Chapter 3 - The game's afoot

After a while, Samantha began to feel a bit restless sitting on Henry's lap. She couldn't help but be proud of the effect she was already having on her neighbour, starting to realize it hadn’t taken her but five minutes before feeling Henry’s crotch bulging, and she started to wonder what it would be like to see it up close. She knew it normally was quite inappropriate to ask such a thing of an old man like Henry, but it was all part of her plan to give him a night to remember. Samantha was in for a penny; she was in for a pound. Or a pounding, if she was really lucky.
 
So, with a sly grin, she leaned in close to Henry's ear and whispered softly. "Henry, I have to admit, I'm a little curious about that bulge I felt earlier. Would you mind showing me what it looks like?"
 
Henry's face turned bright red with embarrassment at Samantha's bold request. "Oh, uh, well, I'm not sure that would be appropriate, dear," he stammered. "I'm an old man, after all, and you're a young woman. It wouldn't be proper."
 
Samantha pouted and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. "Come on, Henry. Stop it with the 'old man' crap. And don't be such a prude. I just want to see what it looks like. It's not like I'm asking you to do anything with it... yet."
 
Henry let out a dry chuckle. "Well, I suppose it could show you," he replied, after a moment of silence. "But you have to promise what whatever happens tonight, you will keep it a secret between us, okay?"
 
Samantha's eyes lit up with excitement and she nodded eagerly. "I promise, Henry. Your secret is safe with me."
 
The oldtimer hesitated for a moment, but then he slowly unzipped his pants and revealed his naked member to Samantha's gaze. He couldn't believe she was actually interested in seeing it. But Samantha gasped in surprise at the sight, unable to believe that an old man like Henry could be so well-endowed. Samantha and Henry both had reasons to be silent and after a few seconds, the old man cleared his throat.
 
"Well, um, I guess that's it, then," he spoke, trying to cover himself up. "I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were expecting."
 
Samantha giggled and placed a reassuring hand on his thigh. "Don't be silly, Henry. It's perfect. I just can't believe an old man like you had such a big secret hidden away."
 
He couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious, as after her reassurance, Samantha kept staring at his fully erect manhood. The old man shifted uncomfortably on the couch, no longer used to being looked at like this. After a few seconds ticked by, Henry cleared this throat a second time, unsure of what to do.
 
Samantha blinked, and finally tore her gaze from the fully engorged member and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm glad to see it, Henry," she whispered. "And I have a little secret of my own that I'd like to share with you. To be honest with you, I'm feeling a bit turned on right now."
 
Her neighbours's eyes widened in surprise at her words. "T-turned on?" he sputtered. "B-but, I'm an... antique. I'm not sure I can... you know... perform like a young man. And really, I'm afraid this is as far as we can go, dear. I mean, I'm... me and you're a young woman. It wouldn't be proper for us to do anything more."
 
Samantha chuckled and patted his cheek. "Oh, Henry, don't worry about it. Like I said, I wanted to make you feel less lonely. Now I have a chance to see what it feels like to be with an older man. And from the looks of it, I think you'll be more than capable of satisfying me."