It was a warm early summer day. Meeting online, despite their significant difference in years, they just clicked. He was sixty-seven and she was just twenty-three, so public shows of affection were frowned upon, unless it looked like mere grandfather and granddaughter affection.
Walking along the cliff path, they had stopped at a small mom-and-pop café overlooking the beach. It was too good an opportunity to miss and take a coffee with homemade cakes, scones, thick cream, and preserve to see them on their way.
Now they had started the longer and remoter path along the cliff around the headland and on toward the next village about five miles away. Five miles of good quiet walking country. With hardly anyone about as it was pre-holiday season, they had the path to themselves. Even the sandy cove below them had but one couple on it. Give it a few weeks and school holidays would have it jammed with families.
The view over the cliffs was stunning. Clear blue water reflecting a clear blue sky made even the deeper water close in look shallow. The lack of people also gave them the chance to indulge in walking side by side, arms around each other's waist, unless the path was particularly narrow or dangerous.
Something about the warm weather, tranquillity and solitude made him horny. His hand slipped off her waist and down to the hem of her short floaty summer dress. It didn’t remain there long before going up under the soft cotton to rest on her tight buttocks. Holding them firmly, but not too firmly, he could feel every step she took as if they were alive independently.
She didn’t fight him off just returned the compliment slipping her hand inside his waistband and holding his bum tight. They were able to move like this, as one, for about half a mile or so before the path narrowed at the cliff edge. Here it was closed by a narrow gate just wide enough for one. They are known as “kissing gates”. First through holds it closed until the other pays the entry price…a kiss… to open it. It was opened eventually by him only after a very sensual kiss that included a little tongue and biting of her lip.
Once the path opened up they could continue with arms around each other but this time hands weren’t resting lightly but actively groping. They walked on in the warm sun with only a light sea breeze churning the air.
Once around the headland, they were out of sight of the beach. Below them, a small sheltered area of grass, nibbled short by rabbits, looked directly out to sea. The high stone walls sheltered it from the coastal path and a narrow sheep track led down to it. They both seemed to spot the potential simultaneously, so it was difficult to say who led who. She though was first down the track, leading him by the hand. Once there, they opened one of their day sacks and spread a light rug on the grass before sitting side by side, backs against the rock.
With the sun on their faces, and the rock sheltering them from the breeze, it was a warm place to be. She shifted her position to lay across his lap where he held her in one arm and slowly unbuttoned her dress with his free hand. As the dress fell open she felt the warm sun on her exposed skin and particularly her breasts. Her nipples hardened as his hand went to them, gently forcing them out as he caressed each breast in turn. She lifted her head to kiss him arm around the back of his head holding his mouth to hers.
His strong hands gently worked her breasts hardening each nipple for further attention later. Then one moved softly across her abdomen alighting on her mound. Here it gently stroked the fur above her pussy before slipping in between her lips. A single finger slowly traced its way up and down her slot pressing further each time as her wetness allowed easier access inside. Once wet two middle fingers gently pressed her open and slipped in until fully enveloped. Here they moved in light clawing circles against the inside of her pubic bone.
