The old man was an imposing figure and as he looked down at Michael he felt an involuntary shiver. The deep voice only added to his nervousness. “Do you have anything to confess?” Michael knew that his whole future would be decided in the next few minutes and so he thought very hard. After several minutes he replied “I did once take a train ride without paying”. Saint Peter paused and looked at the old man before him more closely before asking “Were you faithful to your wife, sober in all you did and never lusted after other men or women?”.
“Er..I guess that's right” Michael replied “I did work very hard and always avoided being alone with other women, I didn’t take drugs or ever drink more than half a pint of shandy or a small glass of champagne a few times at weddings.” “Very well, in you go.” said Saint Peter “You will find a few like minded souls there already but don’t expect to have much fun!”
Michael awoke with a start. For a moment he had thought he was standing at the pearly gates being judged. His life had indeed been blameless so far and all he had to look forward to was more of the same it seemed. He was alone in the bed as his wife was away seeing her ageing aunt and he had been planning to clean the flat thoroughly and surprise her on her return with a nutritionally balanced vegan meal. A noise from the flat upstairs reminded him about the new tenant.
She seemed to be a single young woman who had quite a lot of visitors, sometimes quite late at night. He had been taken aback when they had passed in the hall while putting out the rubbish - she had been wearing a very short skirt and a top that emphasised her large breasts. He had tried hard not to look and focused on her face which despite the makeup was pretty and her smile seemed warm and genuine.
He had been polite but nothing more but she had said “I like to get to know my neighbours so why don’t you come up for a coffee sometime?” as she ascended the stairs. He had mumbled something non-committal and tried not to look at her arse but she had turned and added “or something more if you like.” He had pretended not to hear and hurriedly returned to his own flat feeling his face turn red with embarrassment.
Despite his good intentions he had found himself wondering what she meant and it had taken a great effort of will to turn his thoughts to other matters like the charity fundraising work he had signed up to do later. As he tried to process his dream and its implications the image of her arse came back into his head and unconsciously his hand moved to hold his cock which started to stiffen. And suddenly he knew what the dream meant - living a blameless life meant missing out on a lot of fun so tonight he would take up her offer and perhaps, finally, do something he could regret.
An old man called Mike remembers sex in London before the internet, rants about the hypocrisy of today's society and shares some links to the best companions around today......