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Kate’s husband Dave had run off with his secretary two years ago. Not that Kate was really bothered by his betrayal. In her eyes, he was a worthless piece of shit and even that was complementing him. They had met in the spring of '97 – married by the spring of '98 – and separated in the millennium year. She had realised she’d made a huge mistake when she’d found out he’d cheated on her the day after their honeymoon.

Since then, she’d retreated further and further within herself, moping about with just her TV for company, and her garden for relaxation. Kate loved pottering about her small back yard, watering plants and mowing her lawn, it was her little piece of heaven. Or at least it was, until the arrival of that ‘dirty old man’ next door.

He’d moved in just three months ago, when her former neighbour Helen, had got seconded to work in the States.

“My Dads coming to house-sit for me Kate. His name is Bill and erm…” Helen was struggling with this conversation, even though she’d rehearsed it many times. Kate could see the discomfort in her neighbour’s face. “Look, I’m going to be straight with you Kate, he can come across as a bit crude at times. I thought I’d warn you. A long career in the Army has pretty much defined him as a man, and not necessarily in a good way. But he’s lovely when you get to know him, really, he is. It’s just, he’s been on his own for so long now, he’s lost any thread of decorum, certainly since mum died, she used to keep him in check. Oh, and he’s not great with strangers either.” Helens face was turning crimson with embarrassment. “Like many men, he opens his mouth before engaging the brain. But other than that, he’s a real sweaty, I promise.” Helen’s pretend laugh wasn’t encouraging for Kate.

Kate recalled her neighbour’s words, as she made her friend Paula a cup of coffee. “A bit crude! Wow that was an understatement.”

“Sorry, what did you say.”

“Oh nothing, just talking to myself.” Kate replied. “Well? Do you know him?”

“Look Kate, contrary to what you might think, I don’t actually know every man in this town, and I don’t know this one, and I’m not sure I want to either.

Kate laughed, “Well I don’t know why not, you’ve had most of the other guys in this area.”

Her friend Paula playfully jabbed Kate in the ribs. “Bitch.”

“He’s a soapy looking bugger isn’t he.” Added Paula as she studied Kates neighbour through the dining room window.

“Yeh I know, he looks like he needs a damn good wash.”

“And a shave too. A bit of stubble is okay on a young guy, but grey stubble on an old man is not very sexy… Does he smell?”

“Not they I know of, but I try not to get too close to him.” She replied. "You wouldn't believe the things he says to me."

"What do you mean? Like aggressive?” Paula asked, suddenly looking at her friend,

"No, not like that, I think he’s pretty harmless, but really dirty stuff… crude stuff.”

“Oh-my-god, you mean dirty, as in sexy! Yuk!... Do you think he fancies you?”

“Well I certainly don’t fancy HIM! He’s disgusting, and about twice my age.”

“Yeh, I must admit he is a bit ancient looking, but let’s be honest sister you ain’t exactly been getting any action since Dave went, have you? You could do worse; he looks fit for an old guy. I could imagine him swinging through the trees like Tarzan, with you in his arms.”

“Oh please, I maybe out of touch but I’m not bloody desperate.”

Just as the words left her mouth, her neighbour turned towards them, and the women ducked down below the window frame.

“Bloody hell Paula, do you think he saw us?”

Paula giggled and replied, “Nah, I don’t think so, but fucking hell Kate, those eyes!”

“Yeh I know right. I’ve never seen such blue eyes, and they seem to look right through you don’t they. I find them a bit scary to be honest?”

“Yes, I think he’s got x-ray eyes, like the Terminator. Do you think he can see through my clothes? That’d be a bit weird, imagine if he could see my tits through my sweater.”

“Paula, I’m not sure the Terminator has x-ray eyes, and let’s be honest, they can see your fucking tits from outer space.” Kate laughed out loud.

“Very true. Unlike your’s babe, you’d need a fucking magnifying glass to see your pancakes.”

“Bitch”

The girls laughed and sneaked into the front lounge, away from the prying eyes. “I’ve had enough of looking at Neanderthal man, he gives me the willies”, said Kates friend.

Kate on the other hand was rather enjoying looking at her Palaeolithic neighbour.

**

"Hi Kate," the old man growled. Seeing Kate over his garden fence, "Has your mate left?"

"I wasn't aware we were on a first name terms, Mr. Cox," Kate snapped, as she raised her watering can to reach the plants in her hanging basket.

"Well, I’m just being neighbourly. Like I've said before, you can call me Bill, although I admit to liking to way you say Mr. Cox," he sneered, emphasising the word COX. "That mate of yours, that was here earlier? She’s got a nice pair of knockers. Not that I’ve ever been a tit-man myself, I prefer a nice big ass, like yours.”

Kate refused to turn around and face him. Not because she was scared of what her reaction might be towards this insensitive man, but because she didn’t want to show him how flushed she was.

"Tell me Mr Cox, what the hell has the size of my ass or my friend’s breasts got to do with you.”

"Just making small talk, that’s all. If you know what I mean.”

"I neither know, nor care what you mean Mr Cox," Kate told him curtly.

"Your friend ain't bad looking, but I think you're prettier. Less make-up. I don’t like all that make-up. I wonder what she’s hiding under there.”

He moved closer to the fence, "Yes, she's got a big pair, and I reckon she gets lots of male attention with those puppies, but you know what they say? More than a handful is a waste.”

"God you are so vulgar," Kate turned quickly towards him, not caring if her red face caused a reaction or not. Her anger overwhelmed her. "Have you no filter, Mr. Cox? Do you talk to all women like this?"

"Nah, only the ones that turn me on. I have a real thing for redheads like you. Plus, I can tell you want it."

"What the Fuck?"

"Oh, you won't admit it, not to yourself or anybody else for that matter, but you want it. Been a while since you got laid and you miss it. Plus, I suspect that you never did it with a guy like me before.” Bill smiled at her. "You're wondering, what it would be like to have a real man that wouldn't just hump you for a few minutes in the missionary position, before cumming, and falling asleep like your husband used to.”

"Are you through you fucking wanker!” Shouted Kate, her anger exploding like it had never done before. “My husband was more of a man than you’ll ever be, he would never talk to a woman the way you just spoke to me." Kate still hadn’t got used to saying ex-husband yet.

"Ouch! You’ve got a bit of spirit in you, I like that.” Kates anger grew to boiling point as he continued, “Have you worn a bit of lippy today? I think you have? You’ve opened an extra button on your blouse too. I notice these things you see. Very nice. And no bra today. Are you cold Mrs Connor or just pleased to see me?”

"How dare you! I think I've had enough of this disgusting conversation,"

"No you haven't. You love it. Look at your nipples, they are almost ripping holes in your blouse.”

Bill watched as Kate stormed into her house, slamming the kitchen door behind her. “Stroppy cow, but sexy as hell though.”

*

After the door slammed shut behind Kate, she threw the plastic watering can against the wall knocking a glass tumbler off the work service, sending shards across the floor.

“Fucking piece of shit! How dare he talk to me like that. He has no right to talk about my body the way he does.” She placed her hands over her breasts trying to hide the swelling of her nipples. The waves of her excitement had exhausted her and delighted her too, but now she felt like crying.

She hated the fact that he was right about her longing, and she hated herself even more for wanting him, but the thrill was like a drug and she wanted her fix. She’d never felt this way about any man before, and she hated and fancied him all at the same time.

Last night, when she couldn't sleep, the image of Mr. Cox came into her mind, he wasn't wearing those tatty old jeans and that disgusting soil stained singlet, but was naked other than a pair of skinny shorts that showed his bulge in full glory, and despite her disgust at his old body, she had put her hands between her legs and fantasized until she came.

"Snap out of it, Kate!” She sighed, trying to free her mind. “Paula was right. I do need to get out into the real world," She looked around at the broken glass on the floor, and it was then that the door slowly creaked open.

Kate turned around quickly, and standing in the open doorway was Mr. Cox, his cold blue eyes sending shivers from her stomach to more receptive parts.

"What do you want? I'll scream, I swear, don’t come any closer,"

"Just came to check and see if you were okay, I thought I heard something smash” He stepped into Kates kitchen and tapped a piece of broken glass across the tiled floor with his boot. “Were you talking to yourself? I do that on occasions. I think it comes from being alone. No fun sometimes, is it? Being alone?

"I’m okay, don’t bother yourself about me." She said, clenching her fists, feeling like her space had been invaded.

"You know, the things I say to you? If I really and truly offend you, I apologize. It's just that when we first started to chat, a couple of months ago, I think I said a couple of cheeky things and you chuckled. Maybe I got the wrong idea.” Kate looked into those eyes and saw some real warmth for the first time. “I think I went too far today. I’m very sorry. I think I was just trying to let you know in my admittedly crude way that somebody thinks you're very attractive.”

Kate unclenched her fists, and a small tear run down her cheek. She turned her face slightly, hoping he wouldn’t see. "Look I’m sorry too, it's just you aren't like any other man I've even met before. You scare me, and stuff."

"Don't think I haven't heard that before," Bill chuckled, "I've never been the polished gentleman most women would like, and I guess I was lucky to find a woman who could put up with me for as long as my Tina did. But the things I've said about you out there, I erm, look I’m really sorry, okay."

"What about the things you said out there?”

"Well, I, erm, meant every word. I think you're incredibly sexy, and that's without you really trying. To think of you shutting yourself up inside here, it’s such a waste. Look, I know you're a very sensual person, I can sense it, and of course I fancy the hell out of you.” He stumbled over his words, which made Kate feel better. “However, I’m not a moron, I know you’re a hot, red-headed, bit of totty, and I’m an old fart, so the chances of you fancying me are remote, but I just wanted to let you know what I think.”

"Oh my god" Kate mumbled as her complexion turned red.

"No need to be embarrassed, Kate.”

"I don't know what to say,"

"You don't need to say anything. Look I know because of what your husband did and because of my crude ways that you probably think all men are shits, and you’re probably right. We are as you say, a bunch of wankers. But if you ever feel like popping over to my place one evening for a coffee or something stronger, I’d like to make amends. I promise I’ll be the perfect gentleman. Maybe we can get to know each other better, and then the rest is up to you. I would never tell anyone about us, and I would never hurt you. Just think about it.” Bill turned back to the door. “I think I better say goodbye, maybe I’ve said too much already. Best sweep up those broken bits as quickly as you can though, or you may cut your pretty little feet.”

Kate took a while to recover from the conversation, and after sweeping up the broken glass poured herself a large glass of wine. She never normally drank during the day, but since her new neighbour had moved in, she often felt the need.

She laughed at the thought of her going next door under the cloak of darkness, maybe with a hood over her head, for a clandestine shag with Mr Cox. Then she tried to imagine him without his clothes. Was he really that hairy? What would his bald head look like between her thighs? Would he be big all over? That night she barely slept.

It wasn't until a week of nights later that she found herself crossing through the adjoining back gardens and knocking on Mr Cox’s door.

*

"Mrs. Connor!" choked the startled man wearing just a pair of boxers and a T shirt. "Come in. Please come in, it’s a cool evening isn’t it. I haven’t seen you for about a week. Are you okay?”

"Well, Mr. Cox, I think our last conversation took a bit of time for me to digest." Kate said, as she made a tentative step inside her neighbour's home. She felt shivery, but she wasn’t cold. In fact, she felt herself blushing after discreetly glancing at the front of Mr Cox’s boxer shorts and remembering her dream.

"Just got out of the shower I’m afraid" Mr. Cox explained and then quickly added, "Come in, make yourself comfortable and let me go put on some clothes."

Kate had never seen him so clean and polished. "No Mr. Cox, I can only stay a minute," she said as she offered him a small Tupperware container of freshly baked muffins "Here, a sort of a peace offering."

"I didn't know we were at war, but I thank you for them. Blueberry if I’m not mistaken," he said, lifting the corner of the lid and peering inside. I’ll enjoy these.

Kate nodded nervously, as she was ushered into the living room.

"Would you like a drink?" he offered, and when she asked what he was having, Mr. Cox replied it was a scotch and coke. Kate agreed.

“How would you like that? Ice and Lemon?”

"No, just in a glass," Kate quipped nervously, and when her neighbour laughed, she started to relax. She looked at him properly for the very first time, she’d only ever seen him in tatty jeans and a vest.

He was easily six foot and 220lbs, with grey chest hair protruding above his T shirt. She’d always been a sucker for big biceps and this man had them in spades. The blonde grey hairs on his arms shimmered gold in the lamplight. He was clean and shaven, which surprised her. Other than the fact he was old enough to be her Dad, she liked what she saw. In fact, if her pussy could talk it would have said “Yummy”

"This visit is a pleasant surprise," Bill Cox said, as he handed her a generous serving of scotch and coke and motioned her to sit on the sofa.

"I'm as surprised as you are," Kate replied, and made herself comfortable, as she looked around the incredibly neat and tidy living room.

Bill watched her eyes, “Tell me the truth. You were probably expecting some sort of hoarders hell with crap everywhere weren’t you.”

"I don't know about that," Kate laughed in between sips. "I do know I wasn’t expecting this though.”

"Thirsty!" Bill chuckled as he noted her near empty glass.

"Nervous as hell is more like it. I guess I can use alcohol as an excuse tomorrow morning if I make a fool of myself tonight."

“I'm nervous too, if it’s any consolation. I don't get much company. In fact, I must tell you, this is the first time I’ve entertained a woman on my own for many years. I have to say, I'm really impressed that you turned up at all. It took a lot of guts to come over here and see me, someone you hardly know."

"Actually, thanks to the Internet you can find out a lot about people you don’t know,” Kate said.

“Oh fuck, you youngsters are so savvy, and what nasties did you find out about me?” He looked a little nervous. “I really feel at a disadvantage now. It’s bad enough that I’m about twenty years older than you, without you knowing all my secrets.”

“Twenty-nine years older actually.” Kate smiled and took another large gulp of scotch.

“Thanks for pointing that out. You’re not helping my insecurities much.” Bill smiled.

Kate enjoyed seeing Bill squirm a little, it made a nice change. It was normally her who was feeling uneasy. “You were a soldier in the Army. A Sergeant in the fusiliers. You fought in Bosnia, Iraq and three tours of Afghanistan. You saved people’s lives…You won…”

“Slow down, lets drop it okay.” Bill said sharply, interrupting her. “Its history. It was a long time ago. War is a bad thing. I’m not proud of any of it. Let’s talk about something else. Let’s talk about the here and now.”

“No, let’s not drop it.” Kate replied, looking him squarely in the face, enjoying being in charge for a change. “In fact, if I hadn’t have read your online page, I probably wouldn’t be here with you right now. “You won the Queens gallantry medal. For fucks sake Bill, do you know how many people have won that medal, I can tell you it’s less than 200. Whether you like it or not, you are actually a hero to some people.”

“Hey, I was doing my job that’s all. It was just a set of circumstances; I could have easily been the one that needed saving.” Bill’s eyes left hers. He was uncomfortable with talking about his life. Then a smile spread across his face. “You’re only talking about this so you can get to see my war wound, aren’t you?”

“Yes please, but maybe after another scotch.”

"It's in a X-rated place," Bill added, as he poured her another drink.

"Wow, is it big… the scar I mean," Kate laughed, then shook her head at herself. "Sorry, that wasn't me talking. That was the scotch."

"Well, whoever it was talking, I like your sense of humour. Maybe you’ll find out how big it is, later,” he winked.

Kate sat in silence for a moment, thinking how much she’d imagined this moment in her head. He said he’d be a gentleman and he was being that, and it disappointed her a little. She imagined a rough smelly uncouth man, pawing her from the minute she was inside his home, but she was wrong. She imagined she’d be in and out in five angry minutes, yet she was still there, one hour later, with her chastity still intact. She also remembered that he’d said that he’d happily supply the drinks and the conversation, but the rest was up to her. Kate turned to look at him at the same time as he turned towards her.

“Can I ask you something.” They both said at the same time.

“Ladies first,” said Bill smiling softly.

“No please, you go first, I need to think a little before I speak, and maybe another glass of scotch will help my courage.” She said, holding out her glass.

“Sure thing,” Bill said, pouring Kate another drink. “Look, I know I can be a little rough around the edges, and I say things that upset most people, but I feel something really strong for you Kate. I don’t know if it’s love. I thought I loved my Tina, and yes this feels the same, but it also feels different. And yes, it’s lust, or it is for me, but again it’s not just lust.” His eyes checked her for a reaction. “Look, I’m making a right hash of this, I want to say here and now that I think you are gorgeous.”

She liked this different Bill, as he paced nervously around room, looking for the right words, which he found after another gulp of his drink. “Is it love, or lust or something altogether different.” He added, “I just don’t know Kate. Maybe it has no name at all, something lost in time that was once important to Adam and Eve, before the world went crazy. It’s scary Kate, but I enjoy it more each day. My heart jumps into my mouth every time I see you.”

Kate was overwhelmed. Nobody had ever spoken such beautiful words to her before, and even if it was his rehearsed way of getting her into bed, she didn’t care. This gnarled, angry and dirty old man had taken all her fears and anxieties away in one glorious evening. Instead of being a brut, he had turned into a kind and sensitive man, and just about as sexy as any man she’d ever met. She moved towards him and smiled.

“Now it’s my turn to speak,” Kate replied. “I’ve only got a few words to say,” she added. “Are you going to fuck me or are we going to talk all night.”

*

His was not the gentle pressing of lips Kate had been used to, but instead a very passionate kiss that set her back. She could feel his power through her whole body. His hand flew down the row of blouse buttons in seconds, somehow leaving her top wide open. Soon a hand was inside her blouse, sensually feeling her very plaint breasts and making her already swollen nipples throb with desire.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time,” he sighed, and as the room seemed to spin around Kate, she found herself on her back, and on his bed.

Her host pulled off her skirt, with the help of her lifting her ass off the bed, and then did the same with her knickers, and when he saw the trimmed triangle of ginger hair between her thighs, he gave her a grin of approval.

“Maybe now’s a good time to show me your battle scar.” Kate smiled back. Feeling a little awkward being singularly naked.

Kate noticed his beautiful eyes sparkle even more than usual. She’d heard of men who could talk with their eye’s, this man could tell whole stories. She propped herself up on the pillows as he started removing his T-shirt which took less than a second. Her hand unconsciously wandered to her wet pussy as she surveyed his chest.

It was true, she had never met a man like Bill before and seeing his huge hairy chest and bulging belly confirmed that fact. Her previous lovers had all been slim and wiry. Bill was neither of those things.

She could see grey hairs protruding from the back of his shoulders like some dominant silver-back gorilla, but rather than putting her off, it filled her with even more desire for him. Then just as quickly, he was naked, knee walking across the bed. The cock that she had imagined in her dreams was coming towards her, not especially big, but thick and powerful. It was already rock hard and bending upwards with a big purple head that shone in the evening light from the window.

Bill lowered his face into her moist red thicket. Her legs instinctively opened for him as he went down on her, his feverish tonguing adding to the animal-like feel in the air. He knew what he was doing, Kate somehow knew he would be good, and he was. He gently opened her labia and chased every lick and flick of her clit, with sliding a large part of his tongue inside her. She was quickly heading to an orgasm, and her encouraging sighs filled the room. He slid a finger inside and ploughed her clit with his tongue. Then suddenly the knot in her lower belly that had been tightening for months, snapped, and her legs tightened around his bald head.

“Fucking hell old man, where’d you learn to do that.” She moaned, as wave after wave crashed through her body. “Normally it takes ages for a man to bring me off, you’ve just broke the record.” She wanted him inside her and told him so. He gently backed away from her, giving her a moment to catch her breath and enjoy the after-glow of her orgasm.

Feeling his movement on the bed, her eyes opened and saw his penis pointing up at her, it looked hungry. A few moments ago, it was attractive and exciting, but the absurdly thick beast looked angry and alarming now. His tight balls matched the rest of him, hairy and large. When her eyes went up to meet Bill’s he must have sensed the fear in her, because he smiled.

“It’s going to be okay Mrs Connor, we’ll take it slowly" he whispered, and then she felt him gently move his swollen member between her folds before easing himself inside of her.

Even with his tenderness the pain at first was intense, yet it soon dissipated as she got used to having a man inside her again, and when he moved the rest of his cock into her it felt like it had always belonged there. Kate wrapped her legs around his hips and placed her hands on his back. She felt the soft hairs of her pet gorilla. His thrusts began as slow and deep probes but as Kate began grinding up into him, the thrusting got harder and deeper.

By the time Kate came again, the bed was banging against the wall violently and she realised that the screaming that filled the room was her own. Bill came soon after, arching his back and letting out a moan while his cock jerked inside her as it filled her with hot streams, which made Kate cum for the third time.

*

"Penny for your thoughts," she heard Bill say, breaking her out of her post coital trance. She gently touched the silver threads on his chest.

"Just wondering whether there's a part of you that isn't covered with hair," she giggled, and was happy when he didn't take that wrong way.

"My head and the palms of my hands," He told her, laughing along with her. “Sorry does it put you off?”

"Actually, I like it. It's like being savaged by a..."

“Gorilla.” He interrupted.

“Wow old man, along with your many other talents, you’ve become a telepathic mind reader as well.” She gently kissed him on the neck.

"That’s nice."

"And by the way I am glad I came over," Kate added. "Very glad."

"Woo, you’re not leaving already are you?"

"No, not yet anyway.” She slid her hand down his body and held his damp cock.

“He's not a very handsome thing, is he?" Bill laughed in a self-depreciating manner as she stroked it gently.

"Well, at first I found him a little bit scary, but he’s all mine, and that’ll do for me. He’s certainly a happy chap,” Kate said, as she felt some movement in response to her soft touch.

Bill’s hand slid down her back and stroked a slow pattern on her ass cheek. Kate sighed in the pleasure of his touch.

The darkness was intense now, and a little disorienting, as Bill started to explore her tits with his fingers.

“Not much to play with I’m afraid,” Kate whispered.

“I think I should be the judge of that, plus I’m easily pleased.” Kate liked the way he made her anxieties into a fun thing. “I have dreamt of playing with these nipples for weeks. I have to tell you, they are big and pointy, and I’m in love,” Bill added.

Kate liked the darkness; it was like a kind of drunkenness- an empty space filled by her lovers’ body. She gasped as he slid under her taking her already firm nipples into his mouth. He teased and sucked each one in turn, which sent delightful messages to her pussy. She pushed into the dark emptiness and was swallowed up by it. Bill twisted in the bed until she was on top of him facing his rigid cock.

“Wow, hard again old man. I thought it said on the internet that you were sixty-three, not twenty-three.”

“It’s all your doing, you inspire me,” Bill pulled her ass towards his face. “Stop talking and start sucking.”

“Okay Sarge.”

Bills lips found her wet pussy and kissed it passionately, his tongue pushing into her, probing her. He heard her moan and felt her back arch in the darkness. Her hands moved up his thighs to grasp his balls and he felt his cock slip between her lips and into her mouth. Pinned beneath her now, he continued to suck and lick at her pussy whilst his cock muffled her moans.

His tongue was out of my control now, acting instinctively, licking automatically, lapping up their combined sauce as it trickled over his chin and down his neck. Long slow licks that made her squeal. Squashing the sides of his face between her thighs. Then his tongue slipped up and over the edge, and against her bum-hole.

With a gasp, she let go of his cock and made a sound he’d never heard before – a sort of enjoyable puppy-yelp. Bill’s tongue slid between her ass cheeks again, returning with the tip of his tongue and pressing into her. Kate thrashed on top of him, almost out of control. But he held her hips in place, gently pushing his tongue inside her ass.

“Wow!” she screamed, “Nobody has ever done that to me before.”

Her legs starting to shake and before long, her spasm overwhelmed her. Deep gasps overtook the softer moans. “Fucking hell, how’d you learn to do all this stuff, you’re so fucking addictive old man.” Kate moved around until she was sat in his lap. “Come on, I want to try it.” She grabbed his cock with a hungry hand and pushed his hardness against her asshole. “Let’s do it before I change my mind.”

*

Bill Cox was asleep on his back, when Kate returned from a much needed freshen-up. Her legs ached and her pussy was feeling particularly sore. She touched her asshole and was glad that they hadn’t achieved full penetration, even the tip entering her delicate place was too painful, but the naughty thrill of it appealed to her enormously.

The sun was just coming up and the light through the gap in the curtains illuminated her hairy lover.

She stifled a chuckle when she saw him lying there. He was so far removed from her previous lovers, but there was something about this guy that made her happy. The old man had suggested he was up for pleasuring her, and he hadn’t disappointed. She felt they’d connected in other ways too, but for now it was a one-night stand, and as far as she was concerned the night wasn’t over.

She watched the gentle rise and fall of his belly and then it caught her eye. The hole shaped scar at the top of his thigh. Even to her untrained eye she could tell it was the bullet wound, and she remembered the words on his internet page. ‘Wounded hero gets award from the Queen.’

Bill woke up. The result of Kate running her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, and as she licked her way up from the base, to the cleft of the glans, she happened to look up at her lover watching her.

"You’ve caught me old man," she admitted as her tongue ran around the mushroom end. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I was dreaming that Keira Knightly was sucking my cock.”

"Not sucking. Licking. There is a difference you know," she declared, before taking the swollen. head in her mouth for a moment. "That’s sucking – and I think you’ll find that I’m much better at it, than she is."

Kate started to move her lips past the ridge of the glans and down the shaft, going a bit further with every downward bob of her head. She then dropped her tongue and let the tip ease into her throat.

“Wow,” exclaimed Bill breathlessly. “I think Keira’s lost the battle for my cock.”

Kate kept working on the knob with her lips, tongue and throat, so much so that Bill warned her the end was near.

"Honey - I'm going to cum soon," he grunted, and then Kate took her hand from his balls and moved it to his cock, jerking him while sucking harder.

"Cumming!" Bill cried out, but Kate neither blinked nor backed away. He spurted into her mouth, and when her mouth filled up, it drooled out the sides of her mouth and down the outside of his cock. She licked the residue from her hand and swallowed.

"Good grief," he moaned while grinning at the liquid rolling down her chin, and when Kate flicked out her tongue to lap it up. He asked, "How does it taste?"

She swallowed some more and said, "You know those blueberry muffins?" and after Bill nodded, she told him, "Nothing like that."

"Okay." He smiled.

"Tastes a bit like salty milk," she said, licking her fingers, "Although I don't remember it coming in large pints like that."

He laughed at her and affectionately moved her hair away from her face “I like you a lot Ginger.”

*

When Kate woke again, she found she was alone in the bed, but the aroma of coffee made her smile. Making a brief trip to the bathroom she went out to the kitchen where Bill sat naked at the table drinking coffee and munching on a muffin.

"Hey, how come you didn't wake me?"

"I was afraid you'd attack me again," was his reply. “I’m an old man, in case you’ve forgotten. Would you like a coffee?”

“Yes please. Is clothing optional in your house?”

“Well, yes. I put the heating on in case you felt cold. My dressing gown is hanging on the kitchen door if you fancy wearing that.”

Kate wrapped herself in his robe and enjoyed the smell of him.

"How's the coffee?"

"Eh. Okay, I think I need to brush my teeth, I have a strong salty taste in my mouth! I can’t imagine where that came from.”

"Have a muffin, it might help? You did a nice job on these by the way. In addition to fucking and sucking, you can also bake. What a babe. I might have to ditch Keira Knightly.”

"Really?"

“Yes. Well at least until you get bored with me. Did you know I can cook? Might I suggest dinner round here tonight?”

"Any strings attached?"

"No, but maybe some spaghetti, that’s nearly like strings," he said, smiling. "And we’ll wear clothes, or at least until after dinner, and after I’ve taken a couple of blue pills."

"Fair enough. You notice I haven't attacked you in the kitchen.”

"I know. I must be losing my touch."

“Guess I'll get dressed and go home. I need a shower. By the way you don’t need any blue pills."

"We’ll see about that. Every old dog has his night, and I may just have had mine.” Bills eyes twinkled at Kate. “You can just go over in my robe," Bill suggested. "Not much chance of anybody seeing you this early in the morning.”

"You know what, I think I might.” Kate said as she moved to the door. "No sense getting dressed and undressed again, then dressed again, then undressed after that."

“Well you could have a shower, then come back here naked for dinner that’ll save a lot of time and energy.”

“Will I need extra energy?”

"Yep, I hope so," Bill caught her at the door and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. "That was beautiful last night."

"My sentiments exactly old man," Kate said, and after kissing him back looked out into their back gardens to make sure no one was about. "The first frost of the Autumn, yuk! See you later."

Bill waited until Kate was halfway home before he called out, "Hey Mrs! Put come bloody clothes on, you’re scaring the cats!"

He smiled when he heard Kate say quietly, “You, dirty old man.” She hurried to her back door, then lifting the back of the robe, showed him her bare ass.

"She's something else," he said, as he loaded the mugs into the dishwasher.

Kate Connor stepped into the shower and soaped her sensitive nipples. “I really like my dirty old man.” She sighed.