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Subject: {ASSM} Old Man's Fancy (M/F)
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Old Man's Fancy
By Scorpio00155

At eighty-three Geoff Weetman was still active, admittedly not as spry
as in his youth and with a lot of curses for the stiffness of his
joints, but active nevertheless. Although a member of a number of
social clubs and groups, he was lonely and had been for the past
fifteen years following the death of his wife, he smiled at the memory
of her. Their time together had sped by, it had been a shock when she
had been found to have cancer, she'd died within a year of the
diagnosis and right up to the end she had taken great pleasure in the
act of sex with him. Shaking his head, Geoff turned his attention back
to the old biddy murmuring away beside him, just as quickly he blocked
out her voice again and wondered why he came along to the Monday
Senior Citizen's club every week, virtually all the folk that came
here had one foot in the grave, and their heads wholly in the clouds.
Maud, the old dear he'd blocked out, had spent the last half an hour
talking about her granddaughter and looked like continuing for the
next half hour. About all he'd taken in was that the granddaughter was
named Patricia, she was nineteen and was coming to visit, the rest had
been, and still was, about the girl's life history.

"Excuse me." Geoff said as he stood up.

He had to get away from the table before Maud drove him potty with her
wittering, bored he wandered around the room listening to snatches of
conversation at other tables as he passed, all the conversations
seemed the same, children and grandchildren. He and Clara had never
been blessed with children, not for the want of trying mind, but it
was not to be, he wondered whether, if they had been blessed, he would
now be like these old folk here, nothing to live for except to relate
tales of the 'kids'.

"Excuse me?" a melodious voice said from behind him.

Turning Geoff found himself facing an attractive and very well
proportioned young woman, eighty three though he was Geoff could still
enjoy the sight of beauty and took a couple of seconds to gaze upon
this young lady.

"Yes, can I help you?" he asked.

"I hope so," the young woman smiled, "I'm looking for my grandmother."

"Your grandmother?" Geoff repeated, "Your name wouldn't happen to be
Patricia by any chance?"

"Yes it would." she replied grimacing.

Geoff deduced that she did not like the name 'Patricia' and wondered
what she had shortened it to while he pointed out the table where Maud
was still jabbering away, he was very aware of the scent the girl was
wearing as she leant over to look where he was pointing. Thanking him
with a warm smile the young woman trotted over to her grandmother,
Geoff watched her for a moment then walked outside into the centre's
garden.

Patricia hadn't been able to spot grandma Maud when she walked in,
she'd noticed a rather distinguished old guy standing nearby, he'd
looked bored, she felt bored already and she'd only just walked in the
door. She'd asked him for help and had been surprised when he had
looked at her with a twinkle in his eye before answering, she'd needed
no second guesses as to how he'd known her name, grandma was no doubt
telling anyone who'd listen, but had shuddered at the full form of her
name, she preferred to be called Trish. When he had spoken she had
been astonished at how strongly masculine his voice was, he couldn't
have been a day under seventy after all. He had pointed out the table
at which sat grandma; thanking him she walked in that direction
composing herself for the meeting. It had not been her idea to come
and see grandma Maud, her parents had made that decision for her,
Trish dreaded her meetings with her grandmother, the old woman would
embarrass her with tales, in front of all and sundry, of what she did
as a baby, cackling and pawing at her as she did so. However, Trish
knew that her parents doted on the old dear and she loved her parents,
so when asked to visit grandma Trish had gritted her teeth and said
'okay', what she hadn't expected was that it was to be a two week
visit, with Trish booked into an hotel, grandma living in a home as
she did, for the entire stay.

Geoff sat down just outside the centre and looked at the garden, small
birds were hopping in and out of the plants, enjoying life in their
own way. Looking over his shoulder he found he'd placed himself near
one of the large windows, in the hall he could see Maud still
wittering away and beside her sat the granddaughter, her face fixed in
polite smile. Geoff grinned at the sight, he wasn't the only one that
was bored by Maud and he wondered if the visit was entirely
'voluntary', it looked as though the girl was there more as a duty
than anything else. The young woman's head turned and her eyes met
his; he smiled at her, but didn't turn away.

Trish set her face in a fixed smile and let grandma waffle on, the old
woman's tales of Trish's first steps and so on drifting off as her
attention wandered. She looked out the window at the freedom the
outside world offered and found her eyes meeting those of the old man
she talked to earlier, he was grinning wryly, then he smiled broadly
at Trish and nodded. It seemed he understood what Trish was going
through; in fact he was probably sitting alone in the garden to escape
the boredom inside. When he turned away Trish looked back at her
grandmother and waited for her to stop talking long enough to get a
word in edgewise.

"Granny," Trish said ten minutes later, "who's that man out in the
garden?"

Peering through the window her grandmother pulled a disapproving face.

"That is Geoff Weetman," she finally answered, "he's not really part
of our club, but comes along every week, though I don't know why, he
spends most of his time in the garden instead of in here with us."

Trish could understand how Mr. Weetman felt, she wished she could
escape just as easily, but she was stuck for the duration.

"I am so glad you came today my dear," granny was saying, "as I am
going away for a few weeks,"

"Really gran? Where are you off to?" Trish asked politely.

Trish was annoyed, she was stuck in this place for two weeks, the
hotel having been paid up in advance and her parents having gone away
for the same period, at the invitation of granny and the gaga old fool
had forgotten to mention she wouldn't be there most of the time. She
looked out into the garden again, but Mr. Weetman was gone.

Geoff had sat thinking for some time after catching the young woman's
eye, the poor thing had looked as though she were trapped, which, if
truth be known, she probably was. Deciding that enough was enough
Geoff rose, cursing his stiff joints, and walked away towards his
little bungalow and a decent evening meal.

The following day Geoff walked the half mile to the town shopping
centre, it was a fine day and for a change none of his joints felt
stiff, the shopping didn't take long, the few bits and pieces he'd
needed had been an excuse to get out among people. As he walked out of
the greengrocer a body cannoned into him almost knocking him over,
startled he looked at the culprit expecting to find one of the local
lads on one of those skateboard things. Instead he found himself
looking into the concerned and apologetic eyes of Maud's
granddaughter, the poor girl looked red with embarrassment and was
reaching out as though to catch him.

"I'm so dreadfully sorry." she was saying, "I was miles away."

"As much my fault as yours dear," he grinned, "anyway no harm done. At
least not to me."

He looked at her from head to toe, taking in her shape in one quick
and pleasing glance.

"It seems you have a little damage though." he finished.

"Pardon?" she replied looking puzzled.

"My bag appears to have caught your stocking." Geoff grinned, "I'm
afraid it is quite ruined."

"Oh," she responded, "I see, oh well they're only an old pair of
tights."

Trish looked down at the run that had appeared in her tights, why, he
wasn't sure, but Geoff gained the impression that the young woman was
unhappy about something other than ruined hosiery; he fell back on
what had always cheered Clara up.

"Old pair or not my dear," Geoff smiled, "I feel somewhat responsible,
therefore, come along with me and we will replace the damaged
article."

Trish protested, but finally gave way after the old man calmly stated
that he would buy a replacement anyway and guess at the size and
promised to deliver it via granny. She was extremely embarrassed about
the whole thing, she'd been fuming at being stuck out in the sticks
and had not been paying attention to her surroundings. The force of
the impact had winded her and she hoped that the old man hadn't been
hurt, although he had not done more than stagger when she'd hit him
and had seemed unaffected by the impact. Thinking about it now she
realised that she had virtually bounced off him and she wondered what
he had been like in his prime.

Geoff escorted the young woman along the street to the ladies wear
shop, many had been the time that he and Clara had come here to select
a new frilly or fancy. He realised that this young woman reminded him
a little of his late wife, the same sort of build, the same attitude
and strangely enough the same way of holding herself.

'The same bounce.' he thought with a smile.

Inside the shop Geoff let his eyes roam around the wares, he hadn't
been in here since Clara had died, he'd had no reason to, but apart
from the new fashions on display the place seemed not to have changed
in fifteen years. An assistant wandered over to them, she seemed bored
and disinterested, however, that seemed to be the attitude these days
to customers in any shop.

"Now my dear," he said to Trish, "let's start with size."

She told him and he in turn instructed the assistant to bring a
selection of silk stockings in that size.

"But," Trish said as the assistant trotted off, "it was only a pair of
cheap tights."

"Now my dear," Geoff said, "hmm, this is no good I can't keep calling
you 'my dear', most folk call me Geoff. What would you like me to call
you?"

"I prefer Trish." she smiled.

"A nice choice," he responded, "anyway, as I was about to say, a young
lady should only wear silks. You'll see the difference when you meet
your boyfriend wearing them and you will feel the difference
yourself."

"I'll have a long wait," Trish answered, "but thank you anyway."

Geoff had been about to speak, but the assistant returned at that
moment with the selection of stockings, as Trish tried to choose a
pair he wondered just what she had meant by the 'long wait' comment,
surely she wasn't implying that she had no boyfriends.

Trish made a choice and went into the changing room to discard her
tights for the new stockings only to discover that she would need a
suspender belt to keep them up. Poking her head out of the cubicle she
caught the attention of the assistant and asked for a suspender belt
to suit the hosiery, this soon arrived and she put it on, to her
surprise Geoff had been right, the stockings and suspenders made her
feel so sexy. The pity was that she had no-one to show them off to,
the relationship with her boyfriend having been broken off just before
her trip, he hadn't been much of a boyfriend, but to have lost him to
a woman older and less attractive had been quite a blow to her morale.
Smoothing her dress Trish stepped out of the cubicle, she reached into
her bag for her purse only to see Geoff handing over money at the
till, she decided to settle up with him for the suspender belt once
they were outside.

"Ah, there you are." he smiled at her, "Now be honest, doesn't that
feel a lot better."

"I must admit it does." Trish replied with a grin.

She realised that she was enjoying the company of this old man, not
that she'd spent any time with him, but he seemed to be more in the
here and now than in the there and then. He held the door for her as
they left the shop and appeared to be on the verge of bidding her a
farewell.

"Geoff," she said quickly, "let me pay you for the suspender belt."

"Good lord," he said in surprise, "I wouldn't think of it."

"Well at least" Trish grinned, "let me buy you a drink as a thank
you."

"I'll agree to that," he replied, "but I mustn't keep you away from
your grandmother too long."

Trish laughed at his comment and explained the situation she had found
herself in, why she'd told him she wasn't sure, but he was very
sympathetic.

Geoff hadn't been overly surprised to learn that Maud had invited
Trish down and then gone on holiday, he felt sorry for her stuck out
in the sticks with nothing to do and no-one her own age to talk to. He
led the way to the pub where Trish bought him a glass of the amber
nectar, whisky, which they took out into the garden to drink at one of
the tables.

"How does your boyfriend feel about you being away all this time?" he
asked.

To his surprise her face clouded over, something was obviously wrong
in her love life and he quickly changed the subject, but she still
seemed unhappy. Without warning Trish told him her troubles, how her
boyfriend had dumped her for a woman older and uglier from what he
could gather, but Geoff knew outward looks were not always the best of
guides. Mind you the lad must have been a fool, Trish was attractive
from all points of view, both looks and personality, the men these
days obviously needed their brains tested, and he said so. Her blush
reminded him so much of his late wife, she had always blushed when
he'd made comments of that type, strangely he felt an urge to invite
her for a meal that evening, but he hesitated, after all what young
lady would want to spend time with an old fogy like him.

"Would you" he asked after a while, "care to join me for dinner
tonight?"

Trish was astonished at how easy it was to talk to Geoff and found
herself telling him all about her split with her boyfriend, he had
been unable to believe it and had said so, his words made her feel so
much better. They'd talked for a while, but she could see that
something was on his mind, then he asked her to dinner in a tone that
seemed to be awaiting a negative response, but the idea appealed to
Trish, she had found him to be both a man of the world with some
interesting tales, if you dragged them out of him, and a great sense
of humour. Even more than this Geoff knew how to listen to you, she
had been amazed to discover that he was eighty-three, he didn't look
it and certainly didn't act it. They parted a while later and she
looked forward to meeting him later in the evening, he was going to
pick her up from the hotel and take her to a place where they served
proper food, or so he had said.

Geoff had been stunned that she had accepted his invitation, when they
parted he had rushed home to prepare the promised meal, his cooking
was better than anything obtainable within a ten mile radius, besides
which he enjoyed messing about with food. Just before leaving he
placed a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge to chill, they would
make a nice accompaniment to the marinate of trout he had prepared. He
arrived at her hotel five minutes before the appointed time only to
find her ready and waiting for him, she had changed into a black, low
cut evening dress and he realised that she must be expecting to visit
a posh restaurant, nevertheless, she looked delightful.

"Hello," he greeted her, "what have we here."

"Oh," she laughed, "just a little something I slipped into."

"My dear, you look ravishing," he smiled, "but I'm afraid you may be a
little overdressed for my humble home."

"Not to worry," she replied, "it means I'll have a captive audience."

Laughing he held out his arm for her, she took it and they left the
hotel, he was again struck by the similarity between this girl and
Clara, her comments were almost exactly what his late wife would have
said under similar circumstances. The walk back to his bungalow was
made slowly; throughout they talked of things in general, Geoff felt
quite proud to have her on his arm and hoped some of the young studs
were watching. At the bungalow Geoff took her shawl and pointed her in
the direction of the living room, at his invitation she sat, choosing
the couch in preference to one of the chairs, and accepted a
pre-dinner drink.

"If you'll excuse me" Geoff said downing his drink, "I will sort out
dinner."

"May I help?" Trish offered.

"You are my guest," he smiled, "guests don't work. You may help
yourself to another drink if you wish. Won't be long."

When he returned with the food five minutes later Geoff noted that she
had added a candelabrum to the dining table, the candles were lit and
the main light dimmed making the room romantic. One last trip to the
kitchen for the wine and they were ready to eat, out of habit Geoff
held her chair for her as she sat at the table. Over the meal they
talked and before he knew it their plates were empty, smiling he
refilled their wine glasses before starting to clear the table.

"Would you like a dessert?" he asked.

"I couldn't eat another thing." she sighed, "That was fantastic."

Her compliment made him feel pleased, taking the plates and cutlery
out to the kitchen he collected the other bottle of wine and returned
to the living room, as he entered the room he saw Trish looking
closely at the photos on the mantle of he and Clara.

"What a lovely couple." Trish said over her shoulder, "I assume it's
you and your wife."

He joined her at the fireplace and discussed the photos and explaining
his loss.

"You must be lonely." Trish commented.

"At times," he smiled sadly, "we were a little too tied up in each
other to build up a circle of friends and when she died I, well, I
lost my incentive. I pop along to the local pensioner's clubs just to
get out of the house."

She moved over to the couch and patted the cushion beside her; Geoff
sat beside her placing the wine on the floor out of the way. As she
crossed her legs he wondered whether she was wearing her stockings
tonight or had they been packed away, he was tempted to ask, but held
his tongue, this young lady was most welcome company and he did not
wish to offend her. He had surprised himself already that evening by
talking about Clara, he had not talked about his wife since her death,
though he had thought about her often.

Trish had listened with interest when Geoff had described his wife,
she had the feeling that he had not talked with anyone about her since
she had died and she could tell from his voice that even after fifteen
years he still loved her. The couple in the photo's had looked good
together, comfortable in fact, in his youth Geoff had indeed been a
strong, powerful, virile man, Clara, his wife, looked, much to Trish's
surprise, a lot like herself and there was an impish glint in her eyes
in all the photo's of her. She noticed Geoff looking at her legs when
she'd crossed them with a secret smile, he was obviously wondering
whether she had worn her stockings, he had almost been on the verge of
asking and then had obviously decided against it. As they talked Trish
slipped in a few 'innocent' questions and quickly came to the
conclusion that Geoff's wife had been a very sexy lady, if that were
true Geoff must have had quite a sexual appetite and she wondered how
he had managed fifteen years of abstinence. The more they talked the
more Trish liked the man, he didn't complain about a thing though she
was sure there had been plenty to complain about, as they talked they
drank and before long the second wine bottle was empty, Geoff seemed
unaffected, but Trish was suffering the usual effect of drink, she
felt randy as hell. When the bottle was empty Geoff suggested they
have a cup of coffee, Trish accepted.

"By the way Geoff" she said just before he left the room, "where's the
loo?"

He pointed her in the right direction and she went off to relieve her
bladder, on the way back she made a decision that surprised her, she
was going to seduce Geoff. Back in the living room Geoff had laid out
two steaming cups of coffee on the small table in front of the couch,
she sat down beside him and their conversation continued.

"By the way," Trish suddenly said in mid-flow, "I am."

"Pardon?" he asked bewildered.

Trish's sudden change of tack had Geoff confused, he wondered what on
earth the girl was talking about and began to think that he'd missed a
part of their conversation. She was smiling impishly at him, had it
been Clara he would have known she was feeling 'playful', but this
girl was an unknown and he could not conceive of her wanting to have
sex with an oldster like him.

"My stockings," she answered, "I'm wearing them. Would you like to
see?"

Obviously Trish was teasing him, perhaps the drink had helped there,
but he wondered what she would do if he called her bluff, there was
only one way to find out.

"That would be very nice Trish." he answered.

He was amazed when she stood up and teasingly gathered her dress
together to raise the hem, slowly the hem slid up her perfectly formed
legs while Geoff stared in surprise and growing delight, after all
these were the first female legs he had seen outside a magazine for
fifteen years. The dark band at the top of the stockings came into
view, then the naked flesh above that, Geoff licked his lips as old
memories of Clara playing exactly this game with him flooded back, to
his surprise he felt a stirring in his loins.

"Would you like to see more?" she asked softly.

That ranked as one of the daftest questions he'd ever heard, but on
reconsideration he decided that he could not take advantage of her
offer as he felt it was the drink talking.

"Much as I would like to" he answered regretfully, "I don't think I
should."

"Why not?" she asked.

Quietly he explained his reasons, she listened to him with a growing
smile then dropped the hem of her dress.

"You are a dear." she laughed, "Geoff if I told you that I know
exactly what I'm doing would you say 'yes' to my question?"

"Well of course I would, but you may be in for a surprise young lady."
he smiled.

Trish smiled, she certainly hoped she'd be in for a very pleasant
surprise, reaching behind her she unzipped the dress and let it fall,
Geoff stared at her with eager eyes and as she reached behind her
again to open the bra she saw his tongue flick across his lips. Slowly
she slid her bra off revealing her large, ripe tits to his view, to
her amazement and glee she saw the front of his trousers begin to
bulge as he drank in the sight of her. Reaching to her panties she
slowly peeled them down her legs and kicked them away, her shaven
pussy was revealed to him and he looked longingly at it.

"Thank you." he almost whispered.

"Would you like to...." she left the question unfinished.

Geoff could not believe his ears, this gorgeous woman who was so
openly displaying her tender young charms to his lustful gaze was
asking if he would like to fuck her, needless to say he would,
especially as he had developed a hard on that was as good as in his
youth. Smiling he stood up and slowly removed his clothes, his smile
widened when he saw the amazement in her eyes when his cock sprang to
view. Moving slowly he moved to stand in front of her, leant forward
and kissed her young lips, before he knew it she had melted against
him, her large tits flattening against his skin, her nipples prodding
him to remind him they were there, her naked pussy rubbing against his
erection in a way that was exciting them both. Geoff moved his hands
to her tits and savoured the wondrous texture of her flesh beneath his
old hands, he tweaked her nipples with his fingers, something that had
always sent his late wife wild, Trish reacted just the same, a low
growl sounded deep in her throat as she pressed tighter to him, her
hand squeezing between them to close around his cock. Pushing back a
little Geoff slid a hand down her body to her pussy, his fingers
seeking and finding her clitoris, teasing it until she parted their
lips and cried out in ecstasy.

Trish was gloriously stunned, Geoff seemed to know exactly how to turn
her on, how to touch her, tease her, kiss her, she felt his fingers on
her clitoris and her body erupted in climax, no-one had brought to
this point so quickly before. His hand slid down further, one, then
two of his fingers slid into her wet, yearning pussy to move
tantalisingly slowly in and out to which he added a gentle twisting
movement that swiftly drove her to another peak. She felt herself
falling backwards, his strong hands guiding her to the floor and Trish
eagerly waited for him to mount her, instead she felt him slide down
her body, suddenly his tongue was licking her clitoris. Trish screamed
and arched her body, Geoff kept on licking her clit, driving her wild,
then his tongue moved down to probe and lap at her hole, she could
feel him sucking the juices from her pussy noisily and again she
climaxed. Her cries had barely faded before he was sliding up her
body, she felt his massive cock poke at the entrance to her pussy and
then he was pushing forward, her body thrusting up to welcome him. For
a moment he lay still, his cock filling her, then he slowly moved, his
strokes long and exciting.

Geoff had savoured every moment, the feel of her tits, her nipples
hard between his fingers, her pussy wet and clutching, her cries had
spurred him on as he drove her to climax after climax, then he had
licked her juices from her pussy, their taste sweet on his tongue
reminding him so much of Clara. Again she had climaxed, her body
bucking so much that he lost his hold, it was time to finish the
joyous task, sliding up her body, her skin rubbing against his, he
positioned himself and gently pressed forward, Trish had surged up to
engulf him in one swift, exhilarating motion. Savouring the feel of
her young pussy around his ancient cock, her juices washing over his
skin, Geoff lay still for a moment before starting to move teasingly
slowly, a stroke that had Clara begging him to 'fuck her hard' within
minutes. Trish's cries filled his ears and then she was pleading with
him to screw her, to drive himself into her and he took great joy in
upping his rhythm, his cock sliding out and thrusting in at speed. She
was thrashing and bucking beneath him yet gamely tried to match the
speed and force of his strokes, then he felt the familiar ache in his
balls that warned him of his own climax, with one last mighty thrust
he sank his cock as deep in her as it would go and gasped as his
juices burst forth.

Trish was in a daze of sexual frenzy, she pleaded with him to come in
her, to screw her hard, to fuck her fast, she had never been this
uncontrolled before, then she felt him thrust deeply into her pussy
and stiffen, his juices seemed to erupt inside her, their heat surging
up into her womb. Geoff seemed to flow and flow and flow, she had
visions of him filling her up with his semen, as if from a distance
she could hear herself crying out as wave after wave of pleasure
crashed over her. Then he was rolling off her, his breathing fast, but
strong he lay beside her, she could feel him watching her as her body
came down from it's high, her bucking turning to gentle tremors.

"God!" Trish gasped, "That was fantastic."

Geoff felt great satisfaction both from the excitement of the event
and the fact that he had excited this young woman so much she had
begged for him, perhaps there was a kernel of truth in that old adage
about snow on the roof after all. He watched her slowly come down,
heard her gasped compliment and reached out to gently run his hand
along the side if her ribs, unbelievably she went into another climax,
only Clara had ever reacted like that before, if he had believed in
such things he would swear Trisha was Clara reincarnated. Beside him
Trish sighed as her body started to calm once more, smiling he rose,
padded out to the kitchen and fetched a towel with which they could
clean themselves, Trish was trying to stand as he came back into the
room.

"Come here," she grinned at him, "and help me to the couch."

Laughing he did as she asked, placing the towel under her as she sat
down, the poor dear was knackered, but she seemed contented. Trish
looked up at him and gave a devilish grin, somehow he knew what she
would do next and sure enough her head dropped to his lap, her mouth
closing around his cock to suck and lick at his shrinking flesh. He
was stunned not only to discover that her technique was exactly the
same as his late wife's, but that his cock was responding to her
actions almost as fast as in the old days with Clara. Soon he felt his
climax rushing over him and his seed flow into her mouth in a rush,
yet he felt her swallow it all and suck for more only reluctantly
releasing him when his cock started to shrink despite all her
attentions.

"Christ," he gasped, "I'd almost forgotten how good it could be."

"My pleasure." Trish grinned cheekily.

"Young lady," he laughed, "you are so much like my Clara it's uncanny
and I mean that as a compliment."

"I know," she sighed cuddling into his ribs, "funny thing is that I
feel that I am where I belong."

A month later, to the shock of the whole community, Trish's parents
and most of all grandma Maud, Geoff and Trish were married, winter and
spring joined as one.

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