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As Time Goes By: A Lecture in Norwich
Title: A Lecture in Norwich
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: Jean spites Lionel with Alistair
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean and Alistair
Betas: None
Author’s notes: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I’m not making any money from this.
~ * ~
Jean sat on the edge of her bed for nearly fifteen minutes then picked up the telephone.
“Good evening. Front desk. How may I help?”
“Is Mr Deacon still in the lobby?”
“No, ma’am, he seems to have retired. Shall I connect you to his room?”
“Yes, please.”
There were some noises as the desk clerk transferred the call and then the phone rang in her ear. One. Two. Halfway through the third ring, he picked up the phone.
“Hello, Lovely Lady.”
“Alistair, how did you know it was me?”
“I’m psychic. Besides, whenever my telephone rings after midnight I always hope it will be a beautiful woman calling. Tonight my dream came true.” He dropped his voice to a more seductive tone. “I bet you’re thirsty, aren’t’ you?”
Jean smiled into the receiver. “You are psychic.”
“In that case, room 12 on the second floor. The champagne and I await you.”
Jean hung up the phone and a satisfied smile played on her face. A few minutes later she left the room and walked upstairs.
Alistair answered on the first knock; he wore an untied dressing gown and a smile. “Hello Lovely Lady. Welcome.” He kissed her hello and presented her with a glass of champagne.”
“Mmm. That’s lovely. Thank you Alistair.”
“What’s lovely? Me? The kiss? The champagne?”
“All of them.”
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.” He took her by the hand and they sat side by side on his bed. He refilled her champagne glass but neglected his own.
Sipping her champagne Jean said, “You’re not drinking.”
“Your being here is drink enough for me.” He took the half-empty glass from her hand. “Glasses get in the way.” He leaned across her and put the flute on the bedside table then kissed Jean’s neck. “I don’t want anything to get in the way.”
“Neither do I.” Jean kicked off her heels and lay down on the bed; Alistair stretched out next to her. Jean began to unbutton her blouse.
“Let me help you with that.” He removed his robe and straddled her, rubbing against her body. Alistair’s erection grew to an impressive size; Jean took him in hand and, grinning, slowly stroked along the length of it. In spite of his desire to surrender to the pleasure she gave him, he managed to finish opening Jean’s blouse then pushed her skirt up and pulled her stockings off; her blouse and skirt were next. “God I love matching lace underwear.” He dropped wet kisses between her legs, his tongue poking the fabric aside so he could taste her; he reached around her back and unclasped her bra and began kissing and caressing her breasts, reveling in their softness and abundance. Jean reached down and managed to writhe out of her pants without Alistair’s help.
They turned and lay facing each other kissing and touching; legs and arms were entwined, lips and hands roved over each other, finding the spots that elicited moans of pleasure and murmurs of “More”.
Jean reached for Alistair’s dressing gown and removed the sash. As he watched, she threaded it through the posts of the headboard and made two loops.
“For me or you Lovely Lady?”
“You choose”, she smiled.
“Oh, Lovely Lady you’re more than I hoped.” He put his hands through the loops. “Do with me what you will.”
“Close your eyes.”
He obeyed and felt the bed move as Jean shifted; he heard ice clinking and swirling and the sound of champagne being poured. His erection bobbed and he felt his toes curl and the muscles in his stomach and legs tense in blind anticipation.
Jean returned to the bed and using her knees, pushed his legs apart so she could kneel in between them. A piece of ice fished from the champagne bucket was in her lips and she rubbed it along his nipples.
“Aaahh” he groaned and twisted; his nipples tightened with pleasure from the pain and the shock of the cold; his hands moved helplessly in their loops.
Jean kissed her way down his body, from his face and mouth, along his chest and stomach, finally reaching his groin. She stroked his shaft, teasing him with her hands as she licked and sucked his balls. Her nipples grew tight and erect and she rubbed against his thigh. Sounds of pleasure came from both of them. Jean let his balls slide from her mouth and moved back from his body.
The thought “Serves Lionel right” flashed through Jean’s mind.
* *
Lionel entered the hotel and crossed the lobby to the front desk.
“Hardcastle. I called about an hour ago.”
“Yes, Mr. Hardcastle. You’re in Room 16 on the second floor. Would you like a bellman to take your case for you?”
“Er. Is the bar still open?”
“Yes sir, for just a few more minutes.”
“Good. Send my case up, please”, he said and walked into the bar.
“Large scotch please.” He swallowed half the glass in one gulp and turned to sit at a table.
“Judith! What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep so I came down for a nightcap.. What are you doing here?”
“Denise slung me out; fortunately this hotel had a room. Where are Alistair and your mother?”
Judy shrugged. “Gone to bed I suppose. When I came in Mum had already gone up and Alistair was in the lounge. Can you believe that he actually invited me to his room for champagne?”
“Yes, I can. That’s Alistair’s way. Always trying.”
“He’s very trying.”
Lionel looked at his watch. “The bar’s going to close would you like another?”
“Yes.”
Lionel called to the barman, “Another large scotch and a gin and tonic for the lady.”
Lionel fished some notes and coins from his pocket when the barman brought their drinks. He tipped his glass against Judy’s and took a sip.
“Thank you Lionel.”
Carrying their glasses they left the bar and walked up to their rooms.
“I’m here on the first floor. Thank you again for the drink Lionel. Good night.” Judy took a step toward the hallway.
“Er, Judy. Wait a moment, would you?”
“Yes?”
“Drinking alone in a hotel room is surely the sign of a very badly spent evening. Come to my room to finish your drink.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“I’m not sure. But it’s been a miserable evening and I really don’t want to be alone with my scotch right now.”
“Oh, all right then.”
“Good. I’m in room 16 on the second floor.” Together they walked up the next flight of stairs and as they made their way down the hallway to Lionel’s room, they heard the sounds of a couple noisily making love. Judy and Lionel glanced at each other and grinned.
“Someone’s having a good night” Judy remarked.
“Come on. One more door down on the right.” Lionel opened the door to his room. “Not bad. Make yourself comfortable. Excuse me a moment.”
“You’re not going to slip into something more comfortable are you Lionel?”
“Hardly. I haven’t even unpacked. No, I’m just going to the bathroom.”
Judy sat in the easy chair. “What am I doing?” she asked herself.
Lionel came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed facing Jean’s daughter.
“Why did Denise sling you out?”
“Long story. I didn’t like her perfume.”
“Lionel, a woman doesn’t just sling a man out on the street because he doesn’t like her perfume. What really happened?”
“Well… Look, I’m uncomfortable discussing this at all, never mind with you.”
“You invited me to your room so I get to choose the topic of conversation. Tell me the long story of why Denise slung you out.”
“If you must know, I said I was going to sleep in the guest room and she got huffy and one thing led to another and she said if Jean hadn’t been there tonight I wouldn’t be sleeping in the guest room I’d have been sleeping in her bed.” He shook his head. “My god, this sounds like some perverted retelling of Goldilocks and the three bears. 'Who's not sleeping in my bed'?”
Judy smiled. “No it doesn’t. It sounds like you’ve got Mum on your mind. Ah hah, the look on your face tells me I’m right. You do have Mum on your mind! Lionel, whatever possessed you to stay with Denise?”
“I never dreamed that Jean and you would show up in Norwich.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“Only reason? What other reason could there be?”
“I can think of several. And so can you I wouldn’t wonder”, she said. Lionel looked blankly at her.
“Well, look, it’s late and I’m tired. Thank you for the drink, Lionel. I’m going to say goodnight now.” She stood and kissed his forehead. “Sleep tight.” Judy left the room leaving a very bewildered Lionel behind. She walked to her room on the first floor wondering if that couple were still making love.
“Damn and blast women!” Lionel exclaimed. He finished his scotch and stretched out on the bed, not bothering to change into his pajamas. His fell asleep and dreamed that Denise and Jean were fighting a duel over him.
When he would wake in the morning, he’d be unable to remember who won.
* *
Jean sipped from her glass, holding the wine in her mouth; then she lowered her head and without letting the wine spill, took him in her mouth, bathing him in the wine. Alistair growled with pleasure as the wine fizzed and bubbled around his flesh, and he twisted his hips from side to side and closed his thighs around her head. Jean circled the tip of his shaft with her tongue, sliding her lips up and down, stroking the throbbing vein on the underside, letting him feel the danger of her teeth. She licked and swallowed greedily. Alistair felt her hands slide beneath his body and clasp his bottom and raise him closer to her face and she sucked harder, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth. Jean freed her head from his thighs and leaned back, letting him gasp at being so cruelly abandoned.
“Don’t stop. Oh God! Please don’t stop”, he begged. Jean moved astride him and on all fours positioned herself above him and slowly settled on him, taking him into her body, her wetness allowing him to enter her with ease.
“Yesss…” he said and wrapped his legs around her waist. Jean raised her hips all the way and released him, letting his erection wave in the air as it seemed to seek the warmth and wetness it had just known. She lowered and raised herself atop him again until Alistair slipped his hands from their bonds and cupped her breasts, stroking the nipples, sucking on them; his hands went to her hips and held her on him while they moved together. A jumble of sounds and words passed between them and grew in volume and intensity until they came at the same time, legs entangled, Alistair filling Jean, feeling her muscles contract around him, feeling her shudder as she came, both crying out “Yes! Yes!” over and over.
When their breathing had returned to something approaching normal, they moved apart, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum and wine. Alistair fumbled beneath them and found the bedcovers that had been kicked to the bottom of the bed. He pulled up the sheet and blanket and tucked it around the two of them.
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: Jean spites Lionel with Alistair
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean and Alistair
Betas: None
Author’s notes: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I’m not making any money from this.
~ * ~
Jean sat on the edge of her bed for nearly fifteen minutes then picked up the telephone.
“Good evening. Front desk. How may I help?”
“Is Mr Deacon still in the lobby?”
“No, ma’am, he seems to have retired. Shall I connect you to his room?”
“Yes, please.”
There were some noises as the desk clerk transferred the call and then the phone rang in her ear. One. Two. Halfway through the third ring, he picked up the phone.
“Hello, Lovely Lady.”
“Alistair, how did you know it was me?”
“I’m psychic. Besides, whenever my telephone rings after midnight I always hope it will be a beautiful woman calling. Tonight my dream came true.” He dropped his voice to a more seductive tone. “I bet you’re thirsty, aren’t’ you?”
Jean smiled into the receiver. “You are psychic.”
“In that case, room 12 on the second floor. The champagne and I await you.”
Jean hung up the phone and a satisfied smile played on her face. A few minutes later she left the room and walked upstairs.
Alistair answered on the first knock; he wore an untied dressing gown and a smile. “Hello Lovely Lady. Welcome.” He kissed her hello and presented her with a glass of champagne.”
“Mmm. That’s lovely. Thank you Alistair.”
“What’s lovely? Me? The kiss? The champagne?”
“All of them.”
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.” He took her by the hand and they sat side by side on his bed. He refilled her champagne glass but neglected his own.
Sipping her champagne Jean said, “You’re not drinking.”
“Your being here is drink enough for me.” He took the half-empty glass from her hand. “Glasses get in the way.” He leaned across her and put the flute on the bedside table then kissed Jean’s neck. “I don’t want anything to get in the way.”
“Neither do I.” Jean kicked off her heels and lay down on the bed; Alistair stretched out next to her. Jean began to unbutton her blouse.
“Let me help you with that.” He removed his robe and straddled her, rubbing against her body. Alistair’s erection grew to an impressive size; Jean took him in hand and, grinning, slowly stroked along the length of it. In spite of his desire to surrender to the pleasure she gave him, he managed to finish opening Jean’s blouse then pushed her skirt up and pulled her stockings off; her blouse and skirt were next. “God I love matching lace underwear.” He dropped wet kisses between her legs, his tongue poking the fabric aside so he could taste her; he reached around her back and unclasped her bra and began kissing and caressing her breasts, reveling in their softness and abundance. Jean reached down and managed to writhe out of her pants without Alistair’s help.
They turned and lay facing each other kissing and touching; legs and arms were entwined, lips and hands roved over each other, finding the spots that elicited moans of pleasure and murmurs of “More”.
Jean reached for Alistair’s dressing gown and removed the sash. As he watched, she threaded it through the posts of the headboard and made two loops.
“For me or you Lovely Lady?”
“You choose”, she smiled.
“Oh, Lovely Lady you’re more than I hoped.” He put his hands through the loops. “Do with me what you will.”
“Close your eyes.”
He obeyed and felt the bed move as Jean shifted; he heard ice clinking and swirling and the sound of champagne being poured. His erection bobbed and he felt his toes curl and the muscles in his stomach and legs tense in blind anticipation.
Jean returned to the bed and using her knees, pushed his legs apart so she could kneel in between them. A piece of ice fished from the champagne bucket was in her lips and she rubbed it along his nipples.
“Aaahh” he groaned and twisted; his nipples tightened with pleasure from the pain and the shock of the cold; his hands moved helplessly in their loops.
Jean kissed her way down his body, from his face and mouth, along his chest and stomach, finally reaching his groin. She stroked his shaft, teasing him with her hands as she licked and sucked his balls. Her nipples grew tight and erect and she rubbed against his thigh. Sounds of pleasure came from both of them. Jean let his balls slide from her mouth and moved back from his body.
The thought “Serves Lionel right” flashed through Jean’s mind.
* *
Lionel entered the hotel and crossed the lobby to the front desk.
“Hardcastle. I called about an hour ago.”
“Yes, Mr. Hardcastle. You’re in Room 16 on the second floor. Would you like a bellman to take your case for you?”
“Er. Is the bar still open?”
“Yes sir, for just a few more minutes.”
“Good. Send my case up, please”, he said and walked into the bar.
“Large scotch please.” He swallowed half the glass in one gulp and turned to sit at a table.
“Judith! What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep so I came down for a nightcap.. What are you doing here?”
“Denise slung me out; fortunately this hotel had a room. Where are Alistair and your mother?”
Judy shrugged. “Gone to bed I suppose. When I came in Mum had already gone up and Alistair was in the lounge. Can you believe that he actually invited me to his room for champagne?”
“Yes, I can. That’s Alistair’s way. Always trying.”
“He’s very trying.”
Lionel looked at his watch. “The bar’s going to close would you like another?”
“Yes.”
Lionel called to the barman, “Another large scotch and a gin and tonic for the lady.”
Lionel fished some notes and coins from his pocket when the barman brought their drinks. He tipped his glass against Judy’s and took a sip.
“Thank you Lionel.”
Carrying their glasses they left the bar and walked up to their rooms.
“I’m here on the first floor. Thank you again for the drink Lionel. Good night.” Judy took a step toward the hallway.
“Er, Judy. Wait a moment, would you?”
“Yes?”
“Drinking alone in a hotel room is surely the sign of a very badly spent evening. Come to my room to finish your drink.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“I’m not sure. But it’s been a miserable evening and I really don’t want to be alone with my scotch right now.”
“Oh, all right then.”
“Good. I’m in room 16 on the second floor.” Together they walked up the next flight of stairs and as they made their way down the hallway to Lionel’s room, they heard the sounds of a couple noisily making love. Judy and Lionel glanced at each other and grinned.
“Someone’s having a good night” Judy remarked.
“Come on. One more door down on the right.” Lionel opened the door to his room. “Not bad. Make yourself comfortable. Excuse me a moment.”
“You’re not going to slip into something more comfortable are you Lionel?”
“Hardly. I haven’t even unpacked. No, I’m just going to the bathroom.”
Judy sat in the easy chair. “What am I doing?” she asked herself.
Lionel came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed facing Jean’s daughter.
“Why did Denise sling you out?”
“Long story. I didn’t like her perfume.”
“Lionel, a woman doesn’t just sling a man out on the street because he doesn’t like her perfume. What really happened?”
“Well… Look, I’m uncomfortable discussing this at all, never mind with you.”
“You invited me to your room so I get to choose the topic of conversation. Tell me the long story of why Denise slung you out.”
“If you must know, I said I was going to sleep in the guest room and she got huffy and one thing led to another and she said if Jean hadn’t been there tonight I wouldn’t be sleeping in the guest room I’d have been sleeping in her bed.” He shook his head. “My god, this sounds like some perverted retelling of Goldilocks and the three bears. 'Who's not sleeping in my bed'?”
Judy smiled. “No it doesn’t. It sounds like you’ve got Mum on your mind. Ah hah, the look on your face tells me I’m right. You do have Mum on your mind! Lionel, whatever possessed you to stay with Denise?”
“I never dreamed that Jean and you would show up in Norwich.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“Only reason? What other reason could there be?”
“I can think of several. And so can you I wouldn’t wonder”, she said. Lionel looked blankly at her.
“Well, look, it’s late and I’m tired. Thank you for the drink, Lionel. I’m going to say goodnight now.” She stood and kissed his forehead. “Sleep tight.” Judy left the room leaving a very bewildered Lionel behind. She walked to her room on the first floor wondering if that couple were still making love.
“Damn and blast women!” Lionel exclaimed. He finished his scotch and stretched out on the bed, not bothering to change into his pajamas. His fell asleep and dreamed that Denise and Jean were fighting a duel over him.
When he would wake in the morning, he’d be unable to remember who won.
* *
Jean sipped from her glass, holding the wine in her mouth; then she lowered her head and without letting the wine spill, took him in her mouth, bathing him in the wine. Alistair growled with pleasure as the wine fizzed and bubbled around his flesh, and he twisted his hips from side to side and closed his thighs around her head. Jean circled the tip of his shaft with her tongue, sliding her lips up and down, stroking the throbbing vein on the underside, letting him feel the danger of her teeth. She licked and swallowed greedily. Alistair felt her hands slide beneath his body and clasp his bottom and raise him closer to her face and she sucked harder, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth. Jean freed her head from his thighs and leaned back, letting him gasp at being so cruelly abandoned.
“Don’t stop. Oh God! Please don’t stop”, he begged. Jean moved astride him and on all fours positioned herself above him and slowly settled on him, taking him into her body, her wetness allowing him to enter her with ease.
“Yesss…” he said and wrapped his legs around her waist. Jean raised her hips all the way and released him, letting his erection wave in the air as it seemed to seek the warmth and wetness it had just known. She lowered and raised herself atop him again until Alistair slipped his hands from their bonds and cupped her breasts, stroking the nipples, sucking on them; his hands went to her hips and held her on him while they moved together. A jumble of sounds and words passed between them and grew in volume and intensity until they came at the same time, legs entangled, Alistair filling Jean, feeling her muscles contract around him, feeling her shudder as she came, both crying out “Yes! Yes!” over and over.
When their breathing had returned to something approaching normal, they moved apart, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum and wine. Alistair fumbled beneath them and found the bedcovers that had been kicked to the bottom of the bed. He pulled up the sheet and blanket and tucked it around the two of them.