Blast From the Past

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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The front door knocked, I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was only dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. I opened the door to be faced by a youngish looking woman.

"Yes? I asked.

"Are you Graham Michael Young?" She asked.

Well, I am, but why would she want to know?

"Who wants to know."

"This is difficult, look, can I come in and explain, I know that you are Graham, I have tracked you down."

I stood back and held the door open, she stepped in.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" she asked, "somewhere private, and I can explain."

"There is no one else here," I said, "so we can sit in the lounge if you like. Would you like a drink?"

"A glass of water would be nice, please, yes," she said.

"Right, you sit here and I will go and get you some water."

In the kitchen I briefly ran the tap and then filled a glass and took it back to her before sitting opposite her on my sofa.

She had an air of familiarity about her, she had short dark hair, and was probably about five four, something like that, and around a size ten, maybe twelve, about seven stone or so. She was wearing a hoodie top and a short skirt and trainers.

"So then, what is your name and what is all this about?" I asked.

My name is Mary Lorna Stephens," she said, "I am from Wakefield, although my family is originally from here in Shipley."

"Okay," I said.

"I think you knew my Grandmother, Lorna Abbott, actually, I know that you knew her."

Well, that was a blast from years ago. I had briefly gone out with a girl called Lorna, but then one summer she went to stay with her auntie down in Bournemouth and I didn't see her for months. No such thing as mobile phones back then, so we lost touch. When she eventually came back to Shipley she was very busy helping her mum who had given birth to her new baby sister.

"Oh crumbs, yes, we went out for a while, then she went away and we lost touch."

"Yes. Did you know why she went away?"

"No, she just said one day that she was going to stay with her aunt. When she came back she was very busy with her new baby sister and had no time with me, so we kind of drifted apart."

"That wasn't her sister, that was my Mum. My Mum is your daughter. She went away because you got her pregnant."

"What? Pregnant, why the hell didn't she say?" This had to be a scam, I was sure of it.

"I don't know why she didn't say anything. I think she was five months pregnant before she realised and told her Mum, and it was too late to do anything about it then, so her Mum sent her to a relative and then pretended the baby was hers when she got back."

"That is absolute madness."

"You were both very young."

"But still."

"So you are my granddad. Hello."

"Now I remember more, you do look so much like my Lorna that I went out with. Where is she, I would love to go and see her." Perhaps her physical familiarity was part of the scam.

"She died last year, breast cancer."

"Oh fuck."

"She told me a lot about you, she did love you, you should know that."

I was flummoxed. I had a daughter that I didn't know about. Pretty sure I was about to be scammed.

"What about your Mum, my daughter, I should meet her, this is madness."

"She doesn't want to."

"Why?"

"Because she knows that you did nothing wrong, but feels there is nothing to gain by meeting you."

"I disagree, I have missed so much, I didn't even know she existed."

"She knew about you, she knew you were married and had children. She doesn't want to intrude."

"I am not married any more, my children have left home, and have their own children and she wouldn't intrude."

"She doesn't care, her life is on an even keel, she is a little fragile, my Dad was a bit of an arse, and she doesn't want to rock her applecart."

I sat back and just tried to think. I remembered going to a local park and how Lorna and I had done it for the first time. We had used a condom that I had bought from a vending machine in a local pub toilet. Lorna hadn't been my first, but I had been her first. We had shagged every time we could after that, usually in the back seat of my car parked up in a farmers field entrance in some country lane, or once even behind a Chinese Restaurant and were almost caught by one of the waiters coming out for a smoke.

"You're quiet," she said.

"I don't understand, we always used condoms, Lorna wasn't on the pill."

"Are you saying Mum wasn't yours?" She looked angry.

"God no, nothing like that, I just don't understand how it could have happened is all, I thought we were being careful."

"Well, it seems obviously not. Are you going to ask for a DNA test?" She still looked angry.

"God no, Lorna and I were tight, we didn't cheat. If she got pregnant when she was going out with me, then I am the reason, I have no doubt about that, I just don't understand how." Let me see how he scam plays out.

And for the life of me I couldn't think how, we really did use condoms all the time. I mean I know the ones in the pub were standard issue, later on I managed to buy XL condoms when I wasn't too embarrassed anymore to go into a chemist and ask for them, and then later girlfriends were all on the pill. But still, we always made sure it was on when I went in, so to speak, and still on when I came out.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Well, I have just remembered something?"

"Yes?"

"Well, in the early days, before we had intercourse."

"Before you fucked?"

"Er, yes, before we shagged, we used to fool around, you know?"

"I am not a child, you can say things to me, you fingered her, she wanked you, that kind of fooling around?"

"Yes, quite, and obviously a few times I spunked on her fanny, just on the outside. That must be it, it is all I can think of."

"Sounds iffy to me."

"She liked to wank me against her clit, she would cum when she made me cum. I am pretty sure I was nowhere near her fanny, but I must have been on at least one occasion. Every time we actually shagged I used a condom. There were a couple of times we didn't, but she was on her period then, so that wouldn't have been it."

"You fucked when she was bleeding?"

"Well, yes, a couple of times."

"God."

"Sorry, what do you expect me to say? I never forced Lorna, everything we did, we both wanted to do. I mean, I never shagged her arse, only her fanny, and her hand of course. I suppose wanking is shagging a hand at the end of the day."

"My Mum doesn't want to get to know you, but I do."

"Oh. Okay, I would like that." Were we approaching the endgame, the scam?

"Good, the right answer. Gran used to say that you were fun and she wished that you had gone on to be together, and she said she never regretted having Mum, just the timing was wrong, but, from what she said, I think she did love you."

"Did she marry?"

"Yes, but I don't think there was a sparkle there. Granddad is still alive, but he is in a home now. I doubt that you would know him, Gran said he wasn't a part of the usual croed she used to hang out with."

"What's his name?"

"Grandad? Harry."

I tried to think back, I don't remember ever meeting or hearing of a Harry, it wasn't a common name, I mean there was no one called Harry at school or college.

"Probably not," I said.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked her.

"No, not anymore, we kind of drifted apart after I discovered he was two timing me."

"Probably for the best."

"Yes, I can't have my boyfriend fucking me and someone who had been my best friend, that is just wrong. So in one moment I lost my boyfriend and my best friend."

"Cruel."

"True. I didn't risk the accident that Gran did though, I am on the pill, although these days it is an injection in your arm every ten weeks."

"Bloody hell, I didn't know that is how they do it these days."

"It is how I do it."

"Er, okay, thanks for sharing. I think."

Did I really need to know that? No, and her use of language did shock me a little I had to say, I was not used to it, shagging was my generations term, fucking was not really used, not in that context anyway.

"How did you get here by the way?"

"Bus."

"Do you drive?"

"Yes and no. I passed my test, but can't afford a car. Well, actually, I can't afford a car and insurance, one or the other, yes, both no."

I wondered if this was it, the pitch, was she coming to me for money. Well good luck with that, I don't have any.

"And before you think it," she said, her eyes boring into mine, "I don't want any money off you and if you offer it I shall refuse it. So don't start thinking that."

"God, no, of course, why would I think that?" I lied to her face.

"Because that is what most men would think."

"Well, I am not most men. I have forty years of regret about a daughter I didn't know I have."

"Did you love Gran Lorna?"

"I don't know. I was young, and I really liked Lorna a lot, and I was pretty cut up when she disappeared from my life. Was it love? I honestly don't know. It could easily have turned into love though."

I paused a moment.

"I still don't quite understand why you have contacted me though, I mean I am glad that you have, but, well, it confuses me."

"Gran told me a lot about you, and well, now she is gone, a year last week she has been gone, and I have thought a lot about what she has said, and I decided I needed to get to know you, try and get to know the you that Gran knew."

"Okay, I have no problem, but I doubt I am the same man now as I was back then, that was a long time ago."

"I believe the fundamental thing we are don't change."

"Okay. Look, do you want to eat, it is getting on for tea time and there is a Spoons round the corner, we could go and grab a drink and some food."

"That would be great, yes, but I don't have a lot of money, and I want to pay my share, I am not here to sponge off you."

"For goodness sake, look, I am paying, end of. It is a Wetherspoons, it isn't going to cost the Earth, and it is in walking distance."

"Okay, then yes, that would be nice."

"Let me grab my coat and keys, and I'll be ready."

I went to my coat cupboard under the stairs and grabbed my coat, what they used to call a car coat, it stops at my hips, so you can easily wear it whilst driving, not that we would be driving, and then I grabbed my shoulder bag with my wallet and keys.

"Right, come on then," I said, opening the front door and ushering her out. I turned and locked the front door and we headed off. She put her arm through mine which I thought a bit sweet, but then, I am her Granddad.

The spoons was only just over a five minute walk away, just on the edge of the estate, an old Mill, and we were lucky to find a table, the place was heaving. There was a booth that some people were leaving as we arrived, and so we grabbed that. Mary sat one side, I sat the other facing her.

As my memory of my Lorna began to resurface, I realised how similar Mary was to her Gran. Her build and looks were very similar, her Gran's DNA must be strong. I was beginning to think that she was genuine.

We both ordered curry's, done via the App on my phone, and we both had a fruit cider to go with. The drinks arrived within moments, and as we emptied the bottles into glasses I had a chance to have a good look at Mary. Her face was a smile, she looked happy, and she looked trouble free, I found that quite refreshing.

"What do you do with yourself," she asked me, "do you date, or do you sit at home, or work, what?"

"Crikey, I am a bit old for dating Lorna, sorry, Mary," oops, faux pax, "and I retired a few years ago and just live on my pension. I like photography and often go out in the week and see what I can capture with my camera, just looking at things from a different perspective. I then often spend hours on photoshop just adjusting and embellishing an image."

"Oh wow," she said, "I love photography, but I only use my phone camera, it is all I have, and of course I always have it with me, it may not be a top end camera, but at least I manage to get my shots."

"Exactly a poor shot is better than no shot, and most phones these days have really good cameras."

"I would love to see some of your photographs."

"Well, yes, of course you can."

"Do you take photographs of people, or just places and things?"

"I used to do people, but these days I have no models, so it is just places and things."

"Perhaps you could take some photo's of me one day."

"We'll see, I don't see why not."

At that point our curries arrived, the sides almost taking over the table, it was a good job that we were in a booth and we had a bigger table. I used the App to order more drinks as we had virtually finished our first drinks without even thinking about it.

"Did you do, you know, glamour shots?"

"I did all sorts. If my subject wanted glamour shots then I did, I tried to keep them tasteful, you know, if she was nude, then by careful posing and placing of hands, legs etc, then I could capture her naked beauty without revealing anything."

"How do you mean?"

"Well imagine that you were sat sideways on a settee. With your one leg raised and your hand resting on your knee, you would be seen to be naked, but your, er, fanny, and nipples would be obscured. It wouldn't about hiding your bits, more about enhancing what you have but still revealing what you have."

"Oh wow, I would love to do that."

"Well, don't forget that even though the photo wouldn't show anything, the photographer would still be there and would see everything."

"Oh poo, that doesn't matter, gosh that could be so exciting."

I was a little troubled. Was she suggesting that she strip off for me and pose, or was it just the idea, and something that she wouldn't actually do, my mind was going down rabbit holes.

"What other secret poses do you have" She asked.

"Well there is the famous classic pose of the model sitting astride a backwards chair, her legs splayed out either side, but the chair hiding her fanny, and her hair covering her nipples."

"Wow," she almost gasped.

"Yeah, but your hair is quite short, just like your Gran's was when I knew her."

"Well a bit of tit wouldn't matter," she said.

"Er, quite," I said.

"Another, another pose," she said.

"Sitting naked in a window with the photo taken from outside, smears of dirt on the window obscuring and blurring her anatomy."

"Crumbs, do you have any to show me?"

"No, because when I finished I always gave all the photographs to the models, that way they could trust me to take what they wanted, knowing that their pictures wouldn't end up being shared in magazines or on the internet."

"Lummy."

"Some photo sessions were to take special surprise photo's for their husbands or boyfriends."

"And you were there whilst they were naked and everything?" She asked.

"Yes." I ordered more ciders, they were going down quite quickly, I was glad I wasn't driving.

"And did you used to get turned on?"

"Well, the ladies were usually really attractive, you know, and I am a human."

"Did anything happen? Between you and the models."

"Oh, you don't expect me to answer that do you? Goodness me."

"It did, I know it did."

I just smiled and wiped my bowl of the last of the curry with my naan bread. She was looking at me, as if she were weighing me up, it felt quite odd. I hadn't sat chatting in a pub with a girl, well woman I supposed she was, for a long time. It did feel good, even if she was my Granddaughter.

We sat and had more drinks, just chatting, about the photo's she would like to take, how she loved the idea of nude photography that hid everything but still displayed a lot of skin, and she said she would like to try that with a man as the subject. I smiled.

"Perhaps I could practice on you one day," she said, and that filled my head with images of me naked as she tried to take photographs.

"Come on, we best get back," I said.

We got up and walked out to the street, the cool evening air hitting us and the effects of all the cider really struck home. She put her arm through mine again and we headed back to my house, probably more of a stagger if truth be told.

Back at mine I unlocked and ushered her inside, before turning and securing the front door. I didn't really know where to turn next, I was at a bit of a loss. I went into the kitchen and filled the kettle ready to make coffee, we had both drunk a lot, and as I turned to ask her if she wanted a coffee, she was right in front of me.

She put her arms around me and pressed herself to me.

"Thank you for a lovely meal," she said and she kissed me, and not in a simple thank you way. Of course my dick responded. "Mm," she murmured pushing herself against my hardness.

"Oh, goodness, I am sorry," I managed to say.

"Why? I want to know you the way Gran knew you."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," she said her hand gripping my dick though my trousers.

"I am not sure that is a good idea," I managed as she was undoing my belt.

"Fiddlesticks," and she pushed my trousers and underpants down.

"I bet Gran never did this," she said and sank to her knees and sucked my dick into her mouth.

I gasped, my breath just failing me. I stood there, my trousers around my ankles as a woman I had not known just a few hours ago sucked my dick. She seemed quite proficient. Actually, she was proficient, she had my dick in and out of her mouth, her tongue licking my end as her hand held my foreskin back.

"Shit, I won't last if you keep doing that." I managed.

"We better go up to your bed then," she said, "I presume it is up here?" And she stood up and headed up the stairs. I followed my head in a whirl, my mind in a turmoil and my trousers held up by my hands.

My bedroom door was open, and embarrassingly I hadn't tidied my bed.

"Here we are," she said as she entered and pulled my unkempt quilt off the bed. She turned and pulled her top off revealing pert breasts behind a white lacy bra. She undid her skirt and let it fall, her knickers a small thong that barely hid anything, her garden bursting out each side.

"I bet girls didn't shave in Gran's day," she said as she pulled her thong down and kicked it off, standing naked as her bra joined the rest of the clothes. She scrambled onto my bed, and looked at me.

"Come on Graham, get them off and get over here." She was running her finger down her hairy crease as she spoke to me.

I let my trousers and underpants fall, stepping out of them as I pulled my top over my head, and I too was naked. I went across to the bed and climbed up next to her. Whatever the line was, if it was there, had been crossed, I leant forward and kissed her, my mouth sliding over hers, my tongue pressing in, seeking hers, my hand cupping and gently squeezing her right breast. Oh God, I was taken back all those years, she was Lorna and I was lost in my memory.

My hand left her breast and went down over her stomach, teasing at the hairs above her fanny, easing her lips apart and running my fingers down her wet valley, easing around her entrance and then back up to her nubbin.

Her clitoris was hard, just like her grans had been, I could resist no longer, and I moved down the bed, opened my mouth and sucked her hairy clitoris into my mouth.

"Oh Lorna," I mumbled, my tongue swirling around her clitoris, flicking it from side to side, her gasps echoing around the room, as her Grans had around the back of my car. I pressed two stiff fingers at her entrance, easily passing her opening and deep inside the heat of her fanny, my palm pressing against her labia, forcing them apart, a finger stretching past her fanny and touching her bum.