The day was quite busy. I had some Zoom calls, and I had a rather terse encounter with my man at one of my sites. He seemed to think that because the civil servants were working from home, i.e. doing nothing, that he didn't have to do anything either. I explained it to him in simple terms. He worked for me. Doing nothing was not an option unless he wanted to leave the job, right now, this instant. He could then go home and do nothing. That was fine. He would of course not receive the very handsome sum I was paying him. He could stay but he would have to work twice as hard because the civil servants were not working. He was not happy, I didn't give a shit. He stayed. Of course. These contracts were becoming very difficult with so many people demanding the right to work from home. When they worked from home they did nothing in the office, and it was in the office that my contract demanded results. Ah well. It had taken my mind of the tryst, the unexpected tryst with Greeta.
After we had dinner Jools pointed out to me that we hadn't, for a while. Was I going off her? 'Are you looking for a younger model?' she asked. I think she was joking, I leant forward and softly kissed her lips, my tongue gently teasing between them, my right hand caressing her left breast through her blouse. I felt her nipple harden as I tweaked at it, my lips still gentle on hers and my left hand crept under her skirt and stroked between her legs. Naughty girl wasn't wearing panties.
"Mmmm" she murmured into my face, "I thought that you had forgotten the way."
"Oh no baby will never lose the way to your jewellery box," I replied as my finger pressed between her legs and entered her, my thumb pressing down on her clitoris. I felt her hands at my belt as she undid it and pulled my zip down, eased my trousers and underpants down and took my hard cock in her hand. She has a way, no one else seems to have the touch that Jools has, she pulled my skin back and rubbed the edge of my rim as she gently squeezed my balls. God I almost explode every time she does it.
I eased my way down and licked along the valley of her sex, wet and wanting, my finger still inside her, pressing up as my tongue pressed down, pressing and pushing I felt her fanny tighten and begin to squeeze and I eased a second finger into her arse, timing my pushes as her contractions eased.
I began rhythmically pumping into her fanny and her arse and at the same time I was gently chewing and pressing at her clitoris. She began to lift off the settee, her back arching and her contractions getting stronger. Jools gasped, clamped down on me tightly and gushed as she climaxed, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck" she gasped her nails digging painfully into my back, something I was glad of after the earlier episode with Greeta, at least that would cover up any marks that she had left, I could blame them all on Jools.
"Oh god Jase. Give me a minute and I will see to you, Jeez."
"Baby," I said softly, "we can wait until tomorrow, but then I want your arse."
"Okay, okay, anything you want, Jesus, I am seeing stars. Fuck" In honesty I was a little sore after the session with Greeta and Jools deserved my full attention, and a night to let my cock and balls further recover would benefit me and in turn, Jools. After all, I wasn't as young as I used to be.
"Are you sure you don't mind waiting, you can have me if you want" Jools said as she kissed me, "I don't want it to be one sided, ever."
"Baby of course I don't mind. Work was shitty and I would rather sleep on it and put that to bed so I could give you my full attention. If you don't mind waiting, then I don't mind waiting."
"Okay sweetie" and she snuggled into me, her hand resting on my upper thigh, millimetres from my softening cock. If she had gone back and resumed her ministrations, I doubt I could have waited until tomorrow, it was difficult enough, but whilst I was not being touched, I could hold on. Greeta's touch had been so recent that it felt real in my memory, real enough that there was a risk that I could use the wrong name in the moment, and that was too dangerous to contemplate. I tried to never use a real name during sex, always, 'baby' or 'love' or something similar. A throwback to my teen years where I had once accidentally called a girl by the wrong name. That lesson was hard learned and never forgotten.
"Morning Jase, fancy a brew?" It was Ash from number 27, a couple of doors away on the other side of the street. I had just got back from the post office and Jools was still at the Gym.
"Okay Ash, yeah, I have a few minutes." I walked over the road to Ash's, the car locked as the car key moved out of range. Ash was somewhere in his 40's and lived alone. I knew he worked but had no idea where, and I was pretty sure he worked shifts, but if I am honest, I wasn't really interested enough to ask.
Inside his house was immaculate, with nick-nacks and ornaments dotted around and art on the walls, not what I expected from a bloke that lived alone. Not exactly minimalist in furniture, but not too much. It looked comfortable and probably relatively easy to clean.
"Breakfast or Earl?" Ash called from the kitchen. I walked through as the kettle was coming to the boil.
"Earl please, splash of milk, no sugar."
"Coming up, bag left in the mug or removed?"
"Oh, leave it in, it slowly brews to its full flavour that way, I'm sure not precious about a teabag."
I watched him as he constructed the teas, I was glad to see the mugs were porcelain, not Earthenware or plastic. He handed me my tea and I went through and sat on the settee, Ash followed and sat opposite in the armchair. "So," he said, "what's occurring in your neck of the woods?"
"Oh, not a lot, quite busy with a few contracts I have, luckily, I can run most of them from my laptop at home, and that's about it I think Ash. How about you?"
"Well, that's just the thing. Not much happening really. Work is, well, let's just say mundane makes it sound exiting, and my love life is pretty dead. But at least I am alive and kicking, alive and kicking. You seem to be getting it about a bit, which surprised me a bit to be honest."
"What on earth do you mean, 'getting it about' and why would that surprise you?" Is this why he had invited me in for a drink, to gossip? Kind of odd I thought.
"Oh, I see things, you seem to have spent some time at Greeta's and up at that woman Lena with the daughter with the boy's name. And Margo over the road was asking about you too, nosey cow she is."
Him calling her a nosey cow? Crikey that was a bit rich.
"Nothing to say really, I rescued Lena's daughter, Henry, from the rain the other day and popped in to make her a cup of tea to warm her up whilst she went up and got herself dried and out of the wet clothes, and as for Greeta, I just helped her with a heavy Ikea box, no idea why that would surprise you, don't think I have spoken to Margo apart from a hello across the street."
"Really, okay, fair enough, I can keep stum don't worry. You know I'm gay I presume?"
Well, no, I didn't. I had no idea and I didn't care frankly. "No, what difference does it make?"
