The Gardener.
written by:
Otazel

THE GARDENER.

This story follows on from an earlier one ‘The Midnight Meeting', using the same characters but in a different setting.

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‘Come in, Matt.' Francesca Charlesworth stood back and held open the door for her newly appointed gardener to enter. ‘I'm sorry John gave you such a hard time at interview, but I'm afraid he's a bit like that.'

‘That's okay Mrs Charlesworth, I understand.'

‘No. Please, I'm not Mrs Charlesworth today.' She looked at him over her shoulder as she led him down the hall. ‘There'll be times when it would sound silly to be that formal, so as far as you're concerned I'm only Mrs Charlesworth when John is around, when he isn't I'm just Fran.'

‘Yes Fran.' He'd had trouble remembering to call her by her surname at the interview, because the only other time they'd spoken he'd known her simply as Fran. He just hoped he wouldn't slip up if her husband was ever at home.

‘It was all a front you know.' She told him as they walked through into the kitchen. ‘He already knew he was going to take you on, because I'd made sure you were the only applicant.' She smiled conspiratorially.

‘Now.' She suddenly sounded more businesslike. ‘It would be better to knock at the kitchen door when you come.' She indicated the back door with one elegant hand. ‘I can do without muddy boots on the hall carpet, and if you have to go into any other room, leave your boots in here, okay?'

‘Yes Fran.' He was puzzled by her change of demeanour, but he couldn't help but grin at her words. Any other room meant only one thing as far as he was concerned.

‘You know what your duties are to be, don't you?' Though her voice still sounded stern there was a twinkle in her eye that she tried to suppress as she asked him that.

They had met down by the village pond in the early hours of the morning a few nights before, two insomniacs avoiding their cold marriage beds and both of them in need of a little affection. Although she was in her early forties, and about a dozen or more years older than he, they struck up an immediate rapport, so much so that their midnight meeting had ended with them having spontaneous and urgent sex on the park bench, even though it meant risking being seen by any other late night wanderers who happened by. What they were doing was satisfying a need in each other that their marriage partners were unwilling or unable to fulfil, a need that could no longer be battened down, and afterwards they both realised that once would not be enough. It was Fran who then had the idea to have him taken on as the part time gardener her husband agreed that they needed. Gardening was not the only job she had in mind.

‘To keep the garden tidy, mow the lawns, cut the hedges and anything else you ask me to do.' He stifled a chuckle.

‘And what else are you likely to ask him to do, Francesca?'

The strange voice caught Matt unawares and made him jump. He looked around hastily as an elegant older woman walked into the room, her steady gaze appraising him but without disclosing what she thought.

‘This is Matt, our new gardener.' Fran introduced him, ignoring her question. ‘And this is John's sister Maureen.'

‘John's older sister actually.' She came forward with her hand outstretched to be shaken.

Matt's heart sank as he took it. The last thing he needed was her husband's big sister around at a time like this, although big sister was hardly the definition of this gracefully small and slim woman. But at least now he thought he understood the reason for Fran's unexpectedly professional attitude.

‘If you're wondering why I'm here.' She told him. ‘It's because John asked me to be on hand, in his words, to make sure Mrs Charlesworth was safe and that you weren't about to rob the place. Although what he would expect a sixty-one year old woman to do if you were is beyond me. But he's my brother and I'll do it to please him. Though you're not about to steal the family silver, are you?' Her question had a strangely teasing note to it.

‘No, of course not.' Matt frowned at the suggestion.

‘No, I didn't think you were.' She looked at him with bright brown eyes and then spoke again. ‘But then it's not really the silver he's worried about, it's his other possessions. Especially the one that he either can't or doesn't want to take care of himself, but wouldn't want anyone else to either.'

‘Mo!' Fran exclaimed.

Matt had an idea where this was heading, or he thought he did. His heart sank further. Not just this week was out of the question, but every damn week at this rate.

‘I'm not stupid.' Maureen told them both. ‘He told me he's concerned for his wife's safety, but I think really it's her chastity he's bothered about. He's worried in case Francesca might find another use for such a virile young man, one that John's probably not able to fulfil anymore. So I'm here as a chaperone, although I think I'm supposed not to realise that.'

‘Mo!' Fran repeated. ‘You're embarrassing me.'

‘Just so long as you know to behave in the way John might expect you to.' Mo seemed to select her words carefully and Matt felt sure there was a hidden meaning that he couldn't quite pick up on.

‘Mo.' Fran spoke equally cautiously. ‘I'm sure you'll be able to report back that you've seen neither Matt nor myself doing anything that he hasn't been hired for.'

‘That's exactly what I thought.' Maureen replied, smiling mischievously. ‘Go on, don't you think you should show him around his new domain?'

Matt looked at her twinkling eyes and wondered if there might be a double entendre hidden somewhere in that remark too.

‘Yes, good idea.' Fran stood up and motioned to Matt. ‘Let me take you round the garden.'

‘What am I missing?' Matt asked. ‘Does she know what happened the other night?'

‘No, but she's a wily old bird, and I think she's spotted which way the wind's blowing. In any case she's not as much a fan of her brother as he thinks.'

‘Why, doesn't she get on with him?' Matt asked, curious as always.

‘She's a widow, and John's taken it on himself to look after her because of that, but sometimes he thinks that gives him a veto on anything she does. You know, poor little useless woman who will only get herself in a mess without his guidance, that sort of thing. It's the kind of chauvinism that really annoys her.'

‘Yeah, I've met the type.' Matt nodded. ‘Does he try it with you?'

‘Oh, he thinks he does, but actually it's only to the point that I let him, just to keep the peace.'

Matt grinned, this was no passive "yes dear" wife that he'd got himself mixed up with.

They had wandered over the expanse of lawn that went across the back of the house and extended around the side and were now threading through an herbaceous border into what purported to be a vegetable garden, though it had clearly not born fruit for some time.

‘This is the main thing I want sorted. It's a shame to have such a garden without making use of it.' Fran swept her hand around in an all encompassing arc. ‘But for today the lawns need a haircut. Come on, I'll show you where the tools are kept.'

She pointed him at a spacious brick built shed by the side of the path, shooting a quick glance towards the house before taking his hand in hers and leading him towards it.

‘You're not leading me up the garden path, are you?' He quipped, squeezing her hand gently.

‘Oh no.' She answered gravely, intentionally missing his attempt at humour. ‘I'm certainly not doing that.'

Matt didn't know quite how to react to her seriousness and so he kept quiet until she had closed the shed door behind them, but as soon as they were safely out of sight Fran turned to face him, taking both his hands in hers.

‘No Matt, I'm not messing you around or anything like that. I want you, I've wanted you again ever since the first time we met by the pond. But you have to realise that this can never be a proper romance because we're both married, so it can only ever be purely physical. You do understand that, don't you?'

‘What you're saying is you want us to be fuck buddies, is that it?' He asked, secretly quite pleased that she'd kicked anything more starry-eyed into touch.

‘I'm not sure I like the phrase, but yes, I suppose that's what I mean. Is your wife still on a sex strike?' She asked him unexpectedly switching subjects, her eyes searching his expression for an answer. ‘I mean, I won't be coming between you two making up, will I?'

Matt's wife had refused his advances ever since he had lost his previous job, but he had a nagging suspicion that she'd used his unemployment just as an unanticipated but welcome excuse. Even his announcement, made to cover his new relationship with Fran, that he was looking for temporary gardening work to tide him over, had only been greeted with a sour look and the observation that he wouldn't have needed that if he'd looked after his proper job. Their marriage was now merely one in name only and he wouldn't have been surprised to find that she had a lover of her own. He was even more surprised to realise that if such was the case, he didn't care.

‘No, she's literally giving me the cold shoulder in that department. I can't see it ever changing to be honest. So no, you and I getting together won't make any difference. As long as we don't start being silly about each other, it'll be fine.'

‘That's good.' She smiled. ‘I didn't want to get in the way.'

‘You're not. I fact getting to meet you has been the high point of my year, especially getting a job here.' He'd nearly said "position" instead of "job", but that might have been misinterpreted.

‘I'm glad.' She relaxed visibly, and then her eyes crinkled with mischief. ‘Now, seeing as you've passed your gardening interview with the man of the house; let's see if you can pass your lover's audition with his lady.'

She took hold of his upper arms and steered him gently but firmly backwards until he was backed up against a workbench.

‘Not in here!' He exclaimed, alarmed at the thought.

Fran kissed him gently on the cheek. ‘Why not, we did it on a park bench?'

‘Yes, but what about Mo?'

Fran laughed and pulled back a little way. ‘Unless she can see through brick walls, she won't know. She won't come investigating just because we're out of sight. But no, we won't go too far, not here, not now. I just want to remind myself of how lucky I am.'

With that she moved in closer and hooked an arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss. Just for an instant he resisted, wondering how Fran could be so sure that Maureen wouldn't come looking and still a little worried about being caught, but then his lips parted and they kissed passionately, their mouths pressed hard together and their tongues darting between each others lips.

‘Mmmm. I'm not sure it's you that's the lucky one.' He told her, smiling as they finally pulled apart to arms length.

‘Oh it is.' She replied softly, her hand reaching down and closing gently over the front of his jeans. ‘I'm going to get to play with him again.'

She moved in and kissed him again, all the time fondling his cock through his jeans, bringing it rapidly from soft to rock hard.

‘Mmm. It's nice to know he's still interested.' She told him, running her nails over the denim of his jeans and sending lovely little vibrations along his shaft.

‘God, how could he not be when you do that?'

Her fingers fumbled for his zip, finding the toggle and swiftly pulling it down.

‘Let's see how he likes this.' She breathed in his ear, her fingers seeking and freeing his cock before running lightly up and down its hot hard length.

‘He likes it very much.' He answered gruffly, wanting to respond in kind but hesitating just a fraction too long when she dropped to her knees in front of him to gaze contemplatively at his cock, stroking it gently between finger and thumb.

He was shocked, he knew what was coming, or rather he thought he did, but he wasn't sure that a lady as stylish as Fran would do something like that. He waited and he hoped, but she played with him for so long that he began to think he was right. But then, just as he had decided that she didn't intend to do anything like that, she leaned forward and closed her mouth over his tip.

It was worth the wait, her tongue swirled softly around his glans before she started to take more of him into her mouth, nodding over him slowly so that her mouth and hand worked together to masturbate him. It was so soft, so understated that it was almost teasing and he had to consciously rest his hands on her shoulders to resist the temptation to entangle them in her hair and pull her mouth forcefully onto his cock. But the way she was fellating him felt so good, so damn good, that he could only stare over her gently bobbing head at the bottles and cartons of fertiliser and weed-killer on the shelf opposite and let himself enjoy her attention, in the instinctive certainty that she knew exactly what she was doing.

He was right; she did know exactly what she was doing. Fran was a woman with an instinctive knowledge of how to please a man. Her mouth, warm and soft, travelled up and down his shaft, meeting her hand as it stroked him steadily in the opposite direction. At the same time her tongue danced around the head, licking and lapping at him until he felt he couldn't stand any more. He could soon feel a climax building, causing him to throw his head, back, eyes closed and mouth open, and grip tightly onto Fran's shoulders. His pleasure became more intense as he got closer, taken relentlessly towards an orgasm by her magical mouth.

‘Oh my god, Fran. You're going to make me come.'

He had to warn her. To his unsophisticated mind she seemed too classy for him just to shoot into her mouth. She probably wouldn't want him to do it. But she showed no signs of stopping.

‘I'm coming Fran.'

She showed no sign that she'd heard that either, but he wasn't going to be able to hold back.

‘Oh god.'

He felt his cum race along his cock and burst from its tip as his climax hit, shooting into Fran's mouth in long powerful spurts. He half expected her to pull away, spitting and cursing, but she just moaned softly and sucked him harder, taking everything he'd got and swallowing it all. He just let it happen, for there was nothing else he could do, except perhaps promise himself that he would return the favour and the pleasure at the earliest chance.

Meanwhile her hand kept wanking him into her mouth until he had nothing left and he stood, propped up by the workbench, his legs trembling, his chest heaving, his heart thumping and his tongue licking dry lips as he tried to absorb what had just happened. Yes, he'd hoped to have sex with her, but he'd anticipated maybe normal sex for her pleasure rather than oral sex for his, and even that had been put in question by the presence of John's sister.

‘Thank you.' He managed to whisper.

Fran smiled and licked her lips as she stood up, her hand still wrapped gently around his rapidly softening cock.

‘It was my pleasure.' The way she said it made him believe her.

‘I didn't think you'd do that.'

‘I like doing it. It used to be one of my favourite things. And I like the taste.' She smiled again at the surprise on his face. ‘Some women do you know.'

‘I know.' He answered. ‘I just didn't think you would.'

‘Oh but I do. So you'll get more of that if things go well between us.'

She tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped him up. ‘Come on, we'd better get some work done, or John will be wondering what we've been up to.'

‘Okay.' He forced himself back upright on still wobbly legs. ‘What would you like me to do?'

‘Are you all right with a petrol mower?' She asked, pointing to an old and obviously well used lawn mower.

‘I think so.'

‘Good. You do the lawns, there's a heap for grass cuttings behind the shed, and I'll make a start on edging them.'

‘You're going to do it?' He was surprised.

‘If we both work at it, it'll give us more time at the end without it looking as though you've been slacking.'

Matt was actually being paid over the odds and he had told his wife his shift was longer than John had actually hired him for, so time was not as critical as it might have been.

‘Oh, don't worry; I don't have to be away on the dot.' He told her.

‘Good.' Fran chuckled. ‘Then having me working too will help to save your energy, won't it?' With that she picked up a set of edging shears, ones that looked just as old and worn as the mower, and set off to make a start.

For a moment he just gazed at her retreating back, astonished once again at how down to earth she really was, and then he disentangled the mower from a coil of wire that had fallen over it and wheeled it from the shed.

For all its apparent age and wear the mower performed well, taking the grass down from its overlong state to a nice even sward at a single pass. The two worked solidly, pausing just occasionally to share a joke or an observation, until finally, and sooner than expected, the lawns were both cut and the edges were trimmed. Matt had taken out another set of shears to help with the edging when lawns were cut and the mower was cleaned and put away, so that gardener and employer worked side by side to finish the job more quickly.

‘Good job, Matt.' Fran told him as they walked back towards the house. ‘Thank you. Come on, we'll go get a coffee.'

He just smiled and nodded, remembering the job she had done on him. In his mind was the unpleasant thought that, with Mo around, drinking a coffee was all that was likely to happen, regardless of the fact that they'd finished early and regardless of the innuendos he'd been hearing. But then, just as he became more certain of his pessimistic thoughts, Mo came out through the kitchen door carrying a blanket and a book.

‘Finished, you two?' She asked cheerily. ‘Now you've mown that untidy lawn I thought I'd do a bit of sunbathing on it. I figured I'd get out of your way while you have a break, I'm sure you've got garden business to discuss, and I'm not going to hang around while you decide what to plant where.' She stopped abruptly at a secret thought and suddenly giggled girlishly. ‘I might end up getting jealous.'

Matt stopped dead in astonishment and watched Mo retreating across the lawn, remembering her earlier remarks about being a chaperone. ‘Did I hear that right? She knows, doesn't she?'

‘Not from me, she doesn't, not for certain anyway. But as I said, she isn't stupid, and I think I gave the game away a little bit when I was waiting for you to arrive.' Fran looked at Matt apologetically. ‘I saw her looking at me funny because I couldn't help keep looking at the clock and glancing out of the window.'

‘So will she tell your husband? I mean, she is supposed to be your chaperone, isn't she?'

‘No, she won't say anything to John. That's why she gone out to sunbathe, so that she can honestly say she hasn't seen anything. She'll go through the motions of being our chaperone, but she's got a well developed blind eye just so long as we're discreet. I trust her.'

That was good enough for Matt, who had probably less to lose than Fran. ‘Well, if you do, I do.'

Fran smiled and came over to him, hooking her hands around his neck and pulling herself closer. ‘She hasn't had much to not see yet, has she.' She whispered. ‘Shall we change that?'

Matt opened his mouth to reply, but a lovely soft and warm set of lips stopped him. He didn't need any more hints, his arms went around her and he kissed her back, feeling her wriggling gently, pushing herself up close against him and murmuring something meaningless into his mouth. He could feel himself responding, his cock unfurling behind his zip.

‘Let's go upstairs.' Her invitation made his heart beat just that bit quicker.

‘What about Mo?' He asked as they separated.

Fran chuckled and pointed out of the window. ‘She won't bother us, look.'

Mo was lying on her side, facing away from the window and apparently engrossed in her book. Matt wasn't sure if she was wearing a black bikini now, or had just stripped down to black underwear, but whichever it was, she presented shapely legs and a well rounded rear to his view. He was surprised just how nice her figure actually was for her age, or at least, the parts that he could see.

‘Not bad for an over sixty, is she?' Fran stood beside him, looking at her sister-in-law.

‘Not as lovely as you though.' Matt tried for a few brownie points as he pulled his boots off.

Fran giggled. ‘You haven't seen me in the daylight yet.' She told him, reminding him of their midnight encounter. ‘But it's time we changed that.' She took his hand and led him towards the stairs.

‘We'll use the guest room.' Fran told him as they climbed the wide stairway together. ‘I wouldn't be comfortable in our bedroom, and in any case, it wouldn't do for John to smell sex when he goes to bed tonight, now would it?'

Matt had to agree, even though her remarks had triggered his first pangs of guilt about what he was doing. ‘Guest room it is, then.'

Inside the room Fran pushed the door shut and came up to Matt again, pecking him briefly on the lips before backing away and beginning to unbutton her blouse. ‘Let's undress.'

‘I've been looking forward to this.' She told him as the blouse swung open to reveal a virginally white lace bra that hinted at dark nipples through the gauzy material.

‘Me too.' Matt pulled his t-shirt over his head and sniffed at it. ‘I'm sorry I'm a bit sweaty from the garden.'

‘Don't be.' Fran let her slacks fall and stepped out of them. ‘I like a man's scent, so long as it's fresh. It turns me on.'

Matt stopped what he was doing and just looked at her, standing and smiling unselfconsciously in her underwear. Yes, sure, there were a few marks of maturity, an occasional imperfection and a few minor creases where teenage skin would be smooth, but she was over forty, years older than his twenty-nine, and he thought she was beautiful.

‘Will I do?' She asked, head tilted under his frank gaze.

‘More than do.' His voice sounded husky even to his own ears. ‘You're gorgeous.'

He undressed like an automaton, unable to take his eyes from her, watching as she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms to show off her breasts, full and firm, and tipped with long dark nipples, and then staring even more openly as she pushed her panties down and kicked them away. Her dark, curly pubic bush was untrimmed and natural, hiding her pussy. He guessed hopefully from his night time memory that it covered a pronounced mound and full labial lips, and he couldn't wait to discover if he was correct. As he slid his boxer shorts down his cock sprang to attention, telling of its own wish to find out too.

She reached out a hand and led him silently to the bed.

‘Do you want to wear anything?' She asked quietly, glancing meaningfully at his cock.

‘Not if I don't need to.' He told her, remembering that they had made love without protection the last time and wanting to do exactly the same this time.

‘You don't need to.' She lay on the bed and almost hesitantly pulled him down with her. ‘But don't rush it; we've got the time to make love properly this time.' She was harking back to their first meeting, when urgent desire took the place of finesse.

He was lying on his side, propped on one arm and looking down at her, seeing a beautiful and mature woman with just a little sudden vulnerability and submission in her eyes. There had been a note of pleading in her voice, as if she had surrendered to him, allowing him control of their lovemaking. She deserved to be treated properly. He didn't really know why, but he felt himself constrained to give her as much enjoyment as possible, perhaps as a fellow traveller escaping from the limitations of a cold marriage. ‘I'm not going to rush. I want to explore and enjoy you, is that all right?'

A misty expression came over her face as she relaxed back. ‘Oh yes. That sounds wonderful.'

He leaned forward and kissed her briefly, the same kind of brief peck that she had given him earlier, and then reached out with his free hand to her breast. At first he simply circled one breast with gentle fingertips, letting his touch meander softly over her skin, but then he began to widen his circle, taking in her other breast, her upper body, her neck and the tops of her arms, stroking and caressing until her eyes closed and she moaned quietly. He smiled to himself and then leaned over again to kiss her, more firmly this time. Her arms came up and around his neck, holding him into the kiss.

For a minute or so he let himself be kissed, his hand trapped between them, but then he pulled it free and, still kissing her, let it trail zigzag style down Fran's body to skate across the top of her pubes. She gasped and released him, letting her head fall back but with her eyes still closed, wanting him to touch her more intimately.

Deliberately he ignored her hint and, gazing now at the changing expressions on her face, trailed his fingers the whole length of her torso back to run them softly around her throat. She moaned again, part pleasure and part need, her hand twitching as if she wanted to take his and guide it but changed her mind and let him carry on as he wished.

Once again he let his hand roam, for a time letting it wander under and around her breasts, turning it over so that his nails caught at her nipples on the way past, the sensation bringing a sharp intake of breath. Then he moved on, caressing her body all the way from neck to hairline, touching her sometimes so softly there was hardly contact, sometimes stroking more firmly, sometimes meandering around her neck and breast, sometimes running further down to stroke her upper thighs, ignoring her silent pleas when she parted her legs in anticipation. She had one arm around his shoulders and he felt her fingers tighten on him as he travelled over her lower abdomen where her skin moved and twitched in response to the contact. She squirmed under his touch and her mouth opened to speak, only to shut again when his wandering fingertips finally moved onto her pubic mound and brought out a sigh of pleasure and happiness.

His immediate instinct was to play with her pussy, to enter it, to finger it and to thrust into it until she came, just as he had on the park bench. But he wanted to do more than that. He wanted to make sure she was totally satisfied, if only because he wanted this to be only the first of many sessions and he needed her to crave more. So instead he slid his fingers sideways onto the top of her leg, following it down and then as he reached as far as he could, he returned up the inside of her thigh, stroking straight over her pussy and onto her stomach once again, catching her clitoris with a fingertip as he went. Several times he repeated this, making her gasp by hooking his fingertip so that his nail made contact with her clit. Then, the next time he pressed the flat of his finger onto her pussy as he stroked past it, causing her lips to open just enough for his finger to slide a little way inside. Fran spread her legs wider, encouraging him, her fingers tightening on his shoulder. He took advantage, lingering at her pussy, holding her labia apart with two fingers while dipping another into her before withdrawing and stroking the length of her slit to end by flicking her clit. Her breath was becoming ragged and her head was beginning to roll from side to side. He smiled; she was on the verge of coming, and he knew it before she finally spoke, her voice tight and erratic.

‘Don't tease me, Matt. Please let me come.'

Matt relented. He wanted to take her to the height of pleasure, not the height of frustration. Now he shuffled down the bed just a little, leaning down to take her nipple into his mouth and suck it hard. At the same time he pushed two fingers straight into her vagina, plunging deeply in and out as fast as he could. Her reaction was almost instant. Her eyes shot wide, her back arched and her body began to shudder as her climax suddenly arrived.

‘Oh, oh, oh, oh God!' She cried out loud as she went over the edge, her hips jerking against Matt's fingers. The hand that she had been holding his shoulder with suddenly clutched at him as if in spasm and her free hand flailed wildly before grabbing hold of the sheet beneath her to as if allow her to cope with the waves of pleasure that engulfed her. With his mouth still around her nipple he peered up and watched her bite at her lips as urge after surge of pure ecstasy ripped through her, his own pleasure for the moment stemming from the enjoyment he knew he was giving her.

When it was finally over they lay side by side, he still on his side, watching her as she sprawled on her back, eyes staring, chest heaving and mouth just sagging open. The only sound for a little while was that of their breathing as Fran tried to recover her composure.

‘You can come more than once, can't you?' Matt asked eventually, beginning to believe that he had satisfied her completely and by doing so had blown his own chances.

She giggled between breaths. ‘You keep doing things like that, and I can keep coming forever.' She told him solemnly.

‘You see this?' She asked after a moment, pointing directly at her pussy.

Matt nodded, unsure where she was heading.

‘Well, John doesn't want it, so it's yours - and so am I.'

Alarm must have flickered across his face because Fran giggled again. ‘No, I'm not looking to divorce him and move in with you, or anything quite so drastic. I just mean that I want us to make love whenever we can, whenever you want to.' She paused, still just a little out of breath, and looked up at him. ‘I've never been touched like that before, never. How could I ever say no to you when you're that good to me?'

‘I hope we never want to say no to each other.' Matt replied, a little overwhelmed by her words.

‘We won't.' She smiled up at him. ‘And now it's your turn.'

‘How are we for time?' He asked, not wanting to overshoot his supposed shift by too obvious a margin.

‘We're fine, plenty of time left yet.'

‘Good, because I've had my turn in the shed, remember? And I've got something I want to do to you yet.'

Fran looked at him sharply, and he could tell that she was wondering quite what he had in mind.

‘Don't worry, nothing kinky.' He smiled as he reassured her, and then moved down the bed until he was kneeling between her legs. ‘I'm just going to return the favour.'

‘Kinky to one person is normal to another.' She pointed out, as she opened her legs wider and pulled them back out of the way ready for him to go down on her.

‘True.' He acknowledged, gazing at her openly displayed pussy. ‘Some people might even find you flaunting yourself like this as kinky.'

Fran giggled, just slightly embarrassed. ‘It can't be the most attractive thing you've ever seen.'

‘Don't you believe it.' He moved forward to rest himself on his elbows and bring his face closer to her pussy, reaching out and spreading her labia with his two thumbs, his eyes going from her engorged clitoris to her vagina, wet and gaping with arousal and readiness. ‘It looks wonderful to me.'

He could sense that she was tensing herself waiting for him to begin, and with a deliberate cruelty that he didn't know he was capable of, he stayed still just looking at her. He could see the moisture glistening around her entrance where he had fingered her, and where it had trickled down to gather and shine around her anus. For maybe a full minute he just stared at her, making her wriggle with impatience and embarrassment, and then he could restrain himself no longer and he lowered his mouth to her pussy and began licking her clitoris.

Oral sex was something that Matt had always enjoyed doing, and he was determined that both should get as much pleasure as possible from his attention to Fran's clit. His mouth closed over it, sucking it between his lips so that it could be massaged by his tongue. His lips held it firm, keeping the tip inside his mouth so that he could use his tongue on it, licking, flicking and probing, repeatedly running his tongue tip over her clitoral tip. He could hear her gasping and moaning and, looking up her body, he could see her head tipped back, the muscles on the underside of her jaw taut and set.

Then, as he lapped at Fran's clit, he moved his hands so that he could reach her entrance, pushing two fingers into her to wriggle and turn inside her as if attempting to screw themselves deeper. She was now gasping louder, the knuckles of her hands, still holding her legs out of the way, showing white as her fingers dug cruelly into the backs of her legs. He changed his actions now, intent on bringing her orgasm forward and, instead of simply licking her clit, he covered his teeth with his lips and gently bit into it, nibbling away with a series of sharp little nips, each time pulling at it until it slipped from between his teeth. At the same time he began to thrust his fingers hard into her, ramming them deep and pulling back, almost out before plunging back in.

Her second climax was unbelievably fierce, making her cry out unintelligible words, her tongue licking at her lips and her torso jerking and jolting from muscles trying to lift her rolled back pelvis from the bed. Matt smiled to himself at his success, but he continued sucking at pussy all the way through her orgasm, sending her into stronger and stronger spasms of pleasure. Only when it was clear that it had peaked did he begin to slow up, and then he withdrew his fingers only to give her orgasm sensitised pussy long sweeps of his tongue, making her gasp with each one.

‘Oh stop. For God's sake stop.' She finally capitulated, letting her legs fall back to the bed beside Matt's face. She didn't want him to stop, but she just couldn't take anymore right then, her heart was already thumping as if to burst and she was gasping hard for breath. But even then, he didn't really stop immediately, his tongue continued long, slow, gentle sweeps along the whole length of her slit, running languidly from her perineum to her clit.

‘Oh my god, are you trying to kill me?' She physically pushed his face away from her pussy with her hands. ‘Give me a chance to get my breath back.'

Matt reluctantly pulled away, recognising her words as signifying a temporary halt rather then wanting to stop altogether. But instead of rolling to the side, as she might have expected, he moved up over her, keeping her legs spread either side of him, until he was face to face with her, and then he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with lips still wet from her juices and with a tongue tired from lapping at her slit.

She pulled her mouth away to gasp for breath. ‘God, I want you.' She told him breathlessly, wriggling beneath him and then closing her eyes with pleasure as his rock hard erection nudged impatiently against her thigh.

‘You're going to get me.' He told her with a grin, adjusting his position so that the tip of his cock now rested on her pussy, just above the entrance to her passage. She tensed herself for him to enter her, but he waited, unsure if she was ready.

She willed him to enter her, waiting, wanting.

‘Yes, do it.' She finally told him, unable to wait longer even though her previous climax was still making her heart race. Her assurance was all he needed and his cock slid inside, right inside, feeling it go all the way into her vagina in one wonderful thrust. He withdrew, pulling back until just the tip rested between her pussy lips and he could hear her whimpering in her need. Several times her repeated the action, deliberately teasing her, taking her to her limit of endurance, and his own, before he surrendered to his own arousal and began fucking her properly with long hard thrust that got steadily faster and stronger as he felt his own climax begin to collect. Fran thrust back at him, increasing the effect by lifting her bottom from the bed as he pushed inside her. Harder and harder they pushed against each other, both of them working towards their own orgasms.

Hers came first, notwithstanding the fact that she had climaxed only minutes before she suddenly felt an orgasm explode inside her, an earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm that threatened to blow her mind apart.

Then, before hers had properly subsided, and while she was still pushing wildly back at him, Matt growled deep in his throat and thrust forcefully into her, feeling his cock twitching as spurts of cum flooded from him. He wanted to speak, to tell her how good it felt, but he couldn't do anything except groan with every spurt. Even when he had finished and his cock began to soften inside her he could only lie between her legs spent and sweating until finally Fran prodded him and he rolled reluctantly to the side.

‘I think we'd best get dressed.' She whispered. ‘Before Mo gets jealous.'

‘I suppose.' He agreed. ‘But I can't say I want to.'

‘Nor me, but we've got to stick plausibly close to the time you're supposed to be here, or someone will notice.'

They dressed in silence and when they were ready to go downstairs Fran went up to him and kissed him hard but briefly on the lips.

‘Thank you.' She said. ‘It's so good to have someone want you. You have no idea how much today has done for my self confidence.'

‘I have you know.' He told her. ‘Don't forget I'm in just the same boat.'

They went downstairs to find Mo dressed again and sitting waiting quietly in the kitchen. For a brief moment Matt panicked, thinking they were caught out, but she just smiled at them both and then turned to Fran. ‘Sorry, it clouded over and got a bit chilly out there. Were you showing him around the house?'

Fran smiled conspiratorially. ‘Just the important parts.'

Mo chuckled suddenly, looking from one to the other of them. ‘You know, looking at you two it's amazing how a coffee break seems to have taken more out of you than the actual work.'

‘Yes, it is surprising, isn't it?' Fran told her, trying unsuccessfully to look innocent.

‘But I don't suppose John needs to know that, does he.' Mo grinned. ‘And I don't suppose I need tell him about the noises I could hear, either?'

‘No, don't tell him, he might think we've got ghosts.'

‘I never heard a thing, you lucky buggers.'

‘Same time next week okay Matt?' Fran asked, ignoring Mo's remark.

‘And save your strength.' Mo advised him, trying to look serious. ‘These coffee breaks can be quite demanding.'