A chap I knew once

Title: A chap I knew once
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: The barrister before Lionel
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F, M/F/M
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean, Matt, Piers
Betas: None
Author’s notes: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I’m not making any money from this. This is just me making it up for my own amusement.

A chap I knew once

At the suggestion of her solicitor, Jean attended an afternoon conference devoted to wills, trusts, and estates. Judy’s divorce from Ken and subsequent marriage to Edward had prompted Jean to review her will and other matters. It had been a bit of a rush from her office to the hotel in Knightsbridge where the conference was being held but she got there just in time. She slipped into the room with half a minute to spare and the only seat was in the first row. Most of the presenters were the usual fare, but the last one had been especially interesting for Jean. “I never knew tax issues could be so interesting” she thought. After the meeting was over, she introduced herself to the main speaker, Matthew Hall. He was attractive and intelligent, and he was most helpful, answering her questions.

After nearly half an hour of conversation he said, ““Erm, look”, he said as he glanced at his watch, “it’s nearly five and…

“Oh, I’m keeping you. I’m sorry.” Jean extended her hand. “I appreciate your time, thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome, but I was going to ask if you’d like to continue this conversation at the bar. I’m parched.”

“Oh, yes. I’d like that.”

The bar was noisy and filling up quickly, but they found a small table in the middle of the room and ordered from a passing waitress. After nearly a quarter hour’s worth of conversation that was marked by a great deal of “What?” and “I’m sorry I can’t hear you”, and being jostled by patrons walking around the room, Matthew leaned over close to Jean’s ear and said “I can’t even hear myself think in here. There’s a much quieter place right around the corner. Would you like to go there?”

A sharp stroke of pleasure pierced her and she nodded yes. Leaving their glasses on the table, they threaded their way through the crowd to the door that led to the lobby.

“Where are we going?” Jean asked.

“Little place just round the corner called Lyin’ Agatha.” They left the hotel and made a left at the corner and right across from the hotel was the pub.

“Much better” Jean remarked as they sat at a table along the wall.

“Hello Matthew. What’ll it be?”

“Aggie, hello. Scotch for me and gin and tonic for my friend.” Aggie nodded and walked away, returning almost instantaneously with their drinks.

“Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

Jean was very conscious of his good looks and felt a frisson of excitement every time he looked at her. The conversation eventually moved away from business and became more intimate. Jean couldn’t put together the cues he was giving her; he never said “we” only “I” but he wore a wedding ring; he moved his chair closer to her but when his knee brushed hers, he moved it away.

“You have beautiful eyes.”

She smiled beguilingly and ducked her head for a moment. She was flattered but no fool. “That’s a lovely ring you’re wearing.”

“It’s my wife’s.”

“You’re married.”

“I’m not married. Anymore.”

“Why are you wearing a ring?”

“My wife died 3½ years ago and I still haven’t taken it off. Like you.” He touched her ring finger then covered her hand with his.

“Ah. I understand.” Relieved, she sipped her drink.

“Would you like to dine with me this evening?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Aggie?”

Aggie walked over to their table.

“Will you call Arthur and reserve a table for us?”

“Sure. ‘Night Matthew. Nice meeting you Jean.”

Matthew picked up his briefcase, Jean her bag and they left the pub. Outside, there was still some daylight left in the clear sky but the moon hadn’t risen yet.

“It’s not far. You don’t mind walking, do you?” he asked.

“No, not at all. Besides, it’s a lovely evening.”

Matthew switched his briefcase to his other hand and took Jean’s in his. “This is nice” she thought. After a few minutes walk they rounded a corner and she said, “Oh, I like this place.”

“You know it.” Matthew said.

“Yes. I have quite a weakness for their baklava.”

Over coffee and baklava for dessert, Jean said, “I have had a lovely evening, Matthew. Thank you.”

“I’m glad. Tell me, are you free on Saturday? I wonder if you’d like to see a show? Then have dinner afterwards?”

Jean was elated by the invitation. “Yes, I’m free.”

“Good. What’s your address?”

Jean told him but wrote it on the back of one of her business cards, adding her phone number, and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

“Lovely.” He patted his pocket then reached up to her face and put a finger to her bottom lip. “Honey. You’ve a drip of honey right here.” He brushed it with his finger and held it to her lips.

Aroused by touch of his finger on her lip, Jean licked, sucking the fleshy pad of the finger he held to her lips. She was startled by the intensity of her reaction to him. They didn’t take their eyes from each other.

“Would you like more?” he asked. Her eyes widened. “Baklava I mean.”

“No.”

The waiter came to their table.

“Would you like anything else?”

Jean shook her head and Matthew said “No, thank you” to the waiter who left the check on the table.

“I’ll see you home.”

In the taxi their driver talked about the weather and the horrendous state of the capital’s traffic that made it impossible to travel from one part of the city to another without encounter massive jams and tie-ups. As the taxi pulled up to Jean’s house, Matthew told the driver to wait, and walked Jean to her door.

“You could have come in for a night cap.”

“I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

“Thank you. I’m glad. I’ll see you Saturday at six?”

“Yes. Goodnight, Jean.” He kissed her. It was quite a nice kiss, gentle but with more than a hint of presumption.

On Friday, Jean treated herself to a shopping expedition at Harrods as well as a manicure and pedicure. Saturday passed in a blur of anticipation as she spent the afternoon doing the things that women do to make themselves more desirable: shaving, creaming, trimming, plucking, buffing, perfuming. Jean withdrew a few of yesterday’s lingerie purchases from her bureau drawer; the knickers and bra were trimmed with lace and the bra enhanced her décolletage.

Just a few minutes before six, she surveyed herself in the mirror and was pleased. She wore her favorite dress; it was simple but very elegant black crepe with long sleeves, a sweetheart neckline and a skirt that fell in soft folds about her hips. Black stockings and a pair of pumps with very narrow heels completed the outfit. “Pearls with the black”, she thought. She put pearl drops in her ears and a single strand around her neck.

“Hello, Matthew.”

“Hello, Jean.” He kissed her cheek. “You look smashing.”

“Thank you. Come in, please.”

She closed the door. “The flowers you sent are beautiful. Thank you. How did you know that peonies are my favorite?”

“I didn’t. I’m glad you like them.” “I thought the arrangement would be bigger”, he thought, making a mental note to call the florist tomorrow.

“I do. Very much. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes. Small scotch.”

She poured their drinks and sat next to him on the sofa. “What show are we seeing?”

“’Remembered’ at The Globe.”

“You must be prescient. First, my favorite flowers and now the show I’ve been longing to see.”

Matthew grinned and finished his drink. “Shall we go?”

As the evening went on, Jean and Matthew found themselves increasingly drawn to the other. In the darkness of the theater, Matthew held her hand, his fingers laced through hers. They drank champagne at the interval and as the lights went down for the second act, he said her name softly and she turned and he kissed her. It was gentle and brief but a warm flush spread throughout her body.

It was almost 1 in the morning when Matthew’s car pulled into Jean’s street. “Would you like to come in for a night cap or something?”

“I would like that very much.”

Inside, Jean turned on two small lamps. “Scotch or something else?”

“Tea, I think.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes. The stereo’s over there. Would you put something on?”

“Anything special?”

“I trust your choice.”

While Jean was busy in the kitchen, Matthew lowered the lamps and selected some jazz that was plaintive and very, very sexy, putting him in an even more romantic mood. She returned with the tea and began to pour.

“You made a wonderful selection”, she said as she sat next to him on the sofa.

“Do you like jazz?”

“The blue and smoky kind.”

He sipped his tea and put it down, then took Jean’s cup and put it on the table next to his. “There’s something I have wanted to do all evening.” He took her in his arms and kisser her, slowly and deeply and for a very long time. They slid down on the sofa, Matthew lying nearly on top of Jean. He traced her neckline with kisses, nuzzling the soft flesh of her breasts. She reached beneath his jacket and untucked his shirt to run her hands over his bare back.

“Let’s go upstairs”, she said, a bit out of breath. She held his hand and led him to her bedroom. Jean had prepared the room earlier that day. She’d taken some of Matthew’s flowers and placed them in a small, square vase on the windowsill. The bed, with its lace-edged sheets of fine Egyptian cotton and duvet cover of pale blue moiré silk, was already turned down. A small lamp in the far corner of the room was lit.

Jean walked to her bureau and put a match to the three candles that were there. Matthew tore off his jacket, shirt, tie and shoes.

“Will you unzip me?”

Matthew stepped behind her and opened the zipper, letting the dress fall open and he slipped his hands inside to touch her. He kissed her neck and shoulders and caressed her, sliding his hands over her warm and inviting skin. Jean’s knees gave way a bit and she moaned with pleasure. His erection strained against his trousers and he rubbed against her bottom. Jean reached behind her, running her hand over the bulge in his trousers. Matthew helped Jean step out of her dress and he turned to face her. They kissed, their tongues probing each other’s mouth. Jean opened his belt and zipper and pushed down his trousers and underwear and touched him, feeling him grow as she wrapped her hand about his shaft. He unclasped her bra and caught her breasts, loving the feel of them in his hands, covering them with kisses.

“Oh God”, he moaned.

Together they made their way to Jean’s bed. Matthew laid spread eagled on the bed, his erection twitching in anticipation.

“Mmmm delicious”, she said as she licked his shaft from top to bottom. Matthew thrashed about when she stroked the vein that bulged on the underside of his shaft and her tongue circled the crown of his cock, teasing him. She made a perfect O of her mouth and slid her lips up and down his shaft as she teased his balls, squeezing and stroking them.

“Oh, yessss. All night long I imagined what it would feel like to have your tongue and lips on me. Oh God. You’ve got me so close.” He writhed on the bed, wanting more, wanting to feel her mouth on him, wanting to be inside her body.

She moved back, letting his cock, dripping with her saliva, wave in the air. A glint appeared in her eye and she squeezed her breasts around his cock, letting him slide between the soft fullness of her flesh.

He groaned. “You’re amazing.” He grabbed Jean by her shoulders and pulled her up and kissed her and rolled on top of her, kissing her entire body. Panting and sweating, he said her name over and over. "I need to taste you." He slipped his tongue between her legs.

“More. More.”

Matthew’s tongue moved faster, licking and sucking and tasting her. He fucked her with his tongue and his fingers joined his mouth, stroking the warm, wet walls of her cunt, hitting her G spot and making her call his name out loud. The tenor of her moans changed, deepened as she felt her orgasm building. Jean laughed at the sheer pleasure of being tongue-fucked by this handsome man between her legs. “Deeper” she begged as she pushed against his face, and she came with a shout. He sucked harder, his lips and tongue sucking and fucking this beautiful woman. He held his cock in his hand, trying not to come, just yet. The waves of her orgasm continued to roll through her body when Matthew moved up and shoved his cock into her wet, juicy folds. The joy of being surrounded by her was almost too much for him.

“Oh, Matthew, harder” she begged.

Unable to control himself any longer, Matthew made love to her with total abandon. He crushed her breasts in his hands, sucking and squeezing them as he rammed his cock in and out. “Oh God, I’m coming”. Jean’s legs tightened around Matthew’s body and they came together, kissing fiercely, fingernails digging into each other, his cock pumping a stream of cum deep into her as she milked his every drop.

Matthew lay on top of Jean, their bodies glued together with sweat and cum. His flaccid cock slipped from her body and he rolled off Jean, breathing hard. A sly gleam appeared in her eye and she dipped a single finger into the wetness between her legs and offered it to her lover.

“You’re marvelous”, he said admiringly taking her finger in his mouth and sucking it. He rolled to his side and faced her, brushing the damp hair from her forehead. “May I stay?”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad we met.”

“I am too.”

Jean woke the next morning to find Matthew gone from her bed. Immediately she began second-guessing every moment of the last evening and regretting inviting him into her bed. She sat up with her head in her hands, feeling cheap and used. “Damn and blast!” she exclaimed, pounding her fists on her knees.

“Jean? Are you alright?”

Startled, she looked up to see Matthew wearing her robe and carrying a tray. “Oh God, I’m such a little idiot” she thought and turned pink with embarrassment. “No, I’m fine. You made coffee. How lovely.”

“Breakfast is downstairs just waiting for me to cook it. I thought you’d like coffee first.”

“Mmm lovely” she said as the aroma reached her. “You look very pretty in my robe, by the way.”

”Oh do you think so?” He modeled it for her, which made them both laugh.

“Very. I have one that’s much less feminine if you like.”

“Well, perhaps I’ll change. I wouldn’t want to destroy this while cooking. Where is it?”

“In the closet.”

He took off her satin robe, placed it on the bed and walked naked to the closet. Jean marveled at men’s ability to walk around naked and not appear in the least concerned about their appearance. She slipped out of bed and was tying the robe about her waist at the same time he was retrieving the terry robe from the closet.

“I’ll be right back”, she said and left the room. Matthew straightened the bedclothes, plumped the pillows, and was just pouring their coffee when she returned.

“Good morning” she said greeting him with a kiss. “I like him” she thought.

“Good morning. Do you have plans for the day?”

“Unfortunately, yes, I do. I promised to meet my sister-in-law and her husband. Do you? Have plans I mean.”

“Just some work that I need to do. Nothing urgent. I was hoping I could go home and change and then meet you for lunch.”

“Oh, Matthew, I’d like that very much. But I promised Penny and Stephen. I’m tempted to ask you along but I wouldn’t want to subject you to a thousand and one of Penny’s questions.”

“Very well. Come on, let’s have breakfast.” He took her by the hand. “I’ve already been through your refrigerator and we’re having a full fry-up. I hope you'll like my cooking."

"I have no doubt", she said as they walked downstairs to the kitchen.

To be continued...