I did the wrong thing. I should not have seduced my grandfather's friend but I couldn't help myself. I know he enjoyed it but I'm thinking I crossed a boundary too far. I've resigned myself to the fact I have an addiction for elderly men. If any of you have read my previous stories on here you'll know how I got started. My last 'old man' boyfriend and I broke up a long while ago. I don't know why. I've replayed things over and over in my mind but can't work it out. I'd always pleasured him in any manner he asked me to and whenever he wanted me I was his for the taking. I was always a willing partner so maybe he just got bored with me? Anyhow, I've been desperate for a while for that loving feeling only an old man can give me and it got to the point where I started ogling grey haired men in the street. Not good. It got worse when I visited my granddad one weekend. He shares a house with Hugh who is also an elderly widower like Gramps. Gramps had gone to bed early as usual on the Saturday night and Hugh and I were left to chat in the kitchen. I offered to make him a cuppa but he said he'd prefer something harder. "Me too," I sighed. He must've taken the hint because next thing he had his hand on my leg. I stood up and moved away to the bench because I didn't think it was appropriate of me to take things further, as much as I wanted to. "I'm so sorry, my dear," he apologised. "I should keep my distance." "Don't be," I said, "I liked it. Very much." "But? It's because I'm an old old man and you're just a child." "Not at all. It's because I won't be able to stop myself if I start." That was all the encouragement he needed. He basically pounced on me right there. And it felt so amazing. My knees nearly gave way beneath me when he started sucking on my neck and fumbling under my t-shirt. "Not here," I managed to stammer. Gramps usually sleeps soundly but I was a bit afraid he might come downstairs so I opened the back door, hoping Hugh would follow me out into the dark garden. He did. As soon as we were outside I ripped his pants down and started sucking on his wrinkly cock. "I won't last," he moaned. "I don't care," I groaned right back. God, I had missed this. "No. This is not what a gentleman does," he said. "Ladies first." He pressed me against the wall of the house and lifted my skirt. That old codger went right to work with his tongue. Oh godddddd he was good. I was trying not to be too loud but shit he was sending me berserk. I hate to admit I didn't last very long myself and before long he had me buckling at the knees and quietly sobbing. He waited til I'd stopped shaking and when I'd semi composed myself I went to go down on him again but he said he just wanted to be inside me. My pleasure! He rammed home like there was no tomorrow, and at his age, I guess he had to take it while he could get it. I would've liked to have snuggled in bed with him that night but with Gramps in the house it wasn't a good idea so we parted company at the top of the stairs. That night I had such a good deep sleep - the first I'd had in a long time - and I couldn't wait to see if we might get an opportunity for a bit more fun the next day. We did. Oh boy, did we!! Wanna hear about Sunday's afternoon delight?