Down the Lane

Here we rejoin the story of unlikely lovers Harry and Becky a few weeks after spending their first night together...

"So...you gunna tell me who he is?" Suddenly startled out of an exciting daydream, Becky gazes into her friend's eyes knowing she's been caught out.

It's sunday night, and after watching a flick at the cinema together, the pair have stopped at a bar before going home, while Liz was recounting a bad day at work, Becky had tuned out...and into a fresh memory of the previous night's passionate encounter with elderly lover Harry. They'd been seeing each other intimately for the past two weeks, and during that time Becky had had a suspicion Liz knew she was seeing someone, and now this had been confirmed.

"He who?" Becky asks defensively, taking a drink from her cider and breaking eye contact with Liz, her nervous reaction displaying more guilt than a puppy sitting next to a pile of poop, she knows it's no good trying to pretend but does anyway.

"He who?" Liz repeats Becky's words in sarcastic tone, grinning she continues, "Well let me see now...he you've been keeping secret from me...he who's put a spring in your step and that happy far away look in your eyes...you know...that he."

She hadn't intended to tell Liz for a while yet, enjoying the thrill of keeping Harry secret, but it was inevitable that one of these days she would reveal her new lover's identity to her long time friend.

However, deep down Becky knew that there were other reasons she was keeping Harry a secret. The vast age difference would surely come as a shock to most, and then there was the timing of her new romance...so soon after Sean.

But there was no point in denial now, Liz would get it out of her. Looking about herself for anyone who might be able to hear, the place is pretty quiet with no one nearby, Becky leans into her friend and speaks in quiet confidential tone.

"Look...I was going to tell you ok...I just wanted to keep it to myself for a little while that's all."

Liz nods while avidly listening, her eyes full of curiosity, "I knew it...so...come on then...tell me all about it."

After all the secrecy, Becky feels relief and excitement too, at finally being able to talk to someone about Harry.

"Alright...but you have to promise to keep this to yourself ok?"

After Liz swears not to repeat what she's about to hear, Becky continues, "Well...he's called Harry...and I've known him for a while now...several weeks...we met while I was out walking..."

Becky goes on to recount how she bumped into Harry while he was walking his dog, describing how the little pomeranian had made a bee line for her, wanting a fuss, and this led to Harry introducing himself and a subsequent pleasant conversation.

"We just clicked right from the start...I know it sounds silly but I just knew he was special...well anyway...we started going for walks together and chatting...getting to know each other...and it...well it progressed from there."

"I see." Liz says, the excitement of learning about Becky's secret fella evident in her voice and expectant expression, "So...by progressed...you mean you're intimately involved?"

Becky tuts and begins to grin at her friend's private probing, "I might have known you'd go straight to the sex part of it...honestly it's all you think about." This last bit is spoken in a mock serious tone provoking a crude response from Liz.

"At least I put it in a polite way...I could have just asked if you're fucking yet."

They both have a giggle at this, and an atmosphere of giddy mischief prevails between the two as Liz asks her friend to reveal more about this Harry character, "C'mon then what's he like?...give me a description...does he have a car?...house?...is he rich?...is..."

"Alright alright." Becky interrupts, "Give me a chance will ya."

Becky takes a big swig from her cider, finishing it off in one then places the glass back on the table between them, suddenly feeling a twinge of nerves.

"Oooh...now this is interesting." Liz comments on her friend's actions and change of expression, "Go on then...I'm listening."

Clearing her throat and having another look about them, Becky takes the plunge. "Well...he's tall and slim...and yes he has a car and a house and yes he is rich...well...wealthier than I am anyway...and...well...Harry is...he's...the thing is...he's a bit older than me."

Liz gives Becky a knowing look, "Ah...I see...a fellow admirer of the mature gentleman." Liz's comment is in reference to her own illicit relationship with an older married man.

"So how much older is he?"

Looking down, Becky picks her glass up and sups the last few drops still remaining, wishing she had another pint, throat feeling dry.

"Bex?" The word, although short, is drawn out and said slowly, emphasising Liz's impatience and curiosity.

"He's erm...quite a bit older." Becky stalls.

"Will ya just tell me!"

This time Liz's impatience prompts Becky to spit it out, leaning forward she lowers her voice and says, "He's seventy seven."

Resting back she takes in Liz's wide eyed, gobsmacked expression. "No...I...I don't believe...no..."

Pausing briefly, a faint grin joining her shocked look, Liz continues, "...are you serious?...oh you are aren't you?"

Nodding to Liz's question, Becky begins to grin too, her friend's look of utter surprise proving quite comical.

"Oh my god Becky...he's...he's old enough to be your great grandad!"

Becky acknowledges Liz's stunned exclamation with another nod and, "I know...and I'm afraid there's more."

She goes on to tell her incredulous friend that Harry is a married man and that his wife is ill.

"Bloody hell!...and there's me thinking that I was the wild one...oh you sly bugger!...and you've kept this all to yourself?..for all this time!"

Nodding her confirmation, Becky adds, "Fraid so...sorry...I just wanted to keep it to myself for a while."

"So there's just me that knows?"

Becky nods.

"Well thank you for confiding in me...bloody hell...seventy seven..."

Liz breaks off briefly, the final two words spoken quietly as though in awe, she then continues and says something without thinking, "...I mean...can he even..."

"Yes he can actually...and very well too."

Becky cuts her short, and hearing the defensive tone in her friend's voice brings a sincere apology from Liz, "I'm sorry...really I am...I didn't mean to upset you...this news...it's just come as a shock that's all."

Becky relaxes, showing her friend a warm smile as acceptance, then assures, "I know there's a big age gap but Harry has no problems in that department."

A cheeky grin forms on Liz's face before she asks, "Really?...tell me more."

With the slight sting of embarrassment regarding Harry's age encouraging Becky to sing his praises, she leans forward elbows on the table, lowers her voice and begins to go into detail about Harry's plus points.

"When I'm with him it's not all about getting it in there...he's so gentle and loving...Harry's very tactile...he'll massage me for ages before doing anything...and he likes to use his mouth and tongue...unlike Sean who just wanted that from me...Harry's attuned to my needs...he always puts me first...I realise now I've been with Harry just how selfish Sean was."

Liz, with her elbows on the table too, close up to Becky, doesn't really take in what she is saying. With an attitude towards sex similar to that of Sean's, as in just wanting to get on with the main course, she now asks a question that underlines her mindset, "Well that all sounds very nice but does he have it where it counts?...is he a big Harry or a little Harry?"

Knowing this question was coming, it doesn't surprise Becky how quickly Liz got to it, beginning to blush with excitement, she holds her hands apart between them in an approximation of Harry's length.

"Oh yeah...a big Harry then."

The conversation from this point takes on a more light hearted tone, with the pair of friends reverting back to their earlier 'giddy schoolgirl' personas, each sharing specific personal information about their boyfriend's tackle, suffice to say it's a long and exciting exchange interspersed with the occasional giggle here and there.

What Becky had been worried about for some time turned out to be rather exciting, and it came as no surprise to her that when they'd finished at the bar and she came to get up she could feel a damp spot in her panties, so arousing their talk had been.

For Harry on the other hand, things were a little different. Revealing to anyone what he was doing with young Becky was out of the question, he loved his wife and family too much to risk the truth getting out, he would have to keep it to himself.

However, on the monday after their first night together, their secret romance had unavoidably become known to a friend, something which so far Harry had kept from Becky.

During a visit to his old friend David's home, Harry was taken off guard by a question a concerned and curious David asked...all of a sudden the knee jerk reaction of using his best friend as an alibi...came back to haunt him...oh what a tangled web we weave...

During friday night's date with Becky, Rita had brought Ann home early, and upon discovering Harry was absent called him on the phone, during the subsequent conversation, Harry, in his haste, had told Rita he was with David at his home and would be back shortly. However, due to circumstances just before the call Harry was rather flustered and neglected to realise that Rita and David are good friends.

Over the weekend they'd bumped into each other while out shopping and in passing Rita made mention of Harry's phantom visit. Curious, David had played along and not told her that Harry hadn't been with him.

And so, when David posed the question of his friend's whereabouts regarding that friday night, Harry, unable to think of any other reason for lying to Rita, reluctantly told his friend the truth.

David was shocked, not only by the fact Harry had strayed in the first place, but at the age of the lady in question.

However, once over this initial astonishment David was very understanding. A level headed cautious fellow, he questioned Harry firstly on what precautions he'd taken to avoid being seen with this young lady, especially when bringing her back to his home. After Harry had described his efforts to hide Becky in the car and secure his home, David was impressed, especially with the phone call to his daughter Maggie making sure that she and Ann were where they should be.

The only fly in the ointment as far as David was concerned was when Harry mentioned he'd taken Becky out to the sloop pub, a place David was familiar with. "Bloody hell Harry!...what were you thinking?...if you're going to do that again for pity's sake go somewhere further away...right away from here."

He'd said this with genuine concern, an explanation for which was forthcoming in the more private area of their conversation, as David revealed his own affair with a young lady many years ago.

This had come to an abrupt end when the illicit pair had been seen out together by his sister in law. The subsequent 'year of hell' as David described it was still burnt into his memory, trying to win back his wife's trust.

They'd stayed together, but only just, apparently the first year is the worst, hence David's words used to describe it. His infidelity had been kept a family secret and he hadn't told Harry until now because he'd been ashamed.

After explaining to Harry his own ill fated affair, David had then asked a serious question, warning Harry beforehand that he would have to be blunt, "Is it just sex or are you two in love?"

There was no delay in his answer, he was in love with Becky.

"That's a tricky one." David replied, then went on to explain that if it had just been sex then his advice would be to end it immediately, it wasn't worth hurting his wife and family for.

Love on the other hand...David had no advice for that except to keep up the tight precautions about being seen, "And resist the urge to hold hands while down that bloody lane you never know who's about."

After saying this, David had a broad grin for Harry, stretching out a hand to shake, "And may I say." He said while shaking his friend's hand firmly, "That you sir...are one lucky bastard!"

The pair had a good chuckle at this before David offered him another whisky, accepting, Harry began to feel better, mortified initially at having to reveal the affair to anyone, but glad if it had to be someone then David would have been his first choice, a loyal trustworthy friend of many years.

And so, with his best friend on board and someone to confide in, Harry felt happier and more confident that things would be alright. After all the worry of the past few years, coping with his wife's illness foremost, something good was finally happening to him.

**

"It's when we disappear from his view." Harry said, with some degree of annoyance, Charlie's shrill barking beginning to get him angry.

"C'mon...just ignore him...we won't be long." The last part is said with an alluring tone and a meaningful look, as Becky pulled on his hand, trying to urge him a little further into the trees.

The young ladie's attire this evening, adding to Harry's temptation...a short floral dress that clung to her every curve and displayed a good deal of cleavage.

Allowing himself to be persuaded and taking a few more steps deeper into the little copse brings another round of high pitched yaps from the confused little dog...where is his master going?

"It's no good." Harry gives in, halting and beginning to pull back on young Becky's hand, "I...I can't do it with him barking like that." His words are spoken confidentially, as if there was someone nearby that might hear.

Becky too, now feels a shout of anger within her at the little dog spoiling their fun. Quickly dismissing it, it's not the dog's fault, he thinks they are leaving him tied to a tree.

Relenting, she smiles resignedly at Harry and they both wander the short distance back to where Charlie had been secured.

As soon as he sees them he barks excitedly, wagging his tail and straining at the lead. Going to him, Harry assures with soothing words and a good fuss, calming him down.

Becky watches, sitting down on the log they'd recently been smooching on. Presently Harry ceases his fussing and joins her, both now gazing at their fly in the ointment as he once again settles down, laying in the grass and panting.

They'd tried the same thing twice now with the same result, as soon as they were out of view Charlie panics and becomes vocal, which was not only a passion killer but would also alert any passers by to their presence.

It's a warm and sunny monday evening, the day after Becky revealed her romance with Harry to friend Liz. Now settled into a routine of Becky staying over at Harry's place every weekend, and able to express their love for one another once a week, this, they quickly discovered was not enough. However, it was difficult to get any alone time during the week, what with Becky's work and Harry's family commitments.

Desperate for a solution, Becky suggested that they make use of the time spent together on their evening walks. At first Harry had been reluctant, worried that they might be seen, however, Becky could be very persuasive and knew how to wrap Harry around her little finger.

And so, on this fine early summers eve, Becky's idea was put into practice, this first time not going quite to plan. Having wandered into the tree line of a copse at the far end of the lane and finding a clearing within, Charlie was secured to a tree by his long lead and the amorous couple tried to find some cover away from the little dogs curious eyes...but to no avail.

"So what now?" Becky asks, her aroused state firmly in the grip of conflict with frustration.

"I don't know...I really don't." Harry sounds resigned and he's still a little out of breath from their recent kissing, his face red and wearing a rather flustered expression.

Turning to him, Becky places a hand on his knee and strokes upwards, "We could just do it here...I'm not wearing anything...underneath." She briefly glances down at her dress before returning her alluring gaze upon Harry.

"What?...in front of him?" Harry motions towards Charlie with surprise, shaking his head he answers his own question, "I...I'm sorry my dear...I couldn't...you know...with him watching."

Becky's frustration almost forces her to point out that Charlie's presence hadn't stopped him kissing or fondling her boobs moments earlier, but she bites her lip, instead letting her hand wander into Harry's groin, exploring the hardness she discovers there.

"Well I can't leave you like this." Becky says, beginning to fondle, causing Harry to gasp and look nervously about them. The old, cracked grey asphalt of the lane can just be seen through new lush foliage, it's about thirty feet away and anyone driving past would have no idea of their presence, indeed, even someone walking past would not be aware of anyone within the copse unless they entered it.

"Here...swivel around so we're facing away from Charlie." Harry obeys, his heart beginning to beat faster in anticipation of what Becky is going to do.

He's worried about someone coming along but at the same time is driven by excitement, giving control over to the young lady proving to be an intense thrill.

Moving position along with her the couple now face away from both Charlie and the lane, "What...what are you going to do?"

The slight tremble in Harry's question is music to Becky's ears, although Harry's latent dominant side has developed over the past few weeks, this has been achieved while in the safe controlled confines of his home, but out here where there's a risk of being discovered...old Harry reverts back to his meek, timid old self.

Beginning to grin while unzipping his trousers fly, Becky leans in close to Harry's ear and whispers, "I'm going to suck your cock...granddaddy."

After saying this she keeps her gaze on him while fishing his erection out, the lust she's feeling just strong enough to keep back a fit of giggles at the expression on Harry's face and his subsequent exclamation, "Oh dear god."

The old fella's countenance is a picture of fervent anticipation, Harry's nervous excitement fueled by Becky's profanity, something which he is finding increasingly arousing, never having encountered such behaviour in the past with wife Ann.

Pulling his stiff shaft from its cotton confinement, Becky gazes down at the swollen member, aware Harry is watching she draws her tongue across her lips feeling saliva beginning to flow in anticipation.

Glancing up into his eyes briefly, her words are quickly spoken and matter of fact, "Try not to make much noise."

And then without delay she lowers her head to his lap...and feasts.

For Harry, who has only recently been introduced to the delights of proper oral affection, this, is his weakness. This and the environment, the chance of being seen, which should be a bad thing...but isn't.

Having been sucked off by Becky before in a public place, the front seat of his rolls while parked in the lane, he is familiar with the thrill that goes with this experience. However, actually being outdoors brings the vigorous actions of young Becky's tongue sharply to focus.

During the course of their short relationship Harry has learnt to control himself while in Becky's fanny, despite the firm grip she offers. At the beginning there were a few premature mishaps, with Harry so used to pleasuring himself that when it came to the real thing he behaved almost like a virgin. However, when receiving oral from Becky he couldn't resist the urge to just let go, rarely lasting more than a moment or two, and this time is no exception.