This is my first submission to Literotica. It comes from a long standing dream I've had and an obsession with older men. Hope you like it!
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The early morning sunlight was breaking through the curtains as Beth woke from a deep and relaxing sleep. It was her first morning in her new home and she couldn't have been happier. She was living the dream she'd held so long, the dream to live in a beautiful old cottage in a sleepy little village in the heart of England.
The outside of the cottage was everything she wanted, a thatched roof, roses round the door, at least there will be come summer and a quaint little garden. Inside was just as good, beams on the ceiling, an aga in the kitchen. It really was country living like she'd imagined it. And the view from her bedroom window was just delightful, you could see for miles across open countryside.
She pulled herself out of bed and once dressed made her way downstairs for some breakfast. Putting the kettle on it dawned on her that she'd forgotten to call in at a shop and get some milk and sugar. Cursing herself for her bad memory she wondered if this might be the best time to introduce herself to her neighbours.
Knocking on the front door of the cottage next to hers she hoped she wasn't waking anyone, the last thing she needed was to annoy her neighbours on her first day there. Thankfully she heard footsteps soon after, followed by the handle being turned. The man who opened the door was a lot taller than herself, a lot older too. Yet despite this Beth couldn't take her eyes off him, he was possibly the most handsome older man she had ever met.
He had to be at least six foot, square jaw, a fine head of silver hair and the most sensual deep blue eyes she had ever seen, although he had to be at least sixty.
"May I help you, miss?"
Beth realised that she'd been staring at him, and he was now looking at her as if she was deranged.
"Hi, sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you," she stammered, "I've just moved in next door and like an idiot I forgot to buy some milk or sugar for my tea. I wondered if you'd be so kind to let me have some of yours."
"Of course, come in a moment."
With that he stepped aside to let her in. As she brushed past him she could tell that despite his age he was still in good shape. The smell of his aftershave filled her nostrils and she could feel herself getting suddenly aroused by him. He was everything a man should be, he spoke well but not too posh and his manners were of a time from before she was even born, very old school.
"It's a pleasure to meet you miss, there's been a lot of discussion as to who would be moving in ever since the sign came down."
She watched him as he moved about the kitchen. He looked divine, with big strong hands and muscular arms. She could picture him wrapping them around her and pulling her into him, planting a passionate kiss on her lips before whisking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. She shook her head to wake herself from her daydream as he turned to her and held out a bag of sugar and a small jug of milk.
"My name's William, and if you even need anything else you know where I am."
"Thank you, you're very kind. I can't function properly in a morning without a cuppa, so I'm very grateful to you. Oh, my name's Beth, sorry, should have said that first off!"
He smiled the most delicious smile and she could feel herself going all giddy inside. As he held the door open for her to leave she could feel her temperature rising and her breath quickening.
"Well thank you again" she managed to stumble as she made her retreat.
She shut her door behind her and leant back to catch her breath.
"Don't be stupid Beth. He's old enough to be your grandfather!" She told herself. And yet she couldn't shake the feeling that had swelled deep in the pit of her stomach.
She had just poured her tea when there was a knock at the door. God, I hope that isn't him, she thought to herself. When she opened the door she was relieved to be looking at a small, stout woman wearing a velour tracksuit.
"Vivian" she exclaimed, "I'm your neighbour to the left"
"Hello, I'm Beth, please come in, it's great to meet you."
"I see you've met the Colonel?"
"I'm sorry?"
"On the other side, William, he was in the Army, moved here from London. He's a widower, his wife died about ten years back and I think he's come here for the peace and quiet."
"Oh dear, poor man" Beth suddenly felt a rush of guilt at the fact that she was secretly pleased he was single.
"Yes, I think he's still coming to terms with it all. He's a decent chap too, do anything for anyone. Anyway I'll let you get your breakfast, just wanted to introduce myself. I'll let myself out."
"It was a pleasure to meet you." And with that she was out of the door and gone.
She felt lucky to have such wonderful neighbours on either side, something she hadn't experienced back home, and it was one of the reasons she had come to a place like this. People in these small villages always pulled together and helped each other out, always friendly and polite. A huge smile spread across her face as she thought about just how friendly she intended to get with one particular resident.
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The colonel sat at the table to eat breakfast and couldn't help but wonder about his new neighbour. She seemed very young to be living alone. Presuming of course she was alone and there was to be no friend or boyfriend joining her. Pretty too with her long, chestnut coloured hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were the colour of emeralds, and they sparkled like them too. She looked in good shape too, curves in the right places, just like a woman should be, and not too tall, about 5'6 he'd guess. To his surprise he felt a queer sort of feeling deep down in his gut, something he hadn't felt since his wife had died. He wondered if it was the thought of the pretty young stranger that had caused him to feel as he did, then he quickly admonished himself.
"Don't be ridiculous man. She's probably young enough to be your granddaughter!" Just a silly old fool he thought. He laughed inwardly as he carried on with his breakfast.
