Enthusiastically!

Naomi breathed a sigh of genuine relief. She could be absolved of the wrongs she had visited upon this frail old fellow and gain the equipment she so very needed, all for merely a little smooch! How could she say no!

Garron smiled darkly. "You seem happy, girlie. You wanted to lock lips with me this whole time then?" Throwing his hammer to one side he grabbed Naomi's chin with one hand and started lunging at her mouth. Naomi thought quickly. She certainly did not want this elderly repairman anywhere near her, but if it had to be done - how to make it as painless as possible? She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and stood there, arms awkwardly at her sides. Trying her best to ignore the smell of the smithy, she attempted to imagine the face of the handsome, earnest young noble who was her first, and so far only, relationship.

Lip contact with Garron made this difficult. His lips were rough and dry, and even just from his simple peck she could somehow feel the aura of advanced age radiating off him. Still, her imagination was pretty good, so when Garron started moving his hands over her shoulders and arms, and pecking her repeatedly, her visions of her refined ex-lover helped her ignore reality.

Perhaps a little too well, as she started to reciprocate with one or two light kisses of her own. Garron had picked up on her lack of resistance and the way her lips were starting to part, and decided to take it further than a chaste embrace. Grabbing her braid, he pulled her head back, then as she let out a shocked gasp he plunged forward and stuck his tongue in her mouth.

Naomi's mind was racing. She had confused herself by picturing her previous loverboy, and Garron was giving her no time to think clearly, curling his tongue around hers and thoroughly exploring the inside of her mouth. His tongue was as thick as its owner was thin, and had a surprising deftness and delicacy that made her head feel light. The old pervert moved a hand to grab her head, keeping her from escaping, and without thinking she started lightly gripping the blacksmith's shoulders, just as he slid the other hand down her lower back.

When he broke the deep kiss she was momentarily puzzled, but then within a moment all of her armour was on the floor - the blacksmith knew his way around platemail. "My Midge never wore armour, so I just thought this would help me. You understand girlie." As soon as Naomi opened her mouth to complain that she didn't fully understand any of what was happening, Garron used his hidden strength to push her back so that she was sitting on a display stand, his thin body tightly pressed against her shapely form, and his tongue once again entrancing her as his gnarled old hands explored her body.

Before long they were aggressively making out, Lady Naomi putty in Garron's hands. Her youthful lover was long forgotten - she knew exactly who was doing this to her, who she had her strong arms wrapped around. The lanky smith intently groped her well-proportioned arse with both hands as Naomi struggled not to make any noise. She was finding it increasingly hard to think, but a last vestige of her dignity told her that moaning would be letting Garron win, and she hated losing. She did gasp, however, when he started teasing her sizeable chest, the feeling of the impressive bulge in his overalls unmistakable against her thighs. When he removed his mouth from hers, she couldn't help but make an almost inaudible whine of disappointment... and when he started kissing and licking her neck she moaned loudly despite everything, one hand running through his bushy white hair and holding his head to her. Without Naomi even realising, her other roaming hand had settled on his lower torso, just above his skinny waist. "Please sir... I really must - ooh - I really must insist we - we stop. What would poor Midge think?!"

"Ah..." A tragic look of regret came over Garron's face, as he wiped the noble knight's warm saliva from his unshaven chin. Staring off into the air he said wistfully, "Yes, my sweet Midge. You know, for a moment there it felt like she was here with me, and in my sadness I got perhaps a mite too intense. Perhaps you could help me just one more time, and take care of me like Midge did every morning...?"

While he spoke, the smith used gentle but firm pressure to slide Naomi off the display stand, and started to lower her to her knees. The knight stammered and spluttered, but her breathing was heavy as her face got closer and closer to whatever was hiding under those dirty dungarees...