Isobel Conway had literally known him almost all of his life. She had teased her best friend Stephanie Morton about Stephanie becoming a grandmother at age forty-seven, and Isabel had first seen young Kevin when he was five days old.
Now Isobel had eye contact with twenty-one-year-old Kevin Bowyer across a crowded room at a party being thrown by Kevin's parents James and Sharon Bowyer.
Isobel was a striking woman at age sixty-eight, very healthy and very fit. She had never married, but had had, and was still having, a very good sex life, mostly with males but sometimes with females.
Isobel and Kevin smiled at each other, and raised their glasses in a toast, despite several people being in between them.
Isobel was thinking, and had thought for a while, what a good-looking hunk young Kevin had grown into, he was very handsome and had lots of female admirers, some of whom had sampled his love-making talents.
Kevin first remembered becoming aware of just how attractive Isobel was when he was aged seventeen, he had fancied her ever since.
They had not yet spoken at this party, Kevin had not long arrived from the flat that he owned, a flat which several females had seen the inside of.
Neither of them was aware that the other found them attractive, with a forty-seven-year age difference, perhaps it was not surprising.
Over the years, Isobel and Kevin usually met each other at Stephanie's house, but sometimes Isobel would visit Kevin's parent's house, he had moved out just over a year previously. They had not seen much of each other since Kevin moved out, in fact, they had probably not seen each other for about ten months.
They did not deliberately gravitate towards each other, but a little later in the evening, Isobel and Kevin found themselves next to each other.
"How are you, Kevin? I have not seen you for a long time," smiled Isobel, thinking that Kevin looked even more hunky close up.
"I am very well, thank you, Isobel, you are looking well," replied Kevin, he had been told to call her Isobel since he was in his mid-teens.
"Well thank you, I must say that you are too," smiled Isobel, who had always had a sexy, twinkly smile.
"Thanks, I try to keep fit, gym work and such like," said Kevin.
"It certainly works," replied Isobel.
"You look amazing, Isobel," said Kevin, who had bedded some older women, but none quite of Isobel's age.
"For my age, you mean," smiled Isobel.
"No, just amazing, I have always thought that," said Kevin, flashing his best sexy smile.
"Have you really? Well, that is nice to know, thank you," said Isobel.
Just then, Kevin's father called Kevin over to meet another guest.
"See you later," said Kevin to Isobel.
"Oh, I do hope so," smiled Isobel.
"What were you talking to my grandson about?" said Stephanie, approaching Isobel.
Stephanie was well aware of Isobel having had a promiscuous life, she did not entirely approve, but never said anything about it. Stephanie had been married to Dennis for forty-seven years, she had actually strayed twice but even Isobel, as her best friend did not know that.
"Oh, just catching up, we have not seen each other for ages," replied Isobel.
"He has grown a bit since you first saw him as a little baby," said Stephanie.
"He has indeed," confirmed Isobel.
Stephanie and Isobel chatted for a while, and the party continued.
It was a pleasant evening weather-wise, and Isobel was standing outside looking at the sky when Kevin appeared next to her.
"Beautiful," said Kevin.
"Yes, it is," said Isobel, turning her head towards Kevin.
"I meant you," said Kevin.
"Oh, you will make me blush," replied a slightly shocked Isobel.
"I am sure that you have been told that before," said Kevin, who was a very confident young man in the presence of females.
"Forty years ago, perhaps," laughed Isobel.
"Do you remember when I used to appear at grandmother's sometimes when you were there?" asked Kevin.
"Yes, you went to see your grandmother," replied Isobel.
"I did, but I always hoped that you would be there," said Kevin, studying Isobel's face in a sort of 'I want to kiss you,' way.
"What, when you were twelve?" smiled Isobel.
"No, when I was seventeen, and eighteen," replied Kevin.
"Oh, my goodness," said Isobel, genuinely surprised, even shocked.
"Does that disgust you? Dismay you?" asked a concerned Kevin.
"Quite the opposite, but I had no idea," answered Isobel.
"I used to, um, think about you when I was in bed," confessed Kevin. Isobel was well aware of what thinking about her had probably entailed.
"You do know that I am your grandmother's age," said Isobel, stating the obvious.
"I know that you are a beautiful and sexy woman," responded Kevin.
"Um, Kevin, I think that we should stop this conversation before one of us says something that they regret," said Isobel.
"You are mad at me, I have made a fool of myself," said Kevin.
"No, dear boy, I am not mad at you, and you have not made a fool of yourself," replied Isobel, wanting to take Kevin's head in her hands and kiss him.
Some more people drifted outside from the party, and Isobel and Kevin's conversation was curtailed, although they both wanted to continue it.
Later still, it had turned cooler and everyone was back indoors. Kevin and Isobel's eyes met again, and Kevin nodded towards the still-open patio door. Once Isobel had nodded her agreement that she was following, Kevin went outside.
As it was cooler, Isobel put her shawl around her shoulders. She was wearing a figure-hugging blue dress, that clung to her large buttocks and accentuated her rather impressive breasts. Her hair was almost silver, its natural colour, and very stylish.
When she got outside, she could not see Kevin, then she saw him standing well away from the house, almost in darkness. Isobel approached him, wondering where this was going to lead to, but knowing where it might.
When Isobel reached him, Kevin did not speak, he took her head in his hands and put his lips on hers. Kevin kissed with passion, and Isobel responded exactly the same way. Kevin's hands went to Isobel's arse, and Isobel ground against the large bulge in Kevin's trousers.
"I should have told you what I was thinking when I was seventeen," said Kevin.
"Maybe you should have," replied Isobel.
"What would have happened?" said Kevin.
"I don't know," answered Isobel.
"What is going to happen now?" asked Kevin.
"I think we both know the answer to that, don't we?" replied Isobel. They were still close together, Kevin's hands were still on Isobel's backside.
"Tonight?" asked Kevin.
"I came by taxi," replied Isobel, not directly answering the young man's question.
"So did I," responded Kevin.
"We should not leave together, at least nobody should know that we left together," said Isobel, who still had Kevin feeling her arse.
"I could tell Mum and Dad that I am going, and you order a taxi and you could pick me up down the road," suggested Kevin.
"Um, I had better wait about ten minutes before I ring the taxi, you might be waiting ages," said Isobel.
"I am sure that you will make it worth it," said Kevin, kissing Isobel again.
"Mmmm, I am sure I will," said Isobel.
They could also not be seen going back indoors together, hopefully, nobody had noticed Isobel follow Kevin outside, but Kevin had a key to his parent's front door, so he could go in that way.
"What have you been doing out there?" Stephanie asked Isobel when Isobel got back indoors.
"Just looking at the stars," replied Isobel, hoping that Stephanie did not know that her grandson had been outside.
Isobel saw that Kevin was back inside, and talking to his parents, he looked back in Isobel's direction before he went out the front door.
Isobel waited almost ten minutes before deciding that she could leave without the risk of raising suspicions. She told Stephanie, and then James and Sharon that she was leaving. She phoned a taxi and was told that it would be there in about ten minutes, she hoped that Kevin was not catching a chill waiting for her, she would warm him up later though.