Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

One evening, therefore, when she was getting ready to go to his apartment, she felt a strange presence beside her. Turning around, she saw an attractive old man, the crease in his pants impeccable, his body still tall and straight, advancing toward her.

Her first impulse when she saw the hideous male face in agony was to immediately leave without saying a word. However the man spoke before she had a chance:

“Excuse me, miss, but I already had the opportunity of meeting you when you sold flowers.”

She snapped back:

“Who are you? What a way to approach a young lady!”

The old man was silent but then regained his courage.

“I know that it isn't very polite, but I saw you and I thought you might permit me to…”

“Yes, I understand! You think I'm one of those girls who can be approached by anyone.”

“No! No! I know that you're serious, but I thought we might become friendly.”

She softened somewhat and looked at the man with an amused smile. Now she remembered his face. The old man often came to the store and he always gave her a banal compliment as he was paying for his purchase.

“Oh! I recognize you! You were one of my aunt's clients, weren't you?”

The man seemed happy to have finally been recognized.

“Yes, that's right! Your aunt is a charming lady! Don't you live with her anymore?”

“No! I like to be alone! I rented a very nice apartment. Good-day, sir.”

She held out her hand but he didn't dare to take it.

His white beard was shaking and his little eyes sunk obliquely into their orbits, resembling those of pigs.

Like many old people married to someone their own age, Mr. Edward Dupont, accountant for thirty years, had only had passing adventures in his life and the dream he experienced without being aware of it, had faded in the distance.

What could the fat Mrs. Dupont bring him with her formidable obesity, her flabby thighs, her flat chest that descended to her navel, and the hairs that darkened her senile chin?

Nevertheless, he took the hand that the young girl offered him now and whispered, fearing a refusal:

“Are you free tomorrow? I would love to get to know you better!”

She didn't answer immediately.

She looked at the old man and she didn't have to be psychic to guess that the accountant wanted to make love to her!

“Perhaps! But what will we do?”

“Oh, we'll take a walk. We'll have plenty of time.”

“All right. I accept. But I'll feel as though my grandfather is walking beside me!”

And she burst into a big open laugh that made the desire rise in the old man. Edward couldn't stand still any longer. He put his hand into his pants pocket and, without her seeing it, he caressed his prick through the material that was specially cut for this purpose.

Then he left Danielle, who went back to her apartment.

The lascivious rascal was happy! Although he had had many girls throughout the city, he had never been attached to any of them. But this young girl, with the majestic body which was outlined at the slightest movement, tempted his pitiful senility!

He promised himself the most beautiful fuck of his career as a lover.

“Did you get a raise?” his wife asked when she saw him waltzing through the door.

“No, my big nanny, but I had an idea for a little gift that would please you and you know how happy I am to be home with you!”

“Come here. I'm going to give you a kiss. You deserve it since you thought of me,” said the old woman with a smile that uncovered her yellow teeth.

He grimaced and said:

“Oh, at your age. What are you thinking!”

The two old people embraced clumsily and if the huge Dupont hadn't been so heavy and out of breath, perhaps she would have opened her decrepit rotundities to humor the man.

The next day, Danielle arrived slightly late and saw her suitor sitting on a bench. He got up and squeezed her hands effusively.

“Where are we going?”

“I thought that a walk would stimulate our appetites. Then a little dinner in an inn that I know.”

“And then…?” the young girl added maliciously.

“Then! Then…!” he could only answer, “we'll see!”

“After all,” thought Danielle, “the old man is still sturdy! He has money and if he wants me to give him my ass, he'll have to pay the price. Anyway, it's quite obvious what he wants. And it might be amusing to be fucked by someone his age. I'll have to hold his cock for fear that it would grow soft again from the heat of passion! Poor man! He has an obese wife who doesn't satisfy him anymore and the old bastard sees himself as a Don Juan with young girls!”

Edward, lost in the thought of the desired event, let himself be soothed by the sweet intoxication of evening. Feeling his desirable companion walking by his side, breathing a subtle perfume that came from the woman's body, the old man was overcome by dreams of youth. He had the impression that he had returned to the time of his adolescence. And the night that covered the city with its gloomy cloak was like a luminescence to the old man.

He was ashamed of having become what he was: an old, tired libertine, used up by debauchery and interminable orgies.

What seemed especially wonderful to him on this evening when his strength was revivified by the scents that saturated the atmosphere, was to remember the first day he had met his wife.

But forty years ago she had been pretty, just like Danielle, and if…

He stopped dreaming.

The page of the book of life was closed and nothing could reopen it. He dared to put his arm under the young girl's and she did not protest.

They gradually moved closer. The night made them feel young and strong.

It was no longer the old man with the wrinkled face and the body filled with desire, nor Danielle with an already soiled past.

No! Two bodies were attracting one another! An unknown wave magnetized them.

The dinner at the inn was shortened by a common incident. The young girl felt ill and wanted to go home. Naturally, Edward Dupont accompanied her.

She thanked him and was going to send him away when he implored:

“One small moment! Just a little moment! I swear that I'll leave then!”

She didn't insist and let him enter her apartment.

Tired and nervous, she stretched out on the bed and asked him for a glass of water with an aspirin.

“Well,” murmured the old man, “here I had promised an exciting evening and the poor child is ill! I hope this doesn't last!”

He brought the medicine and carried it to the bed. She sat up and thanked him.

“Be nice, papa, and maybe I'll give you a little kiss!”

He watched her drinking the water. He was dying of love.

Sitting on an armchair, he crossed and uncrossed his legs, excited to the highest degree.

“When you've finished shaking like an eel, perhaps you'll put out the light and turn on this little nightlamp.”

As he stumbled around looking for it, she pointed to it on the nighttable.

“Don't be so nervous and stop trembling or you'll break it!”

The old man executed the beautiful child's orders and came over to her. He sat down very carefully on the edge of the bed.

The room had taken on an intimate appearance. Several chairs projected their shadows in the corners and the window with the drawn curtains was drowned in opacity.

“Undo my dress. I don't feel comfortable.”

He didn't have to be told twice, but he was so clumsy that he tore it a little.

“Oh, that's just great! If you continue like this, I'll see you to the door, grandfather!”

She liked lashing at him with words that recalled his age, but he was as docile as a child and accepted everything.

His fingers clung to the young woman as he undressed her scented body and the bestial desire of his senility began to rise, supplanting his reasonable faculties.