Jack's philosophy had always been to celebrate what he had, not to yearn for what was missing. He lived alone but was well-known in his local area of the capital for his ability to bring a smile where others had failed. While he may not have been able to do many of the things he accomplished in his younger days, he was true to himself, which was what mattered most to him.

Taking a trip out of the city and enjoying a day out was a challenge, yet Jack never shied away from these, despite grappling with many aspects of life that others took for granted. Jack's memory was poor, and he became easily fatigued. Some days, the world made little sense to him. However, he hated the idea of self-pity far more than the inconvenience of everything being less straightforward than it used to be.

Jack chose his destination based on the quickest route, giving his plans the best chance of success. If he tried and failed, he would dust himself off and give it another shot someday. That was Jack; it would take more than a few setbacks to convince him to take the easy road and grow old gracefully.

A forty-minute train ride took Jack away from the big city and into a very different world. He seized every opportunity to slow down the pace of life, even if unfamiliar surroundings posed challenges.

Jack completed his outward train journey without incident and sat with a coffee purchased from the small station café to consider his options. He knew he could easily return and would have accomplished something, but on a pleasant summer day, he felt that would be a waste of a good opportunity.

Instead of heading into the village he had traveled to, Jack walked along a country lane in the opposite direction. He felt he could do this, at least until he reached a fork in the road that might confuse him or fatigue set in, making his thoughts less clear than they should be.

The road Jack walked along seemed rarely used, with grass growing on its uneven surface. This meant that when he spotted a bike abandoned just beyond the edge of it, he was quite surprised. The unexpected sight drew Jack's attention, but not nearly as much as the sounds of pleasure coming from the field beyond where he had seen the bike.

Although he couldn't confirm anything visually because of the tall grass, Jack felt confident that the noises were typical of situations involving notable arousal. The sounds brought a smile to Jack's face, and he continued walking for a few more minutes before deciding it was time to retrace his steps and consider wrapping up his brief excursion.

When Jack arrived at the spot where he had previously seen the bike lying on the verge, it was there again. This time, however, it stood upright, with a young woman beside it. Jack was sure the road led nowhere in particular and that it would seem more odd to ignore the woman than to offer a passing greeting.

"Good afternoon," Jack said with a smile.

"Yes, it has been so far, but you know that," the woman said, giggling and returning the smile.

The young woman realised what she had said appeared to have left Jack lost for words, but she hadn't intended to embarrass him and decided to explain herself instead.

"I know all of the faces around here, and so I'm fairly sure you're not local. I live at home with my adolescent children, and, as you can imagine, that and village life make it a struggle to find time alone when the only kind of fun on offer is the kind you make yourself. I'm Vicky, by the way," the woman explained.

"I hope I didn't spoil the party for you, Vicky," Jack said with an apologetic expression.

"That depends if the new guest who's gatecrashed it has brought anything to liven up the rest of the afternoon, I suppose," Vicky said, making it clear to Jack her escapism was merely paused and hadn't been shelved altogether.

"I'm just a cheeky bloke pushing sixty who's passing through. What on earth could I possibly bring to the party you'd appreciate?" Jack said, more than a little curious to hear the answer to his question.

"Cheeky bloke sounds right up my country lane, sir," Vicky said, placing her bike back down onto the verge and leading Jack into the overgrown field she used for her escapism when it was needed.

Vicky was already removing her clothes, as she told Jack he had timed his appearance well, and she instructed him to get naked too.

"I think a top-to-toe naughty lunch is just what we need, don't you?" Vicky said, playfully pushing Jack onto the area of overgrown grass she had flattened when lying there earlier.

Neither Vicky nor Jack felt it was the right time for small talk. This was despite having said very little to each other in terms of an introduction. It was, however, precisely how Vicky wanted things to be because of the unplanned end to her earlier attempt at escaping reality.

Jack slid his flicking tongue into Vicky's excited wetness as she massaged his hardness and gave it a playful lick with a giggle. Vicky felt a little cheated by what had happened earlier and was determined not to increase the chance of being disturbed again with any delay or slow build-up.

"You owe me this one, city boy," Vicky said as she slid Jack into her mouth and began to suck deeply on him.

Jack pursed his lips inside Vicky, and she squealed with delight and focused her own efforts with a need bordering on desperation.

"I'd say we've both left this far too long," Vicky said, pausing momentarily.

Vicky felt her body already alive with erotic energy and did so as she listened to Jack's groaning attempt to hold off his desire to explode into her.

When Vicky returned to her task of bringing Jack to orgasm, she drew and held firmly with her lips, and Jack did the same to her. Each movement was made quickly and to the sound of deep cries and moans.

Vicky's scream of delight, as she felt Jack spill into her, triggered her own climax as her head tossed and her body burned with the forces within it. Screams, laughter, and random noise filled the country air as Vicky and Jack shared moments neither had thought likely at the beginning of their day.

Vicky's body rode the waves of a climax filled with beautiful phases of joy as she drained Jack's cock with relentless erotic attention.

"I hope you and your day trips pass this way again before summer's out," Vicky said as she put her number into Jack's phone before dressing and remounting her bicycle.

Jack loved his trips to the countryside, though his urge to explore new places was somewhat diminished after that day. He still made regular outings from the city, but for some reason, his adventures always led him to the same village along the railway line. He never felt he was missing anything, and neither did Vicky.

Whenever anyone asked Jack what he got up to on his days out, his answer was always the same.

"I leave the world behind and head for the countryside. When I'm there, I gaze up at the sky and feel lucky at every moment I get to spend doing so."