Harry lay on his bed smiling. It was only ten minutes ago that the beautiful Fiona had left him feeling spent and satisfied again. It had been the third time that Fiona had visited Harry and as he watched her wiggle out of his bedroom, he thought back to the first time and how unexpected it had been.
Harry was approaching 60 and had been widowed five years ago. He had loved his wife dearly and even though he still worked and mixed with women every day, he could never see himself being with anybody else. Sure, he had urges, like all men and was no stranger to porn or self-pleasure. He just couldn't imagine actually having sex with another woman after only knowing one female body for the last thirty-odd years.
That was, however, until he met Fiona. Harry's daughter Catherine was on her way to a party and popped in to her Dad's house on the way to pick up a bottle of vodka he'd saved for her. It had been a Christmas gift that Harry didn't really want -- he was more a whisky kind of guy -- but he knew Cathy would find a use for it!
She let herself in to Harry's house, as usual, shouting "Hey Dad, only me!" in her smiling voice.
Harry walked in to the hall to greet her with a kiss on the cheek and he noticed two other girls waiting outside.
"Hi Cathy, how's things?" he asked. "Those two going to the party with you?"
Cathy looked over her shoulder, as if she'd forgotten they were with her.
"Oh, yes, that's Vicky and her little sister. It's Vick who fancies this bottle of Peach Vodka you don't want."
"Well, invite them in," said Harry. "It's rude to leave them on the doorstep."
Cathy smiled and turned back to the door.
"Come on in and meet my Dad," she said to the two girls.
"I've met your Dad before," said Vicky, "but Fee hasn't."
They trotted in through the front door and Harry greeted them both.
"Hi Mr. J," said Vicky, "you remember me?"
Harry smiled and said "Of course, how are you Vicky? Keeping out of trouble?"
A big smirk came over Vicky's face. "Always!" she replied. "But I can't speak for my little sister here. Fee, say hi to Mr J. This is Fiona."
Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Fiona. She was obviously a lot younger than Cathy and Vicky, who were both in their early thirties. He estimated Fiona was no more than about twenty-two or twenty-three. Not only was she strikingly beautiful, she had on the shortest skirt Harry had ever seen, paired with a very low-cut top. Typical young girl, thought Harry, on her way to a party with all the goods on display!
He hoped his reaction hadn't been too obvious as he extended his hand formally and said "Hello Fiona, nice to meet you. I'm Harry."
Fiona gave him her best dazzling smile and said "Hi, I've heard all about you, Mr. J!" mysteriously, and shook his hand, holding it a second longer than felt entirely comfortable.
Harry was flustered by this sexy little thing but was self-aware enough to know he was nothing special to look at. He figured she was just that type of girl, friendly and forthcoming. He'd met very pretty girls before like Fiona, all smiles and very tactile. He always left them muttering to himself, 'Damn, if I was thirty years younger....'
"Heard all about me, eh?" Harry enquired. "That must have been boring for you!"
Fiona, still grinning broadly, replied "Not at all, but they didn't tell me how handsome you are!"
Harry blushed. My God, he thought, it had been some years since a beautiful girl in her twenties had said that to him. Then he thought, actually no girl in her twenties had ever said that to him, his own wife included!
He laughed as Cathy came back into the hall clutching the bottle of Vodka and said "Fee, stop flirting with my Dad! I'm not sure his poor heart can take it!"
Harry shook his head and admitted "Well, it is beating a little faster than normal! But so far, so good."
That was it. The first time he met Fiona and it was over almost as quick as it had begun. The three girls wafted out of his house with their cheery goodbyes, but he did notice Fiona turning back to see if he was watching her walk away, which he most certainly was.
That evening, Harry entered 'Hot Teens' into the Pornhub search bar instead of 'Milfs'. He was aware that Fiona wasn't a teen but then, neither were most of the 'teens' doing porn. He tended to prefer the more mature woman and had flirted occasionally with the older ladies at the office. But something had stirred in his loins when he'd seen Fiona in the flesh, all fresh-faced beauty and perfect-bodied, as you would expect in one so young. The fact that she was younger than his own daughter made him chuckle to himself. What the fuck, he thought, harmless fun. A man can dream...
Harry's imagination ran away with him later that evening. He was lying on his bed, thoughts of Fiona and her perfect young body running through his head as he masturbated. He jerked himself slowly, imagining her naked, dancing for him like a stripper. He wondered what it would be like to touch her skin, feel her breasts, taste her pus... when he suddenly came hard, covering his belly and chest with thick globs of cum.
The speed and ferocity of his own orgasm took him by surprise and he lay there for a few minutes just smiling. He continued stroking his cock, imagining Fiona was lying next to him, licking the creamy cum from his body. If she did that then reached up to kiss him he would... Oh fuck! He came a second time, just as powerfully and as suddenly as the first time.
Wow, he hadn't been able to cum that easily twice in quick succession since he was in his twenties! He eased himself off the bed and quickly slipped in to his bathroom to shower off. He deliberately set the temperature to cold and shivered as he washed his body clean. Damn, he couldn't get that girl out of his mind!
A couple of weeks passed and despite having seen Cathy again a few times, no mention was made of Fiona. He had bumped in to Vicky when he'd been in Starbucks. She thanked him again for the vodka and even offered to buy his coffee but didn't say anything about Fiona -- why would she? So when his doorbell sounded that Friday evening, he was particularly surprised to find Fiona standing at his door, looking every bit as delightful as she had the first time he'd met her.
"Oh, hello. Fiona, isn't it?" stuttered Harry.
"Hi Harry" said Fiona with an impish expression on her face.
All Cathy's friends had always called Harry 'Mr. J' but he really liked Fiona using his name.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, of course," replied Harry, standing aside and ushering her in.
His mind was reeling as to why this young girl should want to visit him on her own.
"You're probably wondering why I've called in," Fiona said, reading his mind.
"Not that I'm not delighted to see you, but yes, I am a bit curious," said Harry, hoping he didn't sound too eager.
He led her through to the lounge and offered her a seat.
"Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, vodka?"
Fiona smiled, saying "Ha! Vick's the vodka girl, not me. I prefer beer actually if you have any?"
Harry glanced over to the open bottle of Carlsberg next to his chair and nodded. He went into the kitchen to grab a cold one from the fridge, still wondering what the hell this beautiful girl wanted. He flipped the cap off the bottle, figured she wasn't the kind of girl who'd want a glass, and returned to the lounge. He handed the bottle to Fiona and she thanked him, then she took a long swig, as if to settle her nerves before speaking.
Harry said nothing but just sat there smiling, the silence encouraging Fiona to speak first. He'd learnt a few tricks over the years as a salesman, and staying silent was always the most effective way of getting somebody to speak first.
"Well," began Fiona. "When we met the other day, I couldn't help but notice you looking at me. I hope you don't mind me saying this?"
Harry looked at the carpet, feeling like he'd been busted. He composed himself and decided he wasn't about to be bettered by a slip of a girl and replied with "You did, huh? I'm sure you weren't surprised though. I bet I wasn't the only one to look admiringly at you that night. Just the skirt alone was enough to raise more than a few eyebrows!"
He smiled, hoping his teasing was having the desired effect, then added "I may be old, but I'm not dead yet!"
Fiona smiled and said "Right, but here's the thing. That night after we got to the party, I did get hit on by a few guys. But I really wasn't in the mood, which is odd for me. Then I realized it was because I was thinking of you. All of a sudden, the guys hitting on me looked like little boys."
Harry nodded, sagely, like he'd caused this to happen to a hundred innocent girls in the past.
"If it makes you feel any better," he replied, "I've been thinking a lot about you these last two weeks, and if I'm honest, they haven't all been entirely pure thoughts!"
Fiona beamed and took another long draught from her bottle of beer.
"Promise you're not teasing me?" she asked.
Harry shook his head and said "Me? I think it might be you doing the teasing, not me! You sure you're not here to win a bet with your friends? You know, get the old guy interested in you, then blow him off and win twenty quid!"
"Oh my God, NO!" shouted Fiona. "I would never do that, I promise. What do you take me for?"
That put the ball firmly back into Harry's court and he apologised, saying "Well, you can't blame me for being a bit suspicious, can you? I mean, it's not every day a beautiful girl younger than my daughter rocks up to my house and shares a beer with me!"
Fiona nodded. "You sure about that?" she teased.
"Positive," stated Harry. "It hasn't happened for at least two weeks... So, what's on your mind, Fee? I can call you Fee?"
Fiona nodded, "Yes, please do. All my friends do and I think I can count you as a friend? she said, questioningly.
"Prettiest friend I ever had," was all he could think of saying.
"Oh, you old charmer!" replied Fiona, making Harry feel every bit of his 58 years old.
