Away From The Home

This is a true story; all that has been changed is the names of everyone involved to protect their identities

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“Going anywhere nice this month Mr. Tunny?” the nurse asked as she watched Harold get his coat on and head for the door

“Oh just for a stroll and maybe to the shops nurse” the old man smiled back as he put his hat on and went to kiss his wife goodbye before he went out.

Harold Tunny was 73 years old and lived with his 78 year old wife Angela in a cosy little retirement home, over the course of their lives they had made some good money and could have stayed in their house which was rather spacious, but as they got older they had made the decision to sell it and move into a good home where Angela could get lots of care that she needed for her arthritis.

Harold, or Harry as friends knew him, was still in pretty good shape for his age, well by that I mean he still had his own teeth and apart from a few aches and pains didn’t have any major problems getting around, that was why he was allowed once a month to take a day out of the home and go and enjoy the town.

“Morning” Harry said tipping his hat to people who walked by him in the street, he had decided that today he was going to the park, it was a nice day out, bright sun and clear sky’s and he hadn’t been to sit on the benches for a month since he last left the home for a day out.

Sat on the bench Harry watched as some women went running by, his eyes watched their tight bum’s as they jogged on, a smile forming on his lips as his eye brows raised, they were not the only thing that started to raise too, in his pants Harry felt his cock stir a little too.

For a man of 73 Harry could still get his cock up without much trouble at all, ok it wasn’t as fast as when he was younger but still he did enjoy watching the young women around town, never passing up an opportunity to have a good look at their tight bodies in their revealing clothes, it was this sort of behaviour that had led Harry to have an affair many years ago with a younger woman, when he was 59 year’s old he had begun an affair with a woman of 25, but she had met someone else who he was told was also older then her, in the early 50’s range after a few months of there affair beginning and moved on from Harry to marry this new man, still he had his fun with her and his wife who by that time was off sex never found out about it.

So here was Harry his best years past him now but still he wasn’t all that bad looking, his face was quite wrinkled as was all his body but compare him to any other man his age and he would be considered dishy for his age, even if he said so himself.

A smile from a passing jogger got Harry thinking about the girl he had the affair with those years ago, this girl who had so politely smiled looked a lot like her, still she would be older then that now. Harry smiled back and tipped his hat before he leaned back on the bench and looked around the park at some of the others there, mostly woman with small children and joggers. Then Harry’s eyes saw someone who made his cock jump in his pants.

From a distance Sharon Hallums looked around the park as she stretched ready for her morning jog, every morning she would come down to the park and have a good 30 minuets run to keep in shape, she was proud o her body and had rights to be too.

Harry watched as she went running past him, she was beautiful, long auburn hair and big green eyes, a nice tanned body, very lean but with curves too, he’d never seen anyone like her. Guessing her age to be about 24 or 5 Harry smiled as she went by but she never looked at him, that didn’t stop his eyes from following her though, taking in each movement of her legs and the rest of her perfect body as she went by and down the path each step taking her further away from his gaze.

Harry took a deep breath and shook his head, his white hair swishing a little to each side as he stood after and watched the girl run down the path before starting to make a turn and head back around, atleast she was going to do another lap he thought with a grin at the prospect of seeing her jog by again.

Sharon went round the park 3 times in total and she could feel eyes on her each time she went past people, she knew that every man including the old one at the benches was watching her and taking a second look, she had gotten used to man giving her attention she had, had it since she was 16 and now at 24 it was much worse but she just learned to ignore it and carry on, if they got a little thrill from her looks then more power to them she reasoned, its not hurting anyone.

Slowing to a stop Sharon reached into her pockets of the jogging pants she had on “Oh no not again!” she exclaimed reaching into the other pocket she said it again.

“Is there anything the matter my dear?” a man’s voice asked from over her shoulder, Sharon quickly spun around to see who it was who had spoken to her and saw a wrinkled, white haired old man stood behind her in a suit and brown hat

“I have lost my money again, I always bring some change with me to buy a drink after my run, and this is the second day in a row I have lost it, I must have a hole in my pocket or something” Sharon said still feeling around her pockets.

“Oh that’s not good now is it young lady” Harry smiled which brought a smile to Sharon’s face too before she replied “No”

“I’ll tell you what I have a few pounds in my pocket here, would you like to come for a drink with me perhaps? I was headed into town soon anyway this old man needs a drink himself with all this sun” Harry said. Sharon thought over his offer, he seemed harmless enough and anyway judging by his age he’d not really pose any threats to her even if he wanted to try and take something from her.

“Why thank you… if you are sure that you have the money that is,” Sharon said with a smile, her white teeth dazzling Harry who assured her he had plenty of that.

The two walked out of the park and headed into town, talking as they went about how Sharon got into jogging and things of that nature.

“So then Sharon, tell me what would you like to drink?” Harry asked as they sat at a table in a little café facing each other over a table.

“An orange juice will be fine thank you,” Sharon said with a smile first to the waiter then Harry. Harry smiled back and ordered a cup of tea, looking at Sharon as the waiter left to fetch their drinks.

“I hope you don’t find me rude but how old are you anyway?” Harry asked Sharon

“Oh I don’t find it rude at all… I’m twenty-four just turned” Sharon said with a smile that could melt an ice burg, her thin eyebrows just moving ever so slightly on her beautiful face and her lush red lips curled ever so delicately.

“Twenty-four I remember being your age” Harry said “Now look at me seventy-three years old, let me tell you don’t waste your life it will go before you know it” he continued looking down at his wrinkled hands then smiling to Sharon who once again smiled back.

“Well you don’t look seventy-three Harold, I’d say more…”

“Eighty” Harry cut off Sharon who giggled at his joke

“No I’d say more sixty,” she said with a smile, still feeling a little giggly from his previous comment

“Well thank you Sharon, that is very kind of you, but I know it’s not true, we are what age we are as the old saying goes”

Sharon was just about to say something when the waiter came back and delivered their drinks cutting her off, she took a big gulp of her glass and sighed her satisfaction at the refreshing taste.