Until my Granddad passed away last year I had been going to see him quite regularly since he moved into a retirement village a few years ago. It isn't like an old peoples home where everyone looks like they have already passed onto the next life, it is a community of decent homes where elderly people are among others like themselves. It isn't a cheap place to retire to, most of the residents are quite wealthy, but they have taken the decision to let someone else look after their needs.
It has the advantage of a common area used for social gatherings, bingo evenings and other various entertainments laid on. There are also permanent staff who prepare meals, a nurse is always on duty and there is a general caretaker for doing all the repair work and odd jobs.
Whenever I went I always seem to get roped into doing a bit of shopping for my Granddad or his friends. I didn't mind as it isn't far from the local shops, plus it keeps the older people off the roads! One of my Granddad's friends lost his wife a couple of years ago so I always made sure I called in on him and make sure he has everything he needs. His name is Joe and he was just older than my Granddad, being 71 years old.
I can imagine Joe was a real ladies man in his day, he is still full charm and always has a bit of a glint in his eye. He is originally from Liverpool, and if anyone can charm their way into a girls knickers it is a scouser!
It was a few weeks ago and I thought I would call in on Joe to see how he was doing and see if he needed anything from the shop.
When I knocked at his home he called me in without getting up, so I let myself in as usual and wandered through to his living room. He was sat watching an old episode of Charlie's Angels.
"Hi Joe, how are you today," I asked.
"Hi doll, I'm pretty good."
He always calls me doll. I found it quite annoying at first but I have got used to it now, in fact I find it quite sweet. Whenever I see him he checks me out and always comments on what I am wearing. I had gone looking pretty casual, a pair of green combat pants, trainers, white vest and a black, zip-up hoody.
"You look like you could give these girls a run for their money," he said indicating to the t.v.
"Anything they can do, I am sure I can do better," I laughed.
"I wouldn't bet on that," he said.
"What do you mean by that," I asked.
"Oh nothing, just forget I said anything."
I hate it when people say that. Why bring something up and then not explain what they are going on about? This time I decided to let it go.
"So can I fetch you anything today Joe?"
He lowered the volume on the t.v and seemed to be thinking about what he needed.
"Well there is something, but I'm not sure I should be asking you to get it for me," he said.
"Really, why is that?"
"Well it is a bit....personal," he replied.
Now I guess I shouldn't have pushed it, but curiosity had got the better of me.
"Come on, it can't be anything I haven't fetched for you guy's before. Besides, I don't embarrass easily."
"Are you sure, because I don't want you thinking bad of me. And if I tell you it has to be our secret."
This sounded really intriguing.
"I swear I won't get upset and I won't say a word about it to anyone," I assured him.
"I'd like you to get me a magazine," he said.
"That's okay, what's wrong with that?" I said.
Now almost at the same time I was saying those words I realised exactly what it was he was asking for. I felt my face flush as my Granddad's friend looked at me.
"You see, I haven't even asked you and you're blushing. I thought you didn't embarrass easily?"
"I don't normally, it's just that you were my Granddad's friend, I wasn't expecting you to ask me that."
"Forget I asked doll," he said.
I looked at him and suddenly felt sad for him. I suppose even old guy's still feel horny at times. It wouldn't look too good to the other residents if he popped into the local newsagents on one of their days out and walked out with a porn magazine!
"Any particular magazine, or shall I use my judgement?" I asked.
"Oh, err, whatever you thinks best. Something with lots of pictures, less of the writing."
"I'll see what I can do," I replied.
It was only a mile to the nearest shops, but I often went to them and didn't want to go somewhere I would be known, so I drove to the next village. I parked up in front of a small building on the village green and suddenly felt nervous. I had never bought an adult magazine before. Do men feel like this when they go to buy them?
Don't be daft, I told myself, there's nothing wrong with it. With that I took a deep breath and made my way to the shop. I looked over to the counter as I walked in. There was a woman serving, which made me feel a bit better, though I don't know why.
I walked up to the magazines and glanced up at them. How was I supposed to know which had more photos and less writing? There were a few cute looking girls on the covers of some, others had women with really large boobs. Some of the titles put me off straight away. I never realised there was such a choice.
I reached up and took one down and had a quick flick through. There seemed to be a lot of adverts and not many girls in it, so I quickly put that back and took another one down. This didn't look great, the girls weren't up to much, most of them seemed older and the emphasis seemed to be on their feet!
I have had a few occasions when I have wondered what it would be like to be with a girl, and have fantasised about it when laying in bed playing with myself. But I have never really thought about a particular girl. What type would I go for?
Looking back at the shelf I saw a really pretty girl on the cover of a magazine called Club. I took it down and had a look through. There seemed to be plenty of pictures, a few adverts and a few stories. This would do I thought to myself. As I turned and walked to the counter I saw the woman looking at me and I felt a little awkward.
"It's my boyfriends' birthday," I lied to her.
She didn't say anything, just took my money and gave me my change. If she doesn't like selling them, why stock them, I thought to myself?
When I got to my car I couldn't help but have a proper look. The girl on the cover was called April and was nineteen years old. She was very pretty, blonde with perky boobs. I suddenly found my pussy getting a little moist as I looked at her photos. She was totally shaved around her pussy lips but had a little tuft of hair on her mound.
Maybe I should tell Joe I didn't get him the magazine and keep it for myself! Then I remembered how I felt sorry for him and, starting the car up I drove back.
I hadn't been gone more than twenty minutes so I didn't bother knocking, just let myself in and walked through.
He seemed a little flustered and was sat on his sofa with a cushion on his lap. The t.v. still had Charlie's Angels on, and the really pretty blonde one with the big hair was in a bikini. I must admit, she looked very hot. As I found myself appreciating my second blonde of the day I realised why Joe had the cushion...he had a hard-on!
I thought back to all the times he had tried to embarrass me, about how I used to get pissed off when he called me doll, and decided to get a bit of payback.
I sat down on the sofa next to him and put the copy of Club on the cushion.
"Will this do?" I asked.
