The two year wait is over for this next instalment.
In this chapter there is mention of Charley. If you haven't read Chapter 3, Charley is Angie's only regular client.
As Angie got off me my cock had room to drop and it felt strangely heavy, I watched her attractive arse walk away and again admired her lovely even dark colour. Then I looked down and found a very respectably filled bright green condom. I mentally calculated I was about Angies age when I last used one. In those days we had a choice of natural or black.
My mind wandered back to that silly schoolboy chatter when I was about thirteen or fourteen, I remember it with amazing clarity. Peter Steers, Graham Anderson, Martin Clarke, Greg French and me, huh what a motley group we were, full of bravado but totally clue less when it came to girls. Graham pinched a tampon and we sat around feeling it and discussing our ridiculous thoughts of how sexy it was. As always the conversations would meander in and out of different subjects and this time it included 'flunkies' or 'rubber johnnies', we'd all heard of them and knew what they were for but that was as far as it went. We sang the ditty 'one a penny, two a penny, three for three and nine', the price for ages was three shillings and nine pence for a pack of three (19 pence) and we had a whip round to buy a pack. I drew the short straw, actually it was the shortest pencil, I protested but my fate was sealed as I was the biggest and also the only one who walked past a chemist shop on the way home.
I was as nervous as fuck as I entered the shop and when the blonde assistant spoke, I was nervous and eventually summoned the courage to ask for... "Shaving soap," I stammered. Yeah I chickened out and handed over the one shilling and fourpence ha'penny (7pence). I stood there like an idiot when she expected me to leave and asked if there was anything else. Beetroot goes nowhere near describing my colour, and lead came nowhere near describing the weight of my legs.
"Is this what you're after?" She held up a pack of Durex condoms.
I nodded.
"And what do you want these for? You look a bit young for them to me."
"Err, I, we er want, er to, err see, err look at, er..."
"Ok, do you want three or just one for one and sixpence (7.5p)?"
"Err one please."
"And do you want the soap too?"
"Um, err, n, no."
"Let me have the bag."
The soap was removed and replaced with the tiny paper package before being handed back to me.
"That's a penny ha'penny please."
I handed over the two coins, turned and ran from the shop. It had been the worst moment of my life, ever.
The following day I relived the experience twice to my friends and the Durex got passed around and handled by the five of us. I for one struggled to work out how to use it, yes dear reader, at that age my cock at its largest was half the length and half the width of the condom. A year later it was a different story and I went through the same embarrassing procedure to buy a pack of three to 'try them out, that night I tried one on in bed and fell asleep wearing it. In the morning I had forgotten it and sat on the toilet, I felt the condom filling with piss and it fitted so well it didn't fall off despite looking like a massive yellow pear which hung right down into the toilet...
I watched Angie returning to my bed, I watched her very firm breasts bobbing and her rather lovely mummy tummy doing a lighter version. I smiled and my cock started filling with blood. I was starting to feel quite proud that this sixty-four year old was getting a hard on only a few minutes after an unexpectedly productive cumming. It felt cold as the end of my cock reached the captured spunk and it reminded me I had to attend to it. In the bathroom I sat on the toilet and released the green condom and its contents with a conspicuous splash. I pissed then washed my cock and hands before returning to my bed where Angie had nearly dressed.
"That was unexpected in so many ways. Thanks Angie."
I bent down to kiss her.
"Oh boy, this is fun." She replied.
"Fun?"
"Yes Terry, fun."
I thought for a moment, "OK, I'll take that."
Angie left the room and my head was in turmoil, our first sex felt good, really good and so unexpected. I dressed in clean clothes and collected the work clothes together to put them in the washing machine and checked the pockets, I found the slip of paper with some details of the work I'd done and decided to do a few minutes on the computer while it was still fresh in my mind. I'd been in the office for about ten minutes when I heard a cheery call from downstairs.
"Be down in a minute, just sending an email."
I finished updating the drawing and attached it then send.
"Booya. Done."
Downstairs I found Angie playing this little piggy with Freddy and saw two plates sporting sandwiches.
"I made a lunch, I hope that's alright."
"Lovely thanks Angie." I sat.
"Your sister came round this morning with more bits for me."
"Oh, OK."
"The stuff we spoke about yesterday."
"Erm, can't say I remember."
"It might have been while you were in the garage."
"Oh yeah of course."
"I went looking at flats today."
"Oh. Really." That was news that I didn't want to know about. "Find anything?"
"Must be joking, I looked at the only one in my price range but it's a right shit heap but I'm on seven lists so something should come up."
"You do understand there is no hurry, don't you?"
"I know, you said but I can't stay here forever."
"Where was the flat you looked at?"
"Oh, um. What was it? Ber something? No beckon? Green, Green Road. Oh by the hos..."
"Greenbank Road?
"That's it."
