Chapter 2 - Enter... Samantha

Henry was just settling down for the night, flipping through the channels on his TV, when he was startled by the sound of his doorbell ringing. He frowned, wondering who could be coming to visit him at this hour. He made his way to the door, grumbling to himself about the interruption.

As he opened the door, Henry's eyes widened in surprise at the sight that greeted him. There on his doorstep stood the neighbours’ daughter: Samantha. She was dressed in nothing more than a lacy negligee. Her long, blond hair was extra curly, and her makeup was well-done, as if she had just finished preparing for a night of partying.

"Samantha?" Henry exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up in shock. "What on earth are you doing here at this time of night, and in that... outfit?"

The young woman gave him a sly grin. "I figured you must be feeling lonely, Henry," she said. "And I wanted to help you out. Can I come in?"

Henry hesitated for a moment, but his kind nature won out and he stepped aside to let her in. "Well, I appreciate the thought, Samantha," he said. "I suppose it couldn't hurt for you to come in and keep me company for a bit."

Samantha gave him a grateful smile and stepped into his apartment. Henry led her to the couch, Henry quickly settling onto the cushions again. He gestured to an empty spot, clearly expecting his neighbour to take it.

To his surprise, she proceeded to perch on his lap. Henry couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed as Samantha settled in. He was advanced of age, after all, and he wasn't used to having a young and attractive woman sitting on him like this. But he tried not to let it show and instead focused on making small talk with Samantha, asking her about her day and how she was doing.

As they chatted, Samantha shifted back and forth, rubbing her ass into Henry's crotch. She quickly realized that this had the effect she had hoped for this evening; she felt a bulge beneath her. After five minutes or so of teasing poor old Henry, she could no longer resist the temptation to do something. She started her plan for Henry in earnest, and leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

"Is there something you're happy to see, Henry?" she asked coyly.

Henry's face turned bright red with embarrassment. "Oh, uh, well, I... I'm an old man, Samantha," he stammered. "It's just, uh, it's just a natural reaction. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."

Samantha chuckled and patted his cheek. "It's okay, Henry. I'm just teasing you. I know you're a gentleman. But it is a little flattering, to be honest. It's not every day that a girl my age gets to turn an old man's head."

Henry couldn't help but laugh at her frankness. "Well, you certainly are a refreshing change from the usual boring old ladies I'm used to spending time with," he said, chuckling.

The curvy young lady on his lap gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. "Hey, watch it! I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

Henry snickered and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "I'll admit I'm glad to have you here, Samantha. You bring a bit of life and excitement into my otherwise mundane existence. Without you, I'd just be left mulling over old memories."

She smiled, appeared to gather her courage, and leaned in to give Henry a soft kiss on the lips. "I planned to be here, Henry," she whispered in his ear. "You're a sweet old man and I’ve always enjoyed spending time with you. I intend to have us make some new memories together."

Henry's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected kiss, but he couldn't help but smile at Samantha's words. He couldn't help himself and pulled her even closer, enjoying the feeling of her warm, soft body against his own. Where she appeared to have some sort of plan, Henry couldn’t help but notice his own growing nerves, mixed with excitement about what she might mean with 'making new memories'.