Sizzling age-gap fun in the sun as Lawrence, 82, heads off to the sex resort of Drea in the Med for a holiday of a lifetime ? and as soon as he boards the Air-Otica flight, the pleasures awaiting him come clear in the delectable and curvaceous form of Natalia, the flight attendant. Can shy Lawrence come out of his shell and enjoy sun, sea, and lots and lots of sex with hot younger women?
The latest in DF Darke's ambitious Age-Gap Annual, finally reaching August...
This edition includes some saucy holiday snaps of elderly men and young women, all aged 18+
Extract
A line of elderly men scaled the steps up to the plane. Some were quite doddery, using sticks. Lawrence said hello to some of the gents in front and behind him. Everyone looked excited. He shuffled up the steps toward the open plane door, boarding pass clenched in his liver-spotted hand, his tummy fluttering excitedly.
"Can I really do this?" he murmured. He was really seconds away from turning back. Surely, he was too old to cope. And it was all so illicit.
He was at the door, and already turning round to head back down the steps, when a silky voice from inside the plane said, "Welcome to Air-Otica, please cum inside..."
Lawrence felt the lure of that sexy voice, and he looked inside the plane and saw paradise in human-form, in girl-form, beckon.
She was tall and curvaceous and stunningly beautiful, with tumbles of dark hair, wide, green eyes, and a flashing white smile. She wore a uniform more suited to a porn set than an airline, with tight white blouse that accentuated her enormous breasts, and a short skirt. High heels made her tall, very tall.
"I'm Natalia, please come aboard," she said.
He crossed the threshold. The odor of perfume assailed him. A heady scent of lust filled the cabin.
"First time flying with us?" she asked, her voice a melody that danced and fluttered around his balls.
"Indeed," Lawrence said. He presented his boarding pass. He could smell her now, her odor potent and wonderful. He looked down at her cleavage as she checked his card.
"So lovely to have you, Mr. Cauldwell," she purred. "Please take your seat."
