Two men who have recently retired
decide to go on a seaside holiday together, which would not normally be unusual
except that Horace who used to own the local pub was sixty eight, and his
friend Hector was a year older.
Hector meets Helen who gets locked
out of her room at their hotel, and Helen falls asleep in on the lower bunk bed
in Hector’s room whilst he tries to open her bedroom door on the floor
below. Helen, who is a spritely young
62, takes off her clothes to go to sleep forgetting that her bags are still in
her room, and Hector finds himself naked and marooned in the upper bunk bed!
Fortunately their humor takes over,
and they find themselves spending the week together, and frequently naked.
During their holiday Horace meets
Hannah a television presenter and they are both attracted to one another but
their mutual appreciation is much more complicated, although Hector and Helen
do manage to lend a hand.
Again local gossip and spite raises
its ugly head, but between the four of them they manage to reach a successful
outcome.
This is a love story for the over
sixties! On one hand a couple are happy
and unconcerned with public opinion, whilst the other couple are fraught with
family problems and legal complications, not to mention gossiping neighbors.
Excerpt:
The grass was drying out and Hector
decided to leave it until it rained again.
He had several flower beds for roses which was the garden in the front
of the cottage, and several long thin beds for vegetables at the back.
He had a small shed at the back of
his garden with an equally small greenhouse attached to one wall, and he
hardened off his young plants in a series of three cold frames. He had been late this year with sowing some
vegetable seeds, so had cheated by buying some young seedlings from a
neighbour. They were now in his open
cold frames, and were growing well, provided he supplied them with water.
Helen came to see what he was
doing. He was in his shed and one side
of the shed was a large old oak tree.
He kissed her;
“You smell great!” he said, and she
snuggled against him.
“A new perfume I got in London last
week! I’m glad you like it, darling!”
She looked around his shed; and
took his hand in hers.
“Make love to me, please!” she
murmured looking coyly at him.
Hector looked around his shed. There wasn’t much room.
“You’ve got a collapsible camp bed,
darling, go and get it,” she suggested and kissed him.
Her perfume, her softness and her
demeanour was having its desired effect on his penis, and he put a hand in one
pocket to adjust it.
She smiled at him again.
“I was just going to dig a trench
for my sweet peas,” he pleaded lamely, but as she looked at him again he ducked
out of his shed and went to the cottage.
He came back a few minutes later
with the folded canvas bed with the metal legs sticking out, and a blanket
which he had found strangely and conveniently placed on it!
The extended bed just fitted into
the centre of the floor, and Helen immediately spread the blanket over the
canvas base and sat on it looking at him.
He resigned himself willingly to the inevitable and sat down beside her.
“Don’t sit on the edges as it might
fall over!” he warned.
Helen held him tight and pulled him
towards her, lying on her back and smiling at him as she did so.
“Sorry, darling,” she warned him,
“just seeing you working in the garden suddenly made me feel very passionate
and sexy!”
“Can I take my shoes off?” he
joked, as he felt her undoing his belt, and then his zip.
He kissed her to make her slow
down, and then kissed her cleavage, and she sighed holding his head close to
her breasts.
It was then he found that she had
only worn a loose fitting dress, a soft bra and panties, which quickly came off
and she lay looking up at him, naked.
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