I Met an Old Man in The Chicken Bar

Standing in the queue in the fried chicken outlet on Haverstock Hill, my mind blank, I heard a voice behind me.

"I hope we don't have to wait too long. I need to get home before it gets dark. I hope they haven't forgotten mine."

Turning I saw it was a lovely elderly gentleman. He was waiting patiently behind me, his receipt in his hand. I asked.

"What's your order number?"

He showed me his ticket, it was 0657, mine was 0655. He had ordered the same dish that I had, a mighty bucket for one.

"No, they've got the orders up there on the board, yours is just below mine there on the orders under preparation side."

A number of young men were turning to look at us, I was grateful that he was talking to me, as I didn't want to be bothered by chancers making passes. I get so tired of the banality of the 'chat up' lines, and thankfully he took my attention and dissuaded anyone from trying to get close to me.

I hadn't intended to meet anyone, I was just getting a quick takeaway for my supper. I was not in the mood to cook, and I was alone that evening, so it seemed the ideal solution. I have to admit though, that I have developed quite a weakness for older men, and he hit all the right notes for me.

We talked lightly about the food, and the service, and in a short time, our orders went up the board, one of the staff called our numbers out, and we went up to the counter and took our bags. We walked to the door together and hesitated as it had begun to rain quite heavily. He looked a bit worried, saying to me.

"I'm going to get wet, I'll just wait inside the door until it eases off a bit."

Asking him where he lived, he told me his address, just of Belsize Lane, it was a little out of my route home, but not excessively so. It would have taken him a good 5 to 10 minutes to walk, and he would have got soaked. My journey from there to my home in Hampstead was only 15 minutes or so, and it was a small sacrifice for me.

He got onto the passenger seat, and we made off, driving to his home. He had a nice little mews cottage type home in the set away from the general area. Parking outside he turned to me before he got out.

"Thank you, Lucy, I hope I haven't kept you from your family?"

"No, I'm on my own this evening, so it's not a rush for me."

"Well, why don't you come in? We can eat together, and I enjoy talking with you."

I don't know what it was that I found so attractive about him. He had silvery white hair, and blue eyes, his physique looked delicate, but the expression on his face was mesmerising to me. Finding him almost irresistible. I agreed. We went into his kitchen and ate our chicken meals. Enjoying the flavour and juiciness of the food. When we finished, he collected the bones and waste, putting it into his food caddy outside the back door, with the cardboard buckets into the recycling bag.

We talked a bit more, he told me about his life and his job. He had been a chartered accountant and had been successful making a good living. His wife, Isabel had worked as a clerk in a solicitor's office, she had earned a good salary, so they were comfortably well off.

They'd had one daughter, Alice, who had met a nice young man when she went up to university, and when they graduated, they had married. Moving up to Arbroath in Scotland, visiting them at least once a year. His wife had sadly passed away several years previously after a long illness. Alice had wanted him to move up to live with them, but he felt close to his wife in their home and had declined the offer.

He was a bit of a charming old devil and had a mischievous glint in his eyes. They twinkled when he smiled, and I found him to be so interesting, that I was excited, just listening to him talk.

I noticed he was surreptitiously peeping up my skirt, it wasn't a surprise, most men do that when they get the chance. They seem fascinated by our underwear, a little bit of cloth, or lace, and they can't take their eyes of it. In earlier days, I'd had a lot of fun teasing men unable to resist 'accidentally' showing my knickers at various opportunities. It became quite an exciting pastime, and I began to enjoy it, I still do. I suppose it's a measure of the cruel streak that I have within me, in that it gives me a thrill. Particularly when I see the look in the eyes of these men, when they catch a look at what's on offer, but realise it's just that little bit out of their reach.

Over the next few weeks, I took to calling on Gary, usually once a week, but occasionally more often than that and we began to talk about more and more personal things. He had been telling me about his late wife, and mentioned that since she passed away, he'd had little to no connection to other women. Some had drifted into his acquaintance, but he knew that most of them were after his wealth and his property. He never directly asked me whether I had a boyfriend, but I took an opportunity during one conversation to let him know that I didn't. Speaking quietly, I said.

"I've been out with a few men, and one or two girls, but nothing serious. I get bored with them quite quickly."

He didn't reply straight away, then after a few seconds spoke.

"That's disappointing to hear, I though you'd be engaged at least?"

"No, I keep things casual, I like to enjoy myself, but I don't want to be tied down."

He nodded, and we continued to talk, mostly about his wife and their marriage. Isabel had been the light of his life, and they had enjoyed a long and loving relationship. Childhood sweethearts, marrying at 16, they had been together for 50 years. She had taken ill in the last few years, and she had passed away two years after their golden wedding anniversary. I put his age at around 68, possibly 69, but he never told me how old he was, nor did he ask how old I was.

Slowly our conversation turned to sex, it took quite a while for me to gain his confidence, but eventually he started to open up about the physical side of his marriage.

"We had a very active and adventurous sex life, although there were things she didn't want to do, we discussed them, and agreed we wouldn't do anything the other felt uncomfortable with. I listened intently before asking.

"What things did you want to do, but didn't because she didn't like the idea?"

"It's embarrassing talking about this Lucy."

"Don't be, Gary, I'm broad minded and there isn't much I haven't heard."

"Really? You're so young."

"I won't go into details, it would astonish you if you knew, but I have had a lot of experience. So tell me I won't be shocked."

He took a deep breath, nodded and then let his desires flood out."

"I've always wanted to do oral, all of it, I'd really have liked to rim a girl. You know what rimming means?"

I smiled as I replied.

"Yes, I've had other girls do it to me, the first time it was quite a surprise, but I ended up enjoying it, so it's something I don't mind. I've never had a man do it to me though."

"Would you let a man do it to you? Even though you're a lesbian?"

"Actually, I'm bisexual Gary. Mostly I like men, but now and again when the mood takes me, I go with other girls. In answer to your question. Yes, I would, if the man appealed to me and it was what I felt like doing at the time."

"Do you find it difficult to maintain the balance, does it present you with any problems?"

"Not really, it has its advantages, if I meet a man, usually a young overconfident one, who is overly persistent it's useful to tell him 'You know I'm a lesbian don't you.' That almost always puts them off."

"If it doesn't?"

"Then a hard slap, or a well-placed knee does the job."

Smiling, he nodded his approval and understanding. Somehow, I felt comforted by that, realising how important it was to me, that he didn't find my life choices unacceptable. I began to more tactile with him, stroking his cheeks, now and again, I would sit on his lap, letting him rest his hands on my upper thighs, making sure I pulled my skirt up slightly so he would get a bit of enjoyment from seeing my knickers. He would lean against me, as we cuddled, and his hands would wrap around my waist, running his fingers around my waistband.

I suppose our relationship changed to become much more intimate and overtly sexual over the next few weeks. It culminated on a Thursday afternoon and one I remember well. That day when I dressed, I chose to wear a light grey, pleated, cotton skirt. It was a bit loose, featherlight and quite short. As I crouched down to pick my bag up, and the air got underneath it, causing it into float up at the back, giving him a brief but clear view of my bottom, covered with my black lace knickers under the barely black tights I was wearing. Hearing him exclaim in surprise, I turned on my heels, nearly overbalancing backwards and exposing my inner thighs, and the inviting dark space between my legs.

"Are you alright Gary?"

"Yes, yes, I just need to slow my breathing and heartbeat down a little. My goodness young lady, that was probably the most exciting thing I've seen in years."

I laughed softly, and fixed my eyes on his, before replying

"You never know your luck Gary, you might get to see more, a lot more."

Giggling to myself, I stood and slowly took my hems, lifting my skirts up to my waist, shifting my weight from foot to foot and rocking my hips from side to side. He was transfixed by the sight of my mound under the dark nylon, as I danced for him just as I often did for my dad, I knew he enjoyed the vision of me, confirming his pleasure with a soft sibilant sigh.

"Heavens Lucy, you remind me so much of Isabel, she always wore nice undies, and even when they were plain and simple, she had a way of appearing fascinatingly seductive. She had that natural and enchanting allure. You have that quality as well Lucy."

"Thank you, I'd love to have met her and perhaps taken a few hints on her style."

"I still have most of her clothes, I couldn't bear to part with them. She was always very sophisticated with her choice of underwear, and very similar to your tastes."

"I only wear my expensive stuff for special occasions, most of the time I wear plain cotton, more for comfort than for style. Particularly if I'm sitting around in lecture halls, classrooms or offices. It's also safer to travel with, men still look, but there's nothing provocative for them to see. Although I have to say that doesn't stop some of them from staring."

"What you're wearing now is quite enticing Lucy."

"I'm wearing them for you Gary, just for you."

"Oh my, I'd love to see your really exotic stuff."

"I'll try to remember that, maybe I'll give you a treat once in a while."

"Would you like to see Isabel's, it's all in her lingerie drawers upstairs?"

"Alright then Gary, it may give me some ideas to compare with my own."

"Come on then."

He stood, and led me to the stairs, he went first, climbing them slowly as I followed. Reaching his main bedroom, I took stock of the way it had been furnished. It was very chintzy, reflecting Isabel's taste, and showed her ability to design and dress a room properly. The bed was large, comfortable and made of oak, and looked inviting as the sun shone through his bay window. I saw that the floor had been covered in vinyl cushion flooring, made to look like parquet, he explained that in the final years of Isabel's life, it had been necessary to ease his task after 'accidents.'

The bed was solid, and quite high, with a good space underneath it. They had a lovely, padded footstool, which his wife, being small in stature had used to climb up under the duvet. The room had built in wardrobe and drawer sets, in a tasteful magnolia colour, with gold embellishments. He led me to a double bank of drawers to one side of her dressing table and pulled the top two open.

Inside the first drawer was probably the most gorgeous collection of silk and satin lingerie I've ever seen. Almost all pastel colours, but with a fair smattering of both black, and a greater number of white sets. In the second drawer was all of her everyday cotton underwear, again with a good selection of colours, both plain and patterned, though from what I saw, she seemed to have preferred white. He lifted the neatly folded clothing up, and underneath were easily 10 to 15 packs of incredibly expensive underwear collections. All high end brand names, Journelle, Miss Mary, L Perla, Anya Lust, even Dior, the list seemed endless, so much so that I can't remember them all. From the tantalising lace, and cut of them, she must have been a hot little minx in her younger days. All of them were still in their unopened packaging.

He watched my expression, one of startled astonishment as I took the packs one by one and admired the quality and sheer expensiveness of the clothing. Waiting patiently for me to look up, he asked.

"What do you think Lucy, do you like her style?"

"My god, yes, I don't have anything quite like this at home."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then said.

"Yes, she always felt that they were too nice to wear."

"Such a shame Gary, they are all absolutely beautiful."

He nodded and replied.

"It would have been nice to see her in them."

He paused for a second or so.

"Interestingly, she took the same size as you, I saw the label in your panties when you sat on my knee."

I smiled but didn't say anything, I'd noticed how much time he spent comparing the similarities between Isabel and I. Surprisingly I felt strangely comforted by that

Over the next few weeks, I couldn't get him out of my mind, and how much we took pleasure from each other's company. I wanted to please him, and my actions towards him became more sexually charged. I knew I was in danger of breaking my own self-imposed rules where it comes to relationships, but I really didn't care. I wanted to give this elderly man, a little erotic pleasure to lift his spirits in his lonely existence. Don't ask me why, I know some think it's wrong to be with a man so much older that I am, but it's something undefinable. It eclipses all age gaps, and overpowers me, once I've made a choice, I can't stop myself.

Initially I was careful in how we progressed, as once before I had misjudged the intentions of another older man. Resulting in my being tricked into a lengthy and overwhelming sex session where he had taken advantage of my naivety and I became, a toy, almost a rag dolly in his hands. The only saving grace for my dignity had been that he was very good at it, and although he'd shown strong endurance, I'd actually survived his strength and stamina, although almost totally exhausting myself.

However, Gary was different, I had learned what to watch for with someone being disingenuous, and it didn't take me long to realise that he wasn't one of the men who pretended to be something he was not. He was a lonely oldish man, who missed his wife terribly. My attraction to him grew stronger each time I went to see him, until I could hardly wait for the time to pass between visits. So, I was filled with a firm resolve to give a lot of my time to him, in any way that I could.

Talking with my dad (he's not my biological dad, I'm adopted), about how much I enjoyed Gary's company, he listened attentively before warning me.

"Be careful Lucy, he sounds like another one of your 'broken wings,' don't get yourself too attached. I hate it when you get your feelings hurt."

The following Thursday, I finished my classes early and arrived home at around 1:00pm. Washing myself to freshen up, I changed into a red wool miniskirt, with plain pink cotton panties, matching bra, a short lacy slip, with a crisp white blouse, short sleeved with a high-necked gathered collar. Going out to my car, a started up, and drove out, the electric gate closing behind me.

On my arrival, Gary welcomed me in, and we went into the comfortable lounge, sitting together on his leather couch. He seemed a little down in spirit, but after a few minutes warmed to the conversation. I asked him.

"Whatever is the matter Gary, you don't seem yourself today?"

"It's nothing much, I just missed seeing you, and realised that even when you came, you'd have to leave, and I'd be on my own again until next week."

"You shouldn't be like that, if you like I'll come her several times a week, it might make you feel a bit happier."

"That would be nice Lucy. You know, until you started to visit me, I hadn't really noticed how lonely I'd become."

"Oh Gary, I don't want you to be sad like this, I always enjoy the brightness of your company, it's so unlike you to be down on the dumps."

Impulsively I stood up, and moved in front of him, standing over his outstretched legs, and leaned towards him. Noting how his eyes focussed on my knees, and under the front of my skirt. He looked up into my face, and began to smile a little more, he seemed a bit better, but I knew I'd have to do a bit more to cheer him up.

Feeling great sympathy for him, I lifted my skirt at the back, and tucked the front hem onto my waistband, clearly revealing myself, and sat astride his lap, settling into him, inching forward over his upper legs until my mound pressed against his pelvic bone. Surprised that it turned me on so much, I saw that his nostrils widened, and he spoke.

"Oh, my goodness, that smells nice. I haven't enjoyed that aroma since I was a young man and lying with a girl for the first time."

Smiling, I put my hands on his upper shoulder either side of his neck, kneading his muscles, causing him to close his eyes and sigh from the pleasure it gave him. I pressed myself into his crotch feeling the bulge of his penis as it pressed into the fatty pad covering my mound. It felt substantial but a bit soft.

"You can touch me you like, Gary."

He smiled weakly, and his hands on top of my legs, slowly stroked upwards until he was touching the bare skin at the top of my stockings. Moving his fingers down to the soft sensitive skin inside my inner thighs, close to the legs of my knickers. I was expecting him to either, pull the side of them open to take a peep, or to try to get inside them and finger me. All he wanted to do though, was stroke his fingertips over the soft, tightly stretched cotton gusset. Feeling my labia through the material with the back of his fingers. He did briefly pull the waistband forwards and down, but not so far that he saw anything much.

Thrilling to the tenderness of his touch, I leaned back, and he slipped his hand up under my blouse, holding the firmly muscled skin of my lower ribs and waist. Raising myself up onto my knees, I pressed myself into his face, allowing him to breathe through the cotton front panel of my panties, inhaling the very essence of me, my femininity, soft, warm and buttery.

His reaction told me all I needed to know. The time was almost right, and I was confident that if I was a bit assertive, I could seduce him on my next visit. I really wanted to, it may surprise people, but I had become very attached to him, and although he was quite old, I sensed he could manage me, even if only gently. Deciding to make that move on Friday and confident that I wasn't going to get caught out again, despite the similarities with the previous older man. I made the decision to give myself to him, hopefully to help him relive his youth, but determined to allow him at the very least, an afternoon of pleasure.

Friday came, I went to my classes as usual, taking the underground both there and back, finishing my studies just before lunch. I picked up my assignments from the lecturer and set off for home.

That afternoon I arrived home from university, having eaten only low residue food since I'd last been to Gary's I used the toilet and made myself comfortable. Then sitting astride the bidet, turning on the powerful jets to freshen and irrigate myself, making sure that my bottom was sweet and clean. Stepping into the shower, I soaped myself down, rinsing the lather off in the fresh flowing water. Applying a little Clive Christian original collection perfume to my pulse points, and on the upper part of my mound. I carefully chose my outfit.

Dressing for my visit to Gary. Choosing soft lace trimmed, simple white cotton panties, with an ivory lace front panel, after all if things went as I planned, I wouldn't be wearing them for long. Discarding the idea of wearing a bra, I put on a smooth white nylon slip, under a loose black 'A' line skirt, with a sleeveless baggy white cotton tee shirt, the armholes of which extended downwards almost to my waist. Good quality tights, and flat shoes, finishing with a plain maroon blazer.

I wanted to make this visit special, something he'd remember, it would be the last time I'd get to visit him until I went back to university in the autumn. My father wanted me to work with him over the summer holiday, and he arranged a number of management courses for me, as well as a three week visit to the offices in New York, so my time would be filled to the extent that if I wanted to see Gary, I wouldn't be able to get to his place until well after 8:00pm, far too late for both of us.

Choosing to take a large leather tote bag, rather than an overnight case, I transferred my bits and pieces over. Thinking ahead, with the possibility that it might be a bit messy, and that I might break another of my rules. I put in a spare pair of knickers, silky black with printed red hearts, a plain black bra, and a black nylon slip. Followed by a black silk blouse, and a lined black circle skirt. Finally, my toiletries bag, and a tube of flavoured lubricant gel. Checking to make sure I'd transferred the strip of 4 little blue pills that I always carry with me.

Arriving in the mid afternoon, we went into his lounge, and I sat next to him on his couch. After an hour or so talking, I asked him.

"Would you like me to make a pot of tea Gary?"

"Yes of course, if you don't mind making it for me."

I stood, slowly, parting my thighs, holding the hem up, before allowing my skirt to fall into place, but letting have a quick glimpse before it did. It didn't take long to prepare the tea, gathering the cups and saucers onto the tea tray. Placing the milk jug and sugar bowl I put the pot onto it.

Bringing the tray in, and pouring him a cup, I stepped over his legs to place it onto his side table. Hearing him exclaim softly, I realised that my tee shirt had fallen forwards as I bent towards the table, and the armholes had gaped open, revealing an unobstructed view of my breasts to him.

As I stood, slowly straightening up over his knees, my calf brushed against the back of his, automatically he put his hand out onto my upper knee. I was prepared for him doing so and felt a thrill flash through my body as he touched me through the nylon of my tights. His eyes were like saucers, as I took his other hand, and guided it through the side of the gaping shirt and placed it onto my breasts. He sighed deeply as he gently fondled my flesh, and felt my nipple harden. It didn't bother me, I'm used to having my tits grabbed and squeezed, it happened a lot at school. Even now, very often when I'm on the tube, and it's crowded, there are always 'handsy' men, and they don't just stop at my boobs either. However, I was relaxed and pleased that he was respectful, considerate and gentle.

Cautiously, he moved his had up the back of my thigh. Slowly pressing his fingers into the inside of my leg. His fingers making a hissing, buzzing sound as the rubbed over the sheer nylon tights. His hand reached the cheek of my buttocks, and his fingertips intruded into my body crease through the thin material, searching for the soft small opening that was my bum.

He seemed fascinated by the tautness of my skin, its elasticity, and the curves of my body. His hands slowly stroking over my lower belly, and down over the plump sweep of my pubis following the flesh as it swept down und under me. Following my waist around to the small of my back, smoothing over the cheeks of my bottom, again slipping underneath me and between my upper thighs. He liked the way my thighs, were defined as the curved upwards into the cheeks of my buttocks. My breasts was a particular enjoyment for him, he enjoyed the shape, how they fitted into his palms, and the soft, yet resilient springiness as he gently squeezed the warm flesh. His fingers caressing my hardening nipples, making them feel as if they were going to burst.

Leaning forward, I kissed him, long and passionately, the love kiss. Feeling him tense under my lips, I hunted for the tip of his tongue with mine, reaching down, I felt the front of his trousers, finding a substantial amount of flesh, softer than I'd hoped for, but worth working on. Making a decision about my next move, I asked him.

"Would you mind if I used your bathroom, Gary? I'd like to feel comfortable before we go any further."

I smiled encouragingly at him, my face displaying a faint expression of promise."

"Yes, of course my dear, you don't need to ask, you've used it before."

Raising my eyebrows at him I replied.

"No Gary, I mean the one upstairs, the one off your bedroom."

He looked a little shocked, but my message began to sink in to his mind."

"Oh, my dear, do you want me to come up with you?"

"Give me a few minutes first."

He looked astonished and spluttered his reply.

"Yes, yes, of course. Will 5 minutes be long enough?"

"It should be, if not I'll call out to you."

He smiled weakly, as I picked up my tote bag and headed to the hallway and the stairs. Reaching his bedroom. I went into the ensuite and prepared myself for him.

Taking the tube of raspberry flavoured Juicy Lube out of my bag, standing with my knickers and tights around my knees, I applied the gel to my perineal skin, the inside cheeks of my bottom, and finally, I introduced a good quantity inside my anus and rectum. It felt cold, but not completely unpleasant, and as well as making me slippery, it would also remove any unpleasant tastes, and smells.

Deciding to take my panties and tights off completely to avoid soiling them with the gel, I rolled them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Rolling both into a tight ball, I took it in my hand as I went back into his bedroom, tossing the soft cotton and nylon bundle onto the bedroom chair. His eyes followed the delicate roll of tantalising material as it lay on the seat of the chair.

Pulling the footstool close to the edge of the bed, I moved two pillows near to the side of the mattress. Folding the thick towel and placing onto the padded vinyl top, I encouraged him to move behind me.

"Take your trousers and pants down. Better still, take them off altogether. Put a pillow onto the floor to kneel on, make yourself comfortable, I'll guide you in what to do next."

"You're going to be my coach?"

I laughed softly before replying.

"Something like that, now let's help you to achieve your ambitions."

I knelt on the footstool, and pulling my skirts and slip up over my lower back, exposing my bum, I leaned forward over the pillows. Folding my hands on the surface and laying my face on them. Lifting my hips, parting my knees, I offered up to him.

"Now Gary, move close to my bottom, and let your instincts take over. Mark sure you're firmly positioned so you don't overbalance and fall over."

I hadn't depilated for a few weeks, so I had a light feathery down over my pubis and down the sides of my crotch between my legs and the outer lips of my vulva, with a faint hint, (more a suggestion really), around my bottom. As he knelt down, there was a pause before he spoke.

"I didn't realise that you were a ginger Lucy?"

"I'm not, it's just the light and that it's new hair."

"You know that you've got freckles inside the cheeks of your bottom, don't you?"

"Yes, but they're only light, they come and go so they don't bother me. It's not as if I have them on display for all to see."

"Isabel was a red-haired girl. You remind me so much of her."

Hearing him moving around and feeling his hands on the back of my upper thighs, his thumbs turned inward, he cautiously moved his fingers into the cheeks of my buttocks, pulling them apart, revealing my soft underparts, the smooth plump outer labia of my vulva, and the small round pink outer ring of my anus. He sighed, and I felt him trembling with the intensity of his excitement.

Sensing his face close to my behind, the warmth of his skin and the reaction of the minute hairs around my lower vulva. I felt him hesitate for a second and then the warm touch of his tongue against my fourchette. Taking the opportunity to taste my labia, he rolled his tongue around the outer edge, relishing the sensation on his lips. Languorously he licked up over my perineal skin, and gently around my pink anal ring. I shivered with anticipation.

"Mmmmm, you taste lovely Lucy."

"It's the raspberry gel, Gary."

Cautiously, he inserted the tip of his tongue into my bottom, I drew a sharp breath as I felt the point wiggle inside my rectum followed by the warm wet thicker body inexorably working its way deeply into me. Slowly, deliberately he began to work his tongue in and out, swirling it around both my outer rim, and as far into my rectal cavity as he could. Pushing hard, I felt my anal sphincter open wide, and with a rush, a large portion of his tongue sank into my bottom, it felt incredible.

Rolling my hips around in gentle circles, and swaying back and fore, he moaned as he enjoyed both the taste and texture of me. For my part, although other girls have given me the pleasure of the anal insertion with their tongues, having Gary do it to me was different, his was bigger and stronger, got in deeper, and I have to admit it was utterly delightful.

His face pressed into my buttocks, and I felt his nose digging into the upper body crease of my bottom. I have a small, closed fistula there, it doesn't go anywhere but I keep it clean anyway, his nose fitted almost naturally there. He was clearly enjoying the experience, and I was dribbling body fluids from my genitals. There was quite a bit of slurping sounds coming from behind me, and the feeling was exquisite. Oddly, one thing I noticed was that although he'd shaved, there was a small amount of stubble on his cheeks which rasped against the tender skin inside the folds of my lower bottom. I was probably going to end up with a bit of irritation or a rash there later. Being unable to help myself, I tensed the muscles in my bottom, gripping his tongue and drawing him in further. He moaned with delight at the sensation, and I have to say, so did I.

Suddenly his body stiffened, and his fingers dug into the cheeks of my bottom, he pulled his tongue out which felt strangely pleasant. Breathing heavily, he moaned loudly.

"Ooooh, oooooh, god, oooooh."

Thinking he'd reached his limit, and his tongue had begun to ache, I relaxed. Turning I saw that in fact, he had ejaculated onto the floor, a small pool of thick semen, pattering onto the polished vinyl cushionfloor. There wasn't much, in fact I had expelled a greater quantity of my body fluids, squirting over his chin, neck and upper chest. Some of the overflow had also run down the inside of my thighs and soaked into the towel.

Standing briefly, letting my skirt and slip fall into place. I turned and squatted down in front of him, my knees wide apart, showing him everything I had. His eyes wide as they fastened on my peach, he sat back on his haunches, staring in amazement. Reaching forwards, I scooped up as much of his semen as I could with my fingers. His expression was one of complete astonishment as I put them into my mouth, enjoying the salty taste sucking and licking them clean. When I get turned on, I can be a depraved and dirty little nymph, I just can't help myself. Spending a few moments I debated whether to give him oral or put my leg over his shoulder and push my wetness into his face. However, I resisted the impulse, and decided to reduce my passion, to let him cool off a bit.

Helping him to the bathroom, I made sure he cleaned his teeth and washed his mouth out with strong antiseptic mouthwash. While he was taking care of his oral hygiene, I wiped the inside of my thighs and bottom down with a flannel, until I was reasonably fresh again. It was a bit of wasted effort, because turning, I saw his slim body, and although his penis was limp, I was so turned on that I gushed vaginal lubricant down the inside of my legs, wetting them again.

Facing Gary, I saw his penis had become partially erect, but nowhere near enough for penetration, tactfully I asked him.

"It looks as though you've probably spent yourself, do you think we can get you up a bit more?"

"I don't know Lucy, it's a long time since I've been really hard."

Reaching into my handbag, I took out the bubble pack strip that I usually carry with me for occasions such as this. Popping one of the diamond shaped blue pills out, I offered it to him.

"Take this Gary, it'll make you feel like a young man again down there."

He accepted the tablet, popping into his mouth and swallowed it with a gulp of water.

"How long does it take Lucy?"

"With stimulation, somewhere between 30 minutes and an hour."

"Stimulation?"

"Come back to the bedroom. Get completely undressed and leave the rest to me."

Slowly I helped him take his clothes off and took my top and slip off. Standing there watching me, his eyes wide and disbelieving, he swallowed hard and spoke.

"Oh my, Lucy you have a fine body, you remind me so much of Isabel when we were young."

"I'm pleased that you find me to your liking, I promise that I'll help you relive your memories as best as I can."

Becoming increasingly aware that he had difficulty in comprehending my open intent towards him, I took his hand and slowly placed it between my thighs, pressing it into my wet peach. Taking his chin with my other hand, leaning close to him, I kissed him, my tongue probing his mouth, twirling his around with mine, in a delicious tangle of warm wet flesh. Breaking gently away but keeping his hand firmly against my vulva I whispered.

"There now my lovely man, do you understand now?"

"Oh Lucy, you really mean it."

Stepping close to him, I took his shoulders before guiding him onto the bed, climbing up onto it myself, we were both lying next to each other, naked, and began to enjoy warm gentle kissing with close cuddles. Pressing closely next to him, my fingers tracing pathways through his pubic hair, watching as the tablet did its work, and he slowly gained his erection. He was on the upper end of average, I'm comfortable with between 5"and 7" anything bigger is uncomfortable, and I don't really enjoy it, anything smaller is hardly noticeable.

Curling my fingers around his shaft, I was impressed with the way the tablet restored his ability, feeling him harden under my touch. Slipping my hand down to his scrotum, gently feeling him, I was pleased to find his testicles were smooth and healthy, quite mobile although a bit small, only to be expected with his age I suppose.

His breathing became faster, and when I stroked his neck, I could feel his pulse slowly raising to a higher rate. Reaching down between us, I took his penis in my hand again and squeezing it softly I spoke.

"There now, how does that feel?"

"Ohh, that's wonderful, such a soft gentle hand Lucy. Do you think I will get harder?"

"Definitely. I think you're about halfway there, those tablets are really good, so you'll be able to perform like a twenty year old for well over an hour, if not more. Not only do they rejuvenate your erection, but they also increase your endurance as well, so we should be able to enjoy ourselves several times."

"Are you sure you want me to be with you in that way, Lucy?"

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with it, and I like the older more experienced man, age isn't important to me."

"Oh my, it's difficult to comprehend that you're actually going to let me have you. It was my belief that you were just going to stroke me, I just hope I'm not a disappointment to you."

"Just relax, and let things take their course, you'll be fine Gary, just fine."

We cuddled for some time, until I felt him against my hip, stiff enough to give me what I needed, and for me to share a wonderful experience with him. I whispered into his ear, before running my lips down the side of his neck.

"Now Gary, you're ready now, come on, let me help you, just relax and let your instincts take over."

Sliding my hand under his shoulders, I raised my right leg, while pressing my left leg flat against the sheets. Encouraging him to move over me, until he rolled against my raised thigh. I spread my knees apart, and manoeuvred him in between my legs, allowing him to settle, and holding him in a comfortable position.

He was trembling between my thighs, he was so anxious I soothed him by supporting him with my hands on his lower ribcage just above his waist, I looked down over my body, through the space between us. Again, I was surprised at how substantial he was now he was erect. His tip, wide with a prominent rim, his urethra open as small pulses of precum oozed out, making his helmet glisten and shine with slippery lubricants. I often find that men's penises are deceptive when they are flaccid, very often not showing their true size until erect. Of course, some stay large and just get stiff, while others are small anyway and just get hard. Smiling, I encouraged him to move into me, whispering soft loving words in his ear.

"That's it my darling, inch forwards until you feel me, easy now, easy, take your time, mmmmm."

Watching downward over my stomach as he came closer in and made contact with me, he sighed softly as he felt me open to his touch. My labia peeled apart like a blossoming rose, and he gradually introduced his glans to my vestibule. Opening me wide as entered, moving over the vaginal floor, and encountering my tight muscle at the entrance to my vaginal canal. I saw my clitoral sheath retract slightly, and as he slipped under my pubic bone, my stomach rose and rippled from the upward pressure of his rim. Angling my hips to give him a straight entry, rather than pushing down towards my spine, he sighed softly at the pleasure of my movement.

His natural instinct and body memory took over at that point, he needed no further advice, incitement or provocation from me. Pulling back, he waited a second or so for me to relax and dilate fully, then with an almost effortless push, he swept inside me, deep, firmly until I felt him crown, bumping against my cervix. A flush of heat swept up my back, I broke into a mild sweat on my forehead, and I felt my cheeks and ears burning.

Not having the energy and vigour of a younger man, he was still able to settle into a regular rhythm of thrusts, slow with long strokes. The experience of his younger days served him well. I hate to admit, but I felt guilty because what we were doing was supposed to be for him, but unexpectedly I was thoroughly enjoying it. Feeling myself getting warm and tingly as he worked himself inside me. His helmet flowed up and down in my vaginal canal, and his rim brushed under my g-spot sending strong pulses of pleasure through me.

Without my asking, he was taking me, long and slow, which is something I absolutely love. Of course, with young men, I often enjoy a really good pounding, even though their youth and inexperience means that they don't last long. I have to be in the right frame of mind for that, but more and more, I feel myself drifting towards the increasingly mature and experienced man.

Steady in his thrusting, his breathing heavy and with a slight wheeze to it, I was a little concerned for him, but as I looked into his face, his eyes closed, a look of pure delight across his features I understood how much he was relishing the sensation of a young body under him, as he controlled himself, his skills and experience returning to his body as he gave me, and himself exquisite pleasure. He was accomplished in his technique, one which he'd perfected with Isabel. He gave me a series of long, slow full-length strokes, followed by several short sharp thrusts, rotating his hips around in a circular movement, then resumed the long slow tempo. It was absolutely lovely, and the fact that he was so much older than me, just added to the thrill.

At that moment as my head went back into the pillow, and my eyes began to roll up on their sockets, he opened his and looked deep into my soul. With a gentle smile, no triumph or aggression in his expression, but one of sheer enjoyment, at our mutual sharing of each other. Taking pleasure in what he was doing to my body, I let my emotions get the better of me, whispering to him.

"There my darling, is it nice for you? Are you enjoying this? I am. Keep going my love, steady and gentle, ooohhhh, it's so lovely."

"I've missed this Lucy, I've missed this so much."

His eyes closed again, and he became a bit firmer in his motion, his rhythm raised slightly, and his breathing becoming a bit heavier. I slipped my hand around the back of his head, and guided it towards my shoulder, allowing him the bury his face beside my neck. My fingers softly stroking the curls of hair at the back of his ears, whispering dreamily to him, soft words of encouragement, as I felt myself rising to his gentle but regular probing of the deepest parts of my body.

We strained and sweated together, each totally immersed in the others pleasure for over 20 minutes. I worried slightly that he might not be able to cope with the continued physical demands of having sex with me at his age, but he seemed able to manage, although with just a little bit of difficulty.

Feeling my tummy and bottom getting tight with tension, I knew that I was heading towards a deliciously sweet release. Struggling a little Gary began to increase his tempo, making small exclamations of enjoyment as he pushed inward, reaching the vault of my vaginal canal with each thrust. His breathing becoming louder and louder, I knew he was close himself. My toes curled and I experienced a throbbing pulse in the soles of my feet, getting stronger with each bump against my cervix.

Sensing his approach to a climax, I opened my knees and relaxed my grip on him. He slowed and his back stiffened as he plunged as deep into me as he could. Watching his face, I saw his eyes widen and roll back into their sockets. As his penis swelled and he pulled back, his rim holding hard against the underside of my pubic bone. His ejaculation, sharp and hot, was reasonable given his age, not much in volume, but enough to give him pleasure, and I knew that although it was intense, he thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

The surprise for me, was the mild but deep climax I achieved as a result of what he was doing to me. Not an orgasm as such, but a feeling that I'd never experienced before. Almost as if there were tightly stretched strands of cotton in my groin and belly, snapping as pressure increased on them. A few at first but then in growing quantities until they all broke with a terrific release, as though several waves of warm bath water flowed through and over my body.

A warm flush rippled through me, setting my nipples tingling and making my scalp itch. Comforting in its intensity, my heart rate increased to an almost impossible rate to tolerate, and my breathing became a loud strong panting. I tensed the muscles in my buttocks and gripped his penis inside me, preventing him from pulling out. Rocking my hips rapidly, I drew every last drop of semen out of him that I could. Unable to prevent myself, I gave a long low gurgling scream, and my body jerked and convulsed under him. Astonished by the power of my reaction to him, he let me control our joint pleasure, until at last we relaxed and settled together.

He smiled at me, his eyes full of adoration, I could see he hadn't expected that I would give myself to him. I realised with a bit of a shock that I'd actually fallen for him. This quiet elderly man, had touched me in such a way that I thought I had lost my heart to him. My rule about no emotional entanglements simply blew out of the window, I was completely lost in him, I began to understand how his wife had become devoted to him during their marriage.

Carefully, he withdrew himself from me, a long squelching sound from between us followed by a distinct 'plop' as his helmet came out, with a light dribble of semen, mixed with my own lubricants. Whitish grey and a bit frothy, it ran down inside the body creases at the top of my thighs. The effect leaving me feeling a bit empty, but very, very content.

We lay together side by side both breathing heavily, Gary carefully avoiding touching anything with his penis, whilst I shivered with follow on sensations. A few minutes passed, and I felt the strength returning to my legs as the sheer power of the sensations slowly ebbed away.

Carefully getting out of bed. I went to the bathroom and relieved myself, wiping myself clean with bathroom tissue. Returning to the bedroom I saw him lying there, small but snug under the duvet. A look of sublime satisfaction on his face, he returned my look, his face sleepy with tiredness. Again, I felt a strong surge of affection rise within my heart. This wonderful old man had become everything to me. I broke another of my rules, and instead of dressing in preparation to leave, I got back into bed beside him.

Holding him close to me, my arms around his shoulders, I rested his head on my breast, and stroked his hair until we both fell asleep, spending the night together. Sometime later, in the wee small hours we both partially woke, and he mounted me again. He was still stiff from the tablet, but the effect was starting to wear off. Nevertheless, he managed to enter me, and we had slow but comfortable intercourse. It didn't last very long, but I felt warm, full, and cared for. Surprisingly he did manage to ejaculate, but with only a very small amount. Wanting to feel part of him, I raised my knees, and rolled my hips back, keeping both him, and his semen deep inside me.

Again, we drifted off to sleep, still joined together. He, sending gentle thrill trough my body, as he made small movements in his sleep, me, feeling a sense of warm contentment as I drew him to me, holding him tightly against my body, relishing the feel of him still inside me, occasionally pulsing further small amounts of semen, adding to the pool of liquid settling around my cervix.

Waking quite late, I got up and went to the bathroom, using a facecloth I wiped myself clean. Taking care to wash away the crusty dried semen and body fluids from my pubic hair. I was quite smelly down there, so I freshened myself thoroughly making sure to wash my breasts, and armpits, rinsing away the residual sweat. Wringing the flannel out, and applying a small amount of liquid soap, I took it back to the bed. I carefully wiped his penis and scrotum clean, surprised at how much of my fluid which had dried along his shaft and in his pubic hair. The effects of the tablet had mostly worn off, but he did slowly raise partially filling my hand with the weight of his cock.

I couldn't resist, unable to help myself, I pulled his foreskin back and slipped my lips over his glans. He flinched a bit, making me aware that he was a bit sore from our exertions during the night. Carefully, I rolled his helmet around with my tongue, tucking it into my cheek, I stroked his shaft and nodded my head back and forth, gently stimulating him, until, despite being only half erect, he jerked as he came inside my mouth, it was only a small amount of ejaculate, thick and salty, tasting a bit like mushrooms, but it was enough to relieve him. Lifting my head I smiled at him, and swallowed his small amount of outcome, before leaning up and kissing him, allowing him to taste himself, on my lips and tongue.

Cuddling up to him, I asked.

"How did you enjoy our night together darling."

"My god Lucy, it was fantastic, I felt like a youngster on my honeymoon. When you come to visit me next time, can we do it again?"

"Of course we can, you've got a reasonable time to recover, until I start back at uni, but if I can get any early finishes before then, I'll be around."

"Make sure you bring those pills though Lucy."

"I always have them in my bag, but we have to be careful using them Gary, they do push your blood pressure up, and I don't want you to end up with a heart problem."

"You always carry them? You're so considerate of us older men Lucy."

"Age is no guarantee of performance Gary, quite a few younger men have problems in that area. In any case, it's just as much for my benefit as theirs. There nothing worse than reaching the point of warm intimate contact, only to find he can't perform you know."

"I hadn't thought of that, but they certainly work don't they."

"Well, it certainly worked last night my darling man, you gave me such pleasure and I was pleased to be able to help make your dreams come true."

He smiled, and I rose, slipping on one of his wife's dressing gowns, and went down to make him a pot of tea. On my return, we drank the refreshing morning brew, before getting up. I helped him to the shower as he was a bit wobbly on his feet, and getting in with him, I soaped him down, tenderly caressing his body, gently washing him with the sponge until he and I were both fresh and clean.

Returning to the bedroom, we dressed together, and he watched me put on the almost completely black ensemble. Taking a particular delight as I pulled on the black panties with the red hearts printed on them. He enjoyed the creaking sound from the material as I stretched the hold up stocking up my legs, and the sibilant swish, as I dropped my slip down over my bum, to fall into place nicely just above my knees.

Downstairs, I made him breakfast, a full plate of sausage, bacon, eggs, toast, and peeled plum tomatoes. We were both very hungry (hardly a surprise considering what we'd been up to during the night). We finished and I put the crockery into his dishwasher, before preparing to leave. He looked quite sad as I went to the front door.

"It's going to seem a long time before I see you again."

"It's only six or seven weeks, and it'll pass in no time. As I've said, if I get a chance to drop in, I will."

"I'll look forward to that, and I hope you will be able to."

I kissed him goodbye in the hallway, feeling his slim body tremble as we parted. Getting into my car, I drove out of the mews, waving to him as I saw him still standing in his doorway as I left.

The following week, I began my summer work at dad's office. He noticed I was a bit quiet and thoughtful but made sure I was kept busy with no time to dwell on things. I had the New York trip to prepare for and I found I was working until well after 8:00pm most evenings. Added to that, I realised my monthly cycle was late, I felt heavy, my nipples were tender. Thinking to myself, 'oh, I couldn't be, could I? I have such good contraception.' ( I have an under skin implant in my upper arm, which last three years, and had been renewed just after I was 18).

As the delay got longer, I began to face up to the possibility, I bought a test kit, which came up negative, but I needed to be sure. I managed to make a lunchtime appointment at the private clinic and went feeling full of nerves. Quietly consulting my gynaecologist I explained the situation and the circumstances that led up to my visit. She smiled as she tried to reassure me.

"You wouldn't be the first young girl, or the last to be surprised like that. Some of these old boys can be quite tricky. Your young fertile and relaxed, and they are still quite potent, often right up to the end of their lives."

She paused for a second or so before continuing.

"You'd be surprised at how many girls come to me, finding themselves in the position that concerns you. So many of you are attracted to the older more mature man so your situation isn't uncommon."

"So what happens next doctor, my self test was clear, but I know they are not 100% reliable?"

"How late are you?"

"Just over ten days, I think, it may be a few days more."

"I'll run some tests, and I should be able to give you an answer in a few days. When was the last time you had an STD check?"

"Just after Christmas, and it was clear then."

"Have you been active since then?"

"Just a bit, not that much though."

"Hmmm, well, we'll be do a few swabs, and take some blood as well, then we can kill two birds with one stone."

She took the blood, and I pee'd in a sample pot, then I lay on the table, undignified with my feet up in the stirrups while she took the swabs and put them into the containers, before I redressed and prepared to leave. As I stood up, she reassured me.

"I don't think there's anything to worry about, it's probably down to stress. You've been working hard lately?"

"Yes, I'm at dads office until the start of the autumn term."

"I'll give you a call in a few days and let you know the results Lucy. Give my regards to your father if you would."

"Of course doctor. I'll look forward to hearing from you."

I went back to work, and tried to concentrate on the project o was engaged with. My thoughts kept drifting off to my own predicament. 'Was I now two people? Was carrying a little Gary inside myself?' My mind raced. 'How was I to explain this to people? What would dad say? How would Gary react to the news?'

She phone me two days later and updated me.

"Good news Lucy, you're not pregnant, it's one of those things, girls your age aren't always regular. Nothing for you to be worried about. Your blood shows that your implant is working properly., so we domt need to change that. Your STD tests all came back as clear, so relax and let things take their course."

"Thank you doctor, that's such a relief."

"You'll probably have a show, anytime soon. Don't be surprised if it's a bit more uncomfortable than usual, but you'll settle down again, things will slip back into a more recognisable pattern and you'll feel fine."

She rang off, and I relaxed, thankful that I wasn't pregnant, but oddly, I felt a little bit disappointed. As she had predicted I began to be a bit snappy with people (I'm a complete monster when I'm on), beginning to have the cramps, I knew I was in for a bad period. Inevitably it arrived, and I had a week of sheer discomfort, but I kept working, now concentrating on my forthcoming trip to the New York offices, and time passed as time does.

September arrived, and along with it my return to university for my second year. Towards the end of the second week, once I had gathered all the materials I needed and copied out my schedules and timetables for lectures. I drove to Gary's home. Parking outside in the mews where I normally did. I had been faithful to him over the weeks, and, turning down quite a few opportunities, I hadn't had sex with anyone else. Feeling the rising desire in my lower body, moistening in anticipation of our reunification. My excitement rose quickly as I prepared to see him again.

I got out and knocked at his door. There was no answer, but I waited for a minute or so before knocking again. Once more there wasn't any answer, thinking that he might be out shopping and disappointed to have missed him, I turned away, intending to return the following afternoon.

I heard a door opening, and a voice called out to me.

"Excuse me, are you looking for Gary?"

"Yes actually, he doesn't seem to be in, have you any idea when he might return?"

"Are you Lucy? The girl who was visiting him earlier this year?"

"I am, I told him I'd be back in September."

"I thought I recognised your car, He said you'd come round, he missed you terribly, he thought a lot of you, you were special to him."

"He's special to me as well, if he's not home, I'll come back tomorrow afternoon, would you be kind enough to let him know please."

"I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm afraid he's no longer with us. He went down with a severe chest infection about a month ago, it turned into pneumonia, and sadly, he passed away in hospital a few days later."

I felt a jolt as the shock of the news hit me. I had been so looking forward to being with him again, it left me at a loss for words. She looked at me, with seeming sympathy, before continuing.

"His daughter came down from Scotland to be with him, but he never came out of hospital. She's taking care of his affairs and winding up his estate, I think she'll put the cottage up for sale soon."

"Well, thank you for telling me, it's such a shame, I'll miss him."

"I understand, I know you two were 'close,' and he talked about you quite a lot."

"Yes, it's such a shame that he passed away while he was still in his younger retirement years."

"Younger retirement years? You do know that he was in his mid 70's, don't you?"

"No, he never discussed age with me, either his or mine."

I saw the gleam of curiosity in her eyes. I doubted that he'd actually told her much, but she might have heard us through the wall that night. I was mindful in my reply, as Gary had mentioned that she was 'a nosy old bisom.'

"I enjoyed his company, he was a great conversationalist."

"Hmmm, 'conversationalist,' you must have had some long serious discussions, he was very bright and full of life after your last visit."

I knew instinctively that she was fishing, one of those women who thrive on gossip, and lurid tales. I decided to cut the conversation short.

"I must be off, I need to do a bit of shopping before I get home."

She looked disappointed, but as I turned to go back to my car, she spoke again."

"His daughter left me the keys, I can let you in, in case there's something that you left behind?"

"No, there's nothing in there belonging to me, but thanks anyway."

"Oh, that's just reminded me. He hoped you'd drop by, and he left something for you to collect in the event that he wasn't home. Hold on a moment."

She stepped inside her hallway, and returned with a fairly large parcel, wrapped in brown paper, tied with string, and with a small, sealed notelet stuck to the outside.

"Here you are, I have no idea what it is, but I promised that I'd give it to you. We tried to trace you, but we had no idea how we could contact you. Would you like his daughter's mobile number? or her address if you'd rather write?"

I accepted the parcel, though it was bulky, it was quite light. Her eyes glittered with curiosity as they flicked from my face to the parcel and back. I knew she was dying to dig out more information about my relationship with Gary.

"Thank you, I'll open it when I get home, and no, I won't need her number, or address, but thanks for the thought."

She looked a bit frustrated, I'm sure she wanted to know what was in the parcel, but she'd had enough information about me anyway. I turned and went to my car wishing her goodbye. She stood in her doorway watching as I drove away.

Returning home I went on to find the house was empty, dad hadn't returned from work. I put the parcel on the hallstand, and went to the kitchen to prepare our dinner, pork chops, new potatoes and peas. Putting it all ready to cook when he arrived home. I wasn't sure what to do next, taking the parcel, I went to the privacy of my bedroom and cried until I couldn't cry any more. Then I must have fallen asleep, because I was awakened but the front door closing and my father calling me.

I rose and when down to the kitchen, turning on the cooker, and making him a pot of tea. He didn't say much, but eventually over our meal, quietly asked me.

"What's up Lucy, you look a little troubled?"

I told him the reasons, and he listened intently, but didn't make any comment other than to say.

"It will take time, but you'll get over it. Try and focus on the good times that you spent together, remember him as the friend he was."

I knew he was right but found it difficult to accept the truth of what he said.

"You're tired Lucy, time you went to bed, and had a good night's sleep. When are you next at lectures?"

"Not until Monday dad."

I went up to my bedroom and remembered the parcel. Opening the notelet, there was a brief but sincere message from him. 'Thank you for all the time you spent with me, and for that wonderful night you gave me. I know you liked what I've put in the package for you. I hope you get enjoyment from them. All my love, yours Gary.'

Untying the string, I unwrapped the parcel. Inside were the packs of expensive and unworn lingerie that I had so admired in his wife's underwear drawer that afternoon so long ago. There must have been easily fifteen packs, all of them I saw, and I felt a surge of delight that he'd remembered me in such a deeply personal way. I looked forward to wearing and displaying myself in them.

Washing my face, I brushed my teeth, undressed and climbed into bed, choosing to sleep naked. After half an hour, I heard dad come upstairs, and into my room. He stood for a while, making sure I was alright, until I turned toward him, and lifted the sheet and duvet. I wanted to be close to him, to be reassured, loved. He had already undressed, and he climbed in next to me. Taking me in his arms, holding me close to him, he kissed me tenderly, feeling me respond to him, he whispered.

"There, there, Lucy, you're going to be fine."

There, in the security of my room, and the peace and quiet of my bed, he comforted me, sweetly and tenderly all through the night, until morning...