Jayne's World Pt. 01

Undoubtedly, though, I was heading into territory I hadn't been in for a long time.

One thing, however, was quite clear to me, one surprising fact that I wouldn't have believed when I started walking along Oxford Street earlier today, I badly wanted to bed this girl. That had not happened to me for a long time and certainly with such an age difference, it had never happened before.

But, I wanted you to want it, too, if you see what I mean. I'd ordered some peanuts and crisps while you were at the loo, not because I particularly wanted a snack, but I thought that you'd maybe had too much wine on an empty stomach. Not a good combination. If you were to make decisions today, I wanted them made with a clear mind, not a fuzzy one.

Damn, was I out of my mind? Was this really happening? I'm well into my fifties, for God's sake and how old could you be? Not more than twenty-three or four, that was for certain. Hell, I was old enough to be her dad. What had she joked? Grandad? Surely not? Surely our age difference wasn't that great? Fuck they were I realised quickly calculating it.

Hell, inside my body, there was a young, virile man desperate to vent his spleen. Was that what you saw, I wondered? You were extremely confident which reflected itself in the way you looked into my eyes holding my gaze when we spoke. A look that spoke volumes. On occasions as we'd chatted, I'd thought you were going to lean closer and brush my lips with yours. At times, I had to hold myself back from doing the same. I looked at your soft lips, wanting to gently run my tongue across them, seducing them, waiting for them to open slightly so I could slip my tongue between them and explore the inside of your mouth.

God, my erection now seemed to be a rock-hard, permanent feature! No point fighting it, the damn thing had a mind of its own. Okay, the erotic thoughts in my mind, the sensual images in my brain, were all feeding the little, well medium-sized, bugger. No wonder it had reacted accordingly.

REPORT

Were you feeling the same I wondered? That direct look of yours, deep into mine, with your blue eyes twinkling so suggestively, told me that you were aroused, too. By me? No, that couldn't be. Could it?

Watching you make your way through the crowded bar, then back again, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't work out whether it was subconscious consciousness, or conscious subconsciousness.

Hell, I'd been on too many management courses! Even my sex addled brain was thinking in consultant speak. What I meant was, did you know how sexily you were behaving, or was that simply a natural result of your mood or, more to the point, my mood? Or was that how you always were?

Outside Boots you'd been nervous. You were embarrassed about the photos, and me seeing them. Here, it was different. You were much more comfortable walking through the bar full of men. You knew their gazes were on you and you played to it. The way you ignored them while you looked across at me, accentuating the sway of your hips at the front and the wiggle of your delicious little bum at the back. God, you looked hot, and you knew exactly what you were doing.

What I couldn't decide was whether you were happy to show yourself off to them, or were you giving them a message. Were you trying to pick up the entire pub? Or were you telling them, 'You can look as much as you want guys, but I have someone over there, waiting for me.' Could that really be me? Such things just don't happen, do they?

I watched you turn and grin at me as you spoke on the phone, watched the way you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, watched the way you turned to allow me the best possible view of your body. Look as much as you want, because that's all that's possible? Is that what you were telling me? Or was it look at what's in store. Play your cards right and this could be yours.

When you ended the call and turned back to me, I felt my cock twitch. It had been some time since a woman had done that to me.

"I'm sorry," you said, those glinting blue eyes piercing through me again. "I needed to take that."

And I need to take you, young lady. It's as simple as that. I want my hands on your body, my mouth on your tits, and your taste in my mouth. As for that growing bugger between my legs, it had ideas of its own, and actually soft or hard as it was now, it wasn't so little

I sighed deeply in an attempt to compose myself. Don't be fucking stupid, I shouted inside my head. Put those predatory thoughts to one side. Don't make an ass of yourself, Grandad!

Instead, see if it was possible to spend some time with this remarkable girl I wanted to get to know better. Forget sex, think enjoyment. See if you could spend some time with this fascinating young beauty. This afternoon or this evening. And don't look beyond that.

"No problem, Jayne," I told you with a smile. "You were going to ask me something when your phone rang."