A chap I knew once

Chapter 3

Matthew lived in a sixth-floor flat in a luxury building on the river. “Ah, yes, Ms Pargeter”, the concierge said, “Mr Hall is expecting you. He’s on the sixth floor.”

The elevator slid quietly up to the sixth floor and opened onto a small foyer. Matthew was waiting at his open door, leaning on the jamb, smiling at her. “Hello”, he said and kissed her cheek. “Come on in.”

“Matthew, what a spectacular view of the river.”

“Thank you. I’m here less than a year. After Claire died, I was tired of being alone. The house in Kent was much too big for one so I sold it and moved into London. Come through to the kitchen, I’m just starting dinner; it should be ready in about half an hour.” As he led her to the kitchen, he gave her a tour of his flat. “This is the living room and dining room, as you can see.” He walked down a hallway. “Bathroom’s there at the end and this is the bedroom.” He walked in and put Jean’s case next to the dresser. The room was very large and faced the river and had sliding doors to a terrace that ran the width of the entire flat.

“How lovely to wake up to the river every day.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He put an arm about her shoulders. “Let’s go to the kitchen.” He led the way.

“Make yourself comfortable. There’s a bottle of white on ice. Unless you’d like something else?”

“White’s fine.” She dried the bottle and uncorked it, poured two glasses and gave one to Matthew.

“Cheers.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, thank you. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Their conversation covered their day, the current royal sex scandal, which provoked lots of rude laughter from both of them. By the time they had finished their coffee, they’d discovered they had a great deal in common.

The living room wall was almost all windows and terrace doors. The view of London was breathtaking with a dark evening sky and the lights of the city glowing, up and down and across the river.

Jean leaned her head against his shoulder. “Dinner was wonderful. I rather like this restaurant,” she teased.

“Thank you, madam. I’ll be sure to let the owner know your comments.”

He kissed her.

“The sommelier recommended a perfect wine.”

A kiss.

“The wait staff is most attentive.”

Another kiss.

“The chef is a wonder.”

He opened her blouse and brushed his hands along the tops her breasts, pinching her already taut nipples between his fingers; he slipped a hand beneath her skirt. Jean fumbled with his belt and opened his trousers, reaching in to stroke him. She slipped off the sofa and kneeling between his legs, took his hardness in her mouth.

All he could do was moan in satisfaction. “Suck me Jean.”

Gladly she obeyed. She loved giving blowjobs.

“You are so fucking great at this”. Matthew unbuttoned his shirt so he could touch himself. Jean opened her mouth, taking him, from the crown to his balls, deep into her throat and sucked. She groaned in pleasure to feel him swell as her tongue curled around his cock, licking the vein, making circles around the head of his thick shaft. Her hand captured his balls and squeezed them firmly but gently, making him twist in pleasure-pain. She raised her head to look at Matthew and he bent forward kissing her roughly, holding her head tight to him.

“Suck me. I want to come in your mouth.”

She glowed at his words and began sucking his balls, his pubic hair soaked with her saliva, her face wet.

“Suck me harder.”

Her mouth watered at his tone and she took his cock in her mouth, tonguing the hole at the head then sliding her mouth up and down as he grasped her head in his hands. She reached under her skirt to touch herself; an aching desire to feel his hard cock insider her made her fingers move faster in and out. Matthew’s hips began to buck and she sucked harder, her throat opening and closing around his cock.

“I’m coming!” His hips jerked hard against her face; she sucked harder and his hot cum spurted down her throat. She masturbated herself to orgasm while she greedily sucked and gulped Matthew, loving the taste of his cum and his cock, until every drop of cum was drained from him and he began to soften.

“Oh fuck, that was sweet.” She raised her head to his; he kissed her, tasting himself on her mouth. He stood and removed his clothes, dropping them on the sofa. “Let me” he said when Jean began to undress. He removed her blouse and skirt; she wore only a bra and lace topped stockings attached to a suspender belt. Matthew unclasped her bra, her breasts spilling into his hands, her nipples rigid against his palms.

“I want to touch and taste every bit of you.” Matthew held Jean, tangling his fingers in the hair between her legs. “You’re soaked”, he growled in appreciation. He held her tightly and watched her face change when he stroked her clit and fingered her sensitive cunt lips. Her eyes closed and she leaned against him, her knees trembling as her orgasm swept through her.

Wordlessly he took her by the hand and led her to his bed. He removed her stockings and suspender belt then Matthew massaged and kissed her left foot and then licked her toes, sucking the big toe.

“Oh!”

The unexpected pleasure of his mouth on her toes was a jolt to Jean and she arched her hips. He grinned and continued sucking and kissing her feet, moving up her legs until he reached the bush of hair between her spread legs. From the nightstand drawer he removed a bottle of oil; he poured some into his cupped hand and drizzled it on her breasts, stomach and thighs then massaged it into her skin. Jean pulled on her nipples and moaned loudly with pleasure as his strong hands rubbed and entered her body. Matthew’s cock rose. She bore down on the fingers inside her body.

“My god you’re so wet.”

“Fuck me, Matthew. Fuck me now.”

“Soon enough, love. Roll over.”

She did as he asked and began rubbing herself against the bed and he kissed from her neck to the dimples in her ass. Matthew drizzled more oil into the small of her back and massaged the drips into her sides and the crack of her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart and licked her from her asshole to her pussy, sucking on her clit, making her moan. His well-oiled finger tenderly probed the entrance to her ass. Jean writhed against the bed in pleasure, the bedclothes bunched up in her hands.

“Fuck me, Matthew, please.”

Her voice was thick and hoarse.

“Fuck me!”

Matthew placed a pillow under her stomach and entered her from behind, the wet hot walls of her pussy taking every inch of his hard cock; he thrust deeply, his balls slapping against her body, one oiled finger plunging in and out of her ass in rhythm with his cock.

“Oh yes. Yes. Yes.”

“I’m coming. I’m coming.”

He thrust frantically, her muscles contracting around him, gripping him; he shot his load, pumping streams of cum into her wet center.

“Oh Matthew”, Jean screamed as she came, Matthew’s body pressed against her, their bodies shaking as their orgasms rolled over them.

He held her and they rocked together until their breathing returned to almost to normal.

Jean turned to face Matthew. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“What?”

“Touched my ass.”

”Or been in it?”

Jean blushed and nodded.

“Did you mind?”

“If I had, I’d have let you know. No, I found it shockingly erotic.”

Matthew just smiled with satisfaction.

“What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?”

“If I told you they wouldn’t be surprises. But if ever you don’t like them, you must tell me. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”

He kissed her. “The alarm is set for seven.” He cupped her breasts in his hand and kissed them. "Delicious" he murmured and pressed closer.