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“He’s asleep, come with me,” whispered Jackie in Dave’s ear. Dave stood carefully, looked at the slumbering George and tip-toed out of the conservatory. Jackie eased the door shut, being careful not to let the latch click. They moved more quickly into the hallway where Jackie turned, put her arms around Dave’s neck and kisses him greedily.
“Don’t worry he’ll sleep for hours.” She led him upstairs.
About a year before, Dave had been sitting at the bar of ‘The Winner’ just coming up to eleven o’clock when a middle-aged man bustled in, coming straight up to the bar next to Dave and loudly ordering a pint. As he pushed his briefcase onto the bar, he sent Dave’s pint flying.
“Oh! Sorry, clumsy me. Better make that two, Alice.” He started to use a beermat to direct the spilt beer away from Dave. The beers delivered, George introduced himself.
“I’m George, better known in here as The Professor. Sorry for the rather bad start.”
“No problems, I’ve ended up with more beer than I started with. I’m Dave.”
“New around here?”
"I’ve just moved into the flats across the road,” explained Dave. He had taken a promotion at work but it meant moving to the town. The pay increase and the moving allowance had finally let him buy his own place. Although he was nearly thirty-five, he had still been living at home until this move. Another person, who was returning his glass to the bar, engaged George in conversation. He opened it by calling him The Professor confirming the nickname.
In the brief time before closing, Dave managed to find out that George actually was a professor at the local College, that he was married and lived in one of the substantial, detached houses in the private road up from the pub.
Jackie led him into the guest room, then closed and locked the door. As she turned, Dave took her in his arms and kissed her, their tongues tangling. His hands slipped down her back and cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him. He could feel the warmth of her cheeks through the material. He already knew she was not wearing panties and he ground his crotch against her.
It was the Sunday lunchtime about a fortnight after the spilt beer that Dave saw George again. He came in with a slim, blonde lady. After she took off her heavy winter coat, she had a short dress that hugged her body then flared out into a floaty skirt. The age difference was such that Dave assumed it was George’s daughter, but soon noticed that George’s hand didn’t leave her waist as they navigated to the bar, stopping at most tables for a chat and shake of hands. They seemed well known and loved in ‘The Winner’.
George made it to the bar and ordered their drinks. As he moved away to re-join his lady, he raised a glass to Dave by way recognition. It was nearly an hour later when George joined Dave at the bar, his hand still on the waist of his companion.
“This is, er… ”
“Dave.”
“Yes, Dave. He’s the poor man I nearly doused in beer a few weeks ago! Dave, meet my wife, Jackie.”
Dave held out his hand to Jackie, who took it and gave him a warm smile. Close up, she was even more attractive than Dave’s first impression. The hair and figure had drawn him, but now he could see her bright, blue eyes, flawless complexion and pretty, but very sexy, face. He was indeed pleased to meet her.
As their kiss ended, Jackie was pulling Dave’s sweater up over his head. He raised his arms for her to complete the manoeuvre. She then rapidly worked on the buttons of his shirt, and he responded by undoing the zipper down the back of her dress.
Jackie accompanied George every Sunday they came to the pub and, as winter turned into spring she would also come on Friday evenings as well. Sunday was always formal, a dress or skirt and top. Fridays were casual, usually very tight jeans that showed her cute, rounded bum off perfectly.
By now, Dave was a regular stop on their tour of people and groups in the pub. The handshake had long given way to a kiss on both her cheeks. And her smile grew warmer and inviting. When George had gone to the bar for drinks, Jackie always seemed to take a step closer to Dave. By now he knew she was twenty-nine as plans for her thirtieth birthday had come in conversation. Dave also knew she made a few quips about ‘her old man' that had some harsh truth in them.
Dave’s shirt was undone, as was his belt and fly stud of his jeans. He shrugged the shirt off as Jackie let her dress slip to the floor and she stepped out of it, losing her heeled shoes at the same time, leaving her in a small, black, lacy bra that really made the best of her breasts and black hold-ups. His hard-on was pushing at the denim of his jeans.
“You had better have done your half of the deal,” said Jackie as she pulled on his zip. As the jeans opened, his cock flicked out, already well on the way to being erect.
“Oh! You did! My! That looks nicer in the flesh… ” whispered Jackie letting her fingers scroll around his shaft. He gave her bare, rounded buttocks another squeeze.
The first time he touched her buttocks had been just before Christmas. Jackie was, for once, wearing a skirt on the Friday visit to the pub. She had been to some sort of work function and joined George in The Winner mid-evening. She waved for Dave to come and join them soon after she arrived. Dave willingly complied.
“You’re looking splendid tonight,” he commented after their greeting kiss. Like Dave, Jackie had already had a few drinks, and the greeting had been a little warmer than normal. As George left to get drinks, Dave’s hand lingered on Jackie’s waist, a little too long for politeness, but Jackie was far from upset and gave Dave’s butt a friendly grab.
“Oh!” he exclaimed.
“Umm, nice and firm,” responded Jackie.
“I should repay the favour,” said Dave, immediately thinking he had gone too far.
“Dare you!”
He tentatively placed his hand on her right cheek expecting her to move away, but she did the reverse and pushed onto his palm. He couldn’t help but give her round, firm buttock a squeeze while watching her face for any sign of reluctance but, instead, saw only a sexy grin.
The Professor was just paying at the bar and Dave thought he would push his luck one bit more.
“Couldn’t feel any panties, are you wearing a thong?”
“No, nothing at all.”
Jackie slid down the front of his body, pulling his jeans down his legs and ending kneeling at his feet, his cock standing proudly in front of her face. Her hands re-engaged on his shaft pulling it so it was horizontal. Her head moved closer, her lips brushed his helmet then her tongue licked the end. Dave took a breath and moaned as her red lips spread around the end of his cock.
It was the beginning of October that George first invited Dave to join them, and a few other friends, for Sunday lunch. In all seven sat down for a very rare roast beef with all the trimmings. The others were all from the College and George’s peers in profession and age.
As George held court, Jackie would make eye contact with Dave. Sometimes she would roll her eyes, mocking whatever it was that her husband was pontificating about, and other times giving him a sexy grin. As the others were still very involved in the conversation, Dave offered to help clear the plates into the kitchen.
On his second run with the vegetable dishes, he found Jackie, bent at the hip, back to him, scraping the dishes into the bin. Despite the cool weather, Jackie was wearing her signature short skirt that showed a lot of her slender legs. In this pose, it showed all her legs and more. Without straightening at all, she looked around at him and grinned.
He never knew if it was at Jackie’s request or that George had taken a liking to him, but Dave joined them for Sunday lunch around twice a month from then on.
Holding the base of his shaft firmly in one hand, Jackie bobbed her head on the end of his cock, swirling her tongue around it when it was right in her mouth. In her warm, moist mouth, her lips pressing onto his shaft. He was torn between letting her finish him in her mouth or exploring her body, only just deciding exploration was the best option. He took hold of her upper arms and gently pulled her up, her mouth reluctantly letting his cock go.
A few weeks on and Dave was on plate duty again, while George was getting a little carried away making his point at the dining table.
“Sorry about that,” said Jackie as he brought in the last of the plates. “Getting George onto politics should be banned!” she added in a somewhat fed up tone as she stacked the plates into the dishwasher. "He just won't stop, silly old bugger. I get really fed up with him sometimes.”
The topic of the age difference between Jackie and George had never come up in conversation. He was just a few years short of being twice her age. Dave took his chance.
“You don’t have to tell me, but how did you two meet?”
Jackie looked at him for a moment, then went back to loading the dishwasher while she recounted her story.
“We met at college. He was one of my lecturers and my tutor in my final year.” She rinsed a plate.
“I’ve always had this thing for older men. When I was sixteen I used to fantasise about some of my father’s friends!” She ran some water into the sink.
“George had a bit of reputation for flings with students. I have to say I couldn't see why, until he took over as my tutor." She moved on to washing the glasses. Dave dried them when they had drained for a while.
“We had ‘one on one’ sessions, usually early evening. He was actually quite good at advising you about college. And I began to see another side of him. He was witty, quite charming, and, I guess a solid father figure.” The sink emptied.
"I turned down his first request to go for a drink with him but succumbed on the second. A drink turned into dinner, at a very nice restaurant. And I ended up in his bed, very willingly."
She stopped and looked at Dave, who was mindlessly drying the last glass.
"He was good at it, in case you are wondering.” She thought for a moment and added, “Well, he was then. That was eight years ago.” She looked let down, lonely even, Dave thought.
Dave was about to take her in his arms, when they heard George approaching, still ranting on politics. He came in, hardly noticed either of them, snatched another bottle of wine and departed back to the dinner table.
Dave thought about carrying through his idea, but the moment was gone.
When Jackie was standing, Dave reached behind her and released her bra. She pulled it from one shoulder, then the other and threw it away. As she did so, she burst into a giggle.
“Think I need more practice to be a stripper!”
Dave turned them both around and laid her on the bed, stocking clad feet still on the floor. He moved closer, spreading her knees as he did, eyes focused on the smoothness of her waxed lips. His hands ran up her legs as he bowed down and planted a first kiss on her pussy. He felt her thrill.
He ran his tongue down one lip and up the other, then along her slit, feeling her wetness and heat.
Dave returned to his parents' home for Christmas and New Year. An old flame was also back on the scene and tried very hard to attract Dave. Normally he would have been delighted, she had a reputation as a spirited lover, but he found he couldn't. It was not as if he had a lady at his work or in his new town. In the end, she gave up and accused him of becoming gay. It took him some time to admit to himself why he had turned her down.
January was cold and snowy, and work seemed even more drab than normal. He saw The Professor and Jackie once in the pub on the first Friday he was back in town. Both gave him a warm welcome, including a kiss on the lips from Jackie. While George was at the bar she confided, “I’ve missed you so much! Christmas and New Year have been like being in an old folk’s home. I’ve been feeling so alone.” George returned.
Then they didn’t appear on a Friday or Sunday for two weeks. Dave learned from another person at the pub that George had taken ill with ‘flu and it had laid him low. When there was no sign of them on the next Friday, Dave decided to call in on the Saturday in case any help was needed.
Jackie was all over him after she closed the door. He followed her into the lounge where a very different looking George was wrapped in a blanket and sitting in front of a blazing fire. When he left Dave had Jackie's mobile number.
He used his fingertip to tease between her lips. Her head stayed back, trusting him to pleasure her. He used the wetness of her entrance to moisten her inner lips and stiffening clitoris. He circled it slowly, with a light pressure, then moved across it. It responded by swelling and becoming hard.
He squeezed it, gently, between his finger and thumb, then kissed it, licked it and finally sucked it into his mouth, repeatedly. Jackie’s back arched, she moaned and aired the ‘fuck’ word through gritted teeth in a desperate attempt not to shout out. Her orgasm rippled her stomach and she bucked upwards, then her fingers tangled into Dave’s hair and she jerked him off her pussy.
It was February before George’s visits to The Winner were back on schedule. He had lost weight to the extent he looked gaunt. Jackie, by contrast, looked ever more ravishing, her jeans even more like they were sprayed on and tops lower cut. Now, led by Jackie, they came straight to Dave after their initial greetings on arrival.
Now it was Dave that had to go to the bar, but Jackie went with him to help him carry the drinks. On one Friday, the nearest part of the bar was mobbed, so they went around the corner to a quieter part. As Dave leaned on the bar, Jackie stood behind him, wrapped her arms around him and pulled their bodies together. Initially, it surprised Dave, but her grip did not lessen, and she rubbed her body across his bum.
“I need you,” she whispered, just as the barmaid asked Dave what he wanted.
“Sorry,” gasped Jackie. Dave was concerned he had upset her. “A second more and I’d have screamed.”
She sat up and kissed him, then shuffled fully onto the bed and encouraged him to follow. Once he was kneeling between her legs, she squeezed both her breasts.
"I love to have them sucked," she said with an inviting grin and raised one nipple for his attention. On all fours, he lowered his head and took her nipple deep in his mouth, then used one hand to replace hers.
“Ummm, now the other." Her free hand found his cock and took a firm grip on it.
On the following Sunday, Dave was invited to Sunday lunch. For the first time, it was only him. George had always been the cook and managed to turn out a splendid meal as always. Even the Yorkshires were on top form. But the effort obviously took a lot out of him and he moved to the lounge area when the plates were cleared and soon fell to sleep.
Dave and Jackie chatted quietly nearby, but he didn’t even stir, let alone wake. Dave had an early start and excused himself before George woke. Just before she opened the front door, Jackie took him in her arms and kissed him, full on, tongues swirling into each other.
“If only you didn’t have to go,” she said softly.
After a few alternations of nipples, both of Jackie’s hands encouraged him to move further up. Her legs went around him and guided him lie on her rather than stay on all fours. As he complied, her hand went back on his cock and guided him to her pussy lips. She wetted the end between her lips.
“I’ll get the condoms,” said Dave, cursing himself for not getting them out of his pocket.
“Forget them,” Jackie growled, “Just fuck me. Now!”
The end of his cock slipped inside her. The heat, the wetness, was matched only by her eagerness to have all of him inside her.
On Tuesday, Dave's mobile chirped while he was at work. It was a text from Jackie.
‘You OK for Sunday lunch?’
‘Yes, please!’
He slid into her, slowly, savouring the delicious, tight feel of her velvety pussy, watching her face as she relished hard cock filling her, making her pussy flood with juices.
On Wednesday, just before lunch, Dave’s mobile chirped again. It was from Jackie.
‘I’ll go commando if you do.’
‘Starting down the pub.’ She added before he replied.
‘You’ve got a deal!!’
He settled onto her, the part of his body just above the root of his cock pressing against her lips and clit. She gripped onto him and he started to move in and out with slow, long strokes. Jackie gave a little gasp and started to squeeze her own nipples.
“Don’t be so gentle,” she hissed.
On Thursday, the now expected text arrived.
‘Send me a cock pic, I’ll send you a pussy pic’
‘It’ll have to be later, haven’t got one here.’
‘Go to the loo and take one now.’
He did, feeling a slight blush as he came out of the cubicle with an erection only slightly softening, and seeing a co-worker at the urinal.
He sent it. Nothing came back for five minutes. He began to feel disappointed, maybe tricked.
His phone chirped. He opened the text and the picture. It was a picture taken up-skirt, with the flash on. He recognised the dress. In the background were blurred people going about their office work.
A text followed.
‘Do you like it?’
‘Yes, very much!’
‘It’s all yours on Sunday, bring condoms.’
Dave began to move faster, but was still gentle, not hitting against her. Jackie started to use her heels to push him into her harder. He got the message and began ramming against her. He saw and felt her react. Her back arched, her legs gripped around him, her eyes widened then closed. Her head went back and her mouth opened, Jackie started to orgasm. Her legs locked him down, forcing him deep into her, her pussy spasmed, then gripped onto him, and she screamed.
“Oh fuck, yes, fuck, God, fuck, yes!”
It was so loud. He could feel her shuddering but the shout made him spring off her fearing George would have heard. She was still convulsing with him lying on his side next to her. She slowly regained control.
George and Jackie’s Friday evening visit to the pub was brief. George was not at his best and Jackie was not in a forgiving mood, but they said Sunday was still on, and Jackie came back as George exited the door to give Dave a kiss. And a grab on his cock.
“Jesus! I needed that,” said Jackie, her hand taking his cock again.
Dave was still surprised at her reaction. To be honest he had only had sex a few times and with ladies that made it feel like they were doing him a favour. This felt like he had done the favour.
She sat up, straddled him, forcing him to lie on his back and smiled at him as she fed his cock back into her.
It was Sunday, and Dave sat at the bar. He’d ordered a shandy so he could not get too drunk. It was as late as one o’clock before George and Jackie arrived. George did not look well, but Jackie was radiant. They had their normal greetings and came up to Dave.
He suggested they take the corner table and sat facing the room, with Jackie and George opposite him. Jackie was wearing a tight, black dress that clearly showed the shape of her breasts. Dave went and got the drinks, which George paid for, and returned, falling into his seat, directly opposite Jackie.
She crossed her legs. But she did more than a simple placing of one leg on the other. She opened her legs and the very short, tight dress rode up giving Dave the same view he had on his phone, then, ever so slowly, she put one thigh on top of the other.
Now in control, she rode him, her palms flat on his chest. He felt uneasy at first to be at her mercy, but as her pussy repeatedly stroked the full length of his shaft his feelings softened. His neck relaxed back and he watched her rise and fall on him, her breasts bouncing, her blonde hair flying. And his cock shouted into his brain about the pleasure of being rubbed and gripped by hot, juicy pussy.
As Dave and Jackie waited at the lunch table for George to come from the kitchen with his roast lamb, she leaned over the table and whispered, “When George is serving the lamb, drop your napkin and pick it up.”
Dave was puzzled for a moment. George came in with the lamb. It looked excellent, still on the pink side. He served Jackie first then Dave and, as Dave adjusted his plate, his napkin fell off his lap. While George placed slices of the delicious looking lamb on his own plate, Dave bent down to retrieve the napkin. Jackie was sitting opposite him with legs spread, pussy clearly on view.
Jackie braced herself by gripping Dave’s shoulders. She quickened her riding, pushing down onto him so hard the two of them bounced on the bed. She was beginning to grimace, trying to stave off another orgasm until she had got him to the point of no return. He was starting to gasp, his mouth opened but no sound came out.
“I’m going to cum!” he gasped and tried to lift her off.
Their lunch finished, George suggested they move into the conservatory to enjoy the bit of brightness that had graced the winter’s afternoon. They each took their own glass of wine. The weak winter sun filled the conservatory with light, George took the sofa, and Dave and Jackie both sat in single padded chairs.
George had almost finished his wine when his head nodded down for the first time. He snapped his head back up, finished his wine settled back into the comfort of the sofa, the sun shining onto his face. Jackie took the glasses into the kitchen. When she returned she leaned over Dave’s chair and whispered to him.
Jackie was not to be moved, she pushed down hard onto his cock, gripped his shoulders more tightly, arms braced. He burst, his balls clenching as spunk pumped up his shaft, flooding into Jackie’s pussy. He felt her tremble, then convulse, finally dropping onto his chest where she stayed still for many minutes.
She rolled off him to lie by his side.
“I needed that. I needed you,” she said softly. “That’s the first fuck I’ve had this year.”
Dave thought it may have been the first proper fuck he had ever had. She raised her head, then curled onto his stomach, taking his softening, sticky cock in her hands.
“Sunday lunch next week?” she asked and started to lick and suck his cock clean.
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