A chap I knew once

Matthew dropped Jean at the station in time to make the noon train to Hampshire then returned to his home. Settling into his study, he pulled a sheaf of files from his briefcase and arranged them on his desk.

He was ready to work. Instead his thoughts kept returning to last night.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and caressed his groin. He opened his trousers and touched himself. Jean was sucking him, her head bobbing as she licked him, her breasts brushing against his thighs. She had given him the best blowjob he’d had in years. He remembered the way she licked and sucked, teasing him until he wanted to explode in her mouth. He wanted her right now, but she was in Hampshire. He lay down on the floor, his trousers by his ankles. With one hand fingering his ass and the other stroking his erection, Matthew imagined fucking Jean, the feel and sound of his cock thrusting deep into her wet center, her hands gripping him, fingers sliding between his ass cheeks, finding the tight puckered hole and moving in and out of his ass in rhythm with his cock in her cunt. Faster and faster he pleasured himself until he came with a loud moan, cum splashing onto his hands and belly, and dripping down his cock. He rubbed the slipperiness into his balls and ass, two fingers shoved inside his body, wishing they were Jean’s fingers.

Matthew lay there panting, cooling down, his shrinking cock cradled in his hand, and remembering the feel of her body next to him. He rose and dressed and returned to his chair. He lifted the telephone handset and dialed. It rang three times and he left a message on the machine. Matthew put away his files and set out for a walk.

~~~

“Jean. Over here!” Stephen called.

“Oh hello Stephen. Thank you for picking me up.” Jean kissed her brother-in-law hello.

“Glad to do it. Gets me out of Penny’s way while she’s cooking. I say, you’re looking very well. How are you?”

“I am well, thank you.”

“Good. Penny will be glad to see you.” The ride to Penny and Stephen’s cottage took just a few minutes.

“Jean! Hello. You’re looking awfully tired. Are you sleeping well?”

“I’m sleeping very well, Penny. It’s lovely to see you too”, she said through slightly gritted teeth.

“G and T?” Stephen asked.

Jean nodded her head gratefully.

Lunch passed although Jean was hard-pressed to know what she ate.

“Jean? Jean?” Penny called.

Jean started. “Oh, I’m sorry, Penny, what did you say?”

“I asked if you’re quite well. You’ve been far away all afternoon”, she scolded.

“I’m fine. I just have a lot on my mind”, she said, remembering last night with Matthew, wishing she’d stayed with him instead of traveling to Hampshire for the afternoon.

“Poor Jean. Always worried. Running that business must be such a trial”, Penny commiserated.

“I’m not worried. And work is not a trial. Being in business is very stimulating. It is very busy right now and that’s not a burden at all.” Jean was quite irritated but it just washed over Penny. “In fact, I hate to leave so soon, but I must be getting back because I have a very busy week ahead and there is some work I must attend to before tomorrow.”

“So soon? But we’ve hardly had a chance to chat.”

“Yes. Well, I’m sorry, but my next visit, perhaps” Jean said, somewhat contritely. “Stephen, can you run me down to the station?”

“Of course.” He looked at his watch. “Next train is twenty minutes. We should get a move on.” He used his napkin and stood to leave.

“Thank you Penny for a lovely lunch. I’m just sorry I have to leave so soon.” She kissed Penny and picked up her bag, eager to be gone.

The train pulled out of the station and Jean looked out the window to see Stephen giving a farewell wave. Penny was a pain but she liked Stephen. She couldn’t understand how such a nice fellow put up with Penny. “Ah well, it’s not for me to tell others how to live their lives”, and she put them out of her mind. Unconsciously, her right hand went to her throat, occasionally stroking herself with her thumb. She looked out the window but all she saw was last night.

Matthew looked extremely dashing in a dark grey suit, pink shirt and maroon tie and tessellated slip on shoes. “I actually felt my temperature rise when I saw him”, she marveled. She liked the way he opened doors and held her chair for her and the way he kissed her.

Just the simple act of remembering the wetness between her thighs when he kissed her last night made her nipples tighten; she moved restlessly in her seat and she longed to touch her breasts but she wasn’t alone in the compartment. “Why the hell aren’t there any tunnels between here and London?” she wondered. Jean closed her eyes and let her body and her senses remember last night with Matthew.

The taxi driver eyed his passenger and wondered what could possibly make her so jumpy. As he pulled up to number 21, she gave him a five pound note and didn’t even wait for change, then sprinted up the steps. She checked the answerphone. There were two new messages. She pressed Play.

“Hello Mum! How are you? Edward and I were going to stop by but you’re not in. Call me when you get back. I’ll talk to you later. Bye!”

Ordinarily, Jean returned Judy’s calls immediately but there was one more new message to listen to and she hoped it was from Matthew. “Although we saw each other only five hours ago.”

The machine beeped and the second message began to play.

“Jean. It’s Matthew. Last night was wonderful. I know you’re not there now, but I wanted to greet you when you got back from your sister-in-law’s. I was going to do some work this afternoon but I can’t concentrate so I’m going out but I’ll be back by six. I’ll speak with you later. Oh by the way—never mind. I’ll tell you later. Bye, Jean.”

Jean smiled broadly and realized she’d been holding her breath. She put down her handbag and keys and kicked off her shoes. “I’m acting like a teenager,” she thought to herself. She dialed Judy’s number.

“Hello Edward. How are you?” she said when Judy’s husband answered the phone. She never quite trusted him, but he was Judy’s husband so there was no point in being antagonistic or hostile without good reason. “I was visiting Penny and Stephen and missed Judy’s call. Is she home?”

“Hello Mum. How are you? Edward says you’ve been to visit Aunt Penny and Uncle Stephen. Did you enjoy your visit?”

“I’m fine Judy. And my visit to Penny and Stephen was much the same as always. Stephen was his usual vague self, wandering about the conversation when Penny would let him have a word. And Penny was Penny. She asked for you and Edward.”

“That’s nice. Did you do anything special this weekend?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. I went to dinner and the theatre last evening.”

“Who with? Anyone I know?”

“No one you know. A chap I met last week. His name is Matthew Hall and he’s a barrister. He’s very nice.”

“Where did you eat and what did you see? Tell me. I’m on tenterhooks.”

“We saw ‘Remembered’ at The Globe and then we had a late supper at Trellis.”

“A late supper at Trellis. Tres chic. I’ve always heard you need reservations weeks in advance for Trellis.”

“Yes, well he knows the owner.”

Judy giggled.

“Stop that!” Jean commanded.

“I’m sorry, Mum”, but she just kept giggling. “I’m glad you had a good time. I just called to say hello. I have an idea; why don’t I take you to lunch one day this week and you can tell me all about Matthew.”

“I’d like that. Wednesday?”

“Wednesday it is. Bye Mum. I’ll see you then.”

“Bye Love. It was good to speak with you.”

Jean hung up and carried the phone with her to the sofa. She tucked one leg underneath her and dialed Matthew’s number. His machine picked up.

“Hello Matthew, it’s Jean. Thank you for your call. It was a lovely message to come home—hello?”

“Jean? Hello. I was just walking in when the phone rang.”

“Hello Matthew. That was a lovely message you left. Last night was wonderful. Thank you.”

“It was wonderful. The play was very good and dinner was delicious.” His voice got softer and more intimate. “After dinner was even more delicious. You are a marvelous lover.”

Jean felt herself blushing. “Thank you” she said very softly.

“Now I’ve embarrassed you, and I didn’t mean to. I should have saved that for when I see you next. Are you free this week?”

“Yes.

"Tuesday? I’ll make dinner. Come here for seven.”

“I’m already looking forward to it.”

“Good. Now tell me about your day.”