stutter his words, he'd failed to notice how close she was.

"You alright?" Gazing up at him with those big piercing blue eyes...Becky suddenly looked way too young. The truth was Harry was finding this difficult, in the car the previous night it had been spontaneous, but this was planned, and this was his home...filled with memories of Ann and family.

Swallowing again, he replies, "Yes...I'm just...I suppose I'm just a bit nervous...silly I know."

In a repeat of earlier, Becky places her hand up on the back of Harry's neck, "I've got a remedy for that." Her words are barely more than a whisper, and shortly after their lips meet again in another slow sensual kiss, quickly leading to a second...deeper embrace.

Holding each other tightly, tongues entwine as carnal desires begin to consume, and Harry's nerves quickly evaporate amidst the heat of passion.

The more confident of the pair, Becky's hands soon begin to wander, seeking out Harry's groin. Breaking away both breathing heavily, she grins wickedly up at him while continuing to grope, eager young fingers exploring.

"Feeling better?" As she says this, Becky grabs hold of Harry's swelling package and gently squeezes, causing him to flinch and gasp... quick words posted between breaths, "Oh yes."

Feeling Harry begin to firm up at her touch fills Becky with excitement and she has to fight back an urge to just go down on him right there and then, instead choosing to take things slowly she moves her hand from his groin and begins to undress him, correcting Harry when he tries to touch her.

"No...just relax granddaddy...that's right...let me take care of you."

Hearing her soft words in alluring tone, Harry instinctively knows to keep still and let Becky take control, gazing at her fervently as she unbuttons his shirt.

Standing there in the bedroom with his arms down by his sides Harry is soon shirtless and bare chested, with Becky's eyes exploring. "Oh wow I like that...Harry you're so hairy."

Sean, her ex boyfriend, possessed very little body hair and was smooth chested, to discover Harry's chest is covered in thick grey hair stirs up something deep within her, something new and profoundly exciting...

Letting her hands explore Harry's chest then moving around to his back brings a grin of wonder to Becky's face, delighted to discover the growth of hair covers his whole torso.

Glancing briefly up at him with a mischievous expression, she leans in close and covers a nipple with her mouth, sucking and teasing with her tongue before having a nibble, the sensation causing Harry to gasp.

Pulling back, Becky aims another meaningful look up at him, then proceeds to get down on knees facing his groin, where she begins unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.

Letting the garment drop to the floor reveals Harry's bulging underpants, gently exploring, her fingers caress the thick shaft and swollen bell through soft material, causing a quiet, "Mmmm." From above.

Spurred on by burning curiosity and Harry's whimper, she slowly pulls the underpants down to his ankles, allowing him to step out the garments then leaning back a little to get a full view. Thick grey hair covers Harry's legs and groin area, his semi erect cock hangs down jutting out at an angle, as though reaching for her, lowering her gaze she can see a large scrotum that sags quite low with two substantial plum sized bulges stretching out the wrinkly skin.

As she takes in this imposing sight Becky absently licks her lips, the thought of eating him already making her mouth water in anticipation.

Reaching out a hand and cupping Harry's balls, gently squeezing and using her sharp nails brings another louder gasp from above, but Becky doesn't look up, so engrossed with what she is beholding.

Bouncing her hand carefully up and down, feeling the weight of his balls leaves the young lady with no doubt that Harry is plenty bigger than her old boyfriend Sean, an impressive package indeed.

Turning her attention to the thick veiny shaft, grasping it lightly and feeling the heft, gently wanking, it continues to swell and stiffen as she plays, Harry giving out another moan from above.

Leaning forward, Becky lowers her head to his sack and breaths in through her nose exploring his masculine aroma, then gives in to eagerness and draws her tongue up the shaft, eliciting a louder moan from Harry. Holding him in her right hand she gazes upwards and makes eye contact, giving him a smouldering look at the same time as taking his engorged bell into her mouth.

"Oh god!" Harry exclaims, immediately beginning to breathe harder, he stares down fervently watching Becky with wide eyed fascination as she takes more of him in, all the way to the back of her throat then slowly back out her mouth to lick the head, taking her time and putting on a show for Harry, all the while feeling herself moisten up downstairs at the effect she is having upon him.

It had never felt this good with Sean, the profound effect she has on the old fella is an aphrodisiac in itself. Sean had been a user, that was obvious now, but with Harry the intimacy is special because he genuinely appreciates her affections.

Revelling in pleasing him, she takes his hardening cock into her mouth once more and this time goes to town, using her tongue to tease in what proves to be too intense an experience for him, amid loud exclamations Harry places a hand on Becky's head and gently pushes while backing away.

"Becky!...becky dear...that's too much...take it easy...careful."

Reluctantly letting him out she stands up and wraps her arms around Harry's neck grinning wickedly at the old fellas red sweaty face and desperate expression, "Oh you naughty girl." Harry gasps, beginning to grin himself now, "Much more of that and you'd have me before my time."

Planting a slow sensual kiss on his lips before replying, "Well we can't be having that now can we." Becky lets go of his neck and without hesitation turns around, motioning for Harry to unzip her dress, "Now it's your turn to undress me... granddaddy."

Harry gazes at the zipper for a brief moment, enjoying glorious anticipation and the feeling of excitement chasing away any final nerves, reaching out he grasps the zipper and pulls it all the way down, slips the straps off her shoulders and watches wide eyed as the garment falls down and pools on the carpet below.

Stepping back he takes in the mouthwatering sight before him, Becky's voluptuous hour glass figure, adorned with black lingerie. Polka dot stockings cover her legs while higher up, the t-back of a black thong disappears between fleshy cheeks.

As he's taking in this breathtaking view Becky turns around and Harry's mouth falls open, his gaze immediately drawn to her large bosoms, held within a black, floral patterned see through bra...

"Oh...my god."

Although his words are a mere whisper, Becky does hear Harry's exclamation, and coupled with his fervent stare she has to fight back a bout of giggles, the effect she is having upon the old fella proving quite comical.

However, a glance down to Harry's now fully erect manhood quickly grabs her undivided attention. He's bigger than she realised, the head looks enormous with its pronounced flared helmet and as she stares the thick veiny shaft gently throbs. Unlike Sean's erection, it doesn't point upwards at the ceiling but instead points rather ominously straight at her, giving it an almost menacing presence.

Quickly snapping out of her fixated trance, Becky watches with fascination as Harry comes to her, reaching out with both hands and gently fondling her boobs, she can feel his inflated bell pressing against her belly but resists an urge to touch...it is Harry's turn to explore her.

"Mmmmm." Letting out a soft purr of approval at his affections, Harry gropes her with fervour, sliding his thumbs back and forth over sensitive nipples causing them to swell and tent out the delicate material.

Seeing her nipples so erect, and feeling them harden at his touch spurs Harry on, and with excitement coursing through him he reaches around, fumbling the bra strap with shaky hands. After a brief struggle the garment comes loose and he pulls it off letting it fall absently to the floor, his attention elsewhere...