They got to the house; a lovely detached property. Clare told Hana to ring her Dad to get picked up, and at the same time, went routing for a top and joggers or such like for Hana. Her dress was wrecked; part ripped, grass stained and wet from the evening dew. She looked a mess. "And sort your hair out as well Hana," Clare shouted down.
Hana had been properly fucked as part of the foursome down on the training pitch. They all had to be fair, before a houseowner had reported them, and they all retreated to the Chairman's wife's (Jan's) house as a cover from the police.
Clare was quite the organiser being team captain, and thrived with the responsibility of being in charge. It wasn't difficult to find some clothes for Hana, as Jan had a petite frame as well.
Half an hour passed. Hana had got her Dad to pick her up, and Lou and Rich sloped off once the police patrol had been and gone from the nearby club.
Jan turned up. She'd been running the bar, and had dealt with the police and locked the club up. A petite fifty-five-year-old, with a brown bob of hair, and tanned skin from a cyclical pattern of multiple holidays, and a keep fit gym bunny. She looked Clare up and down. "Well?" Jan stated, dressed in tight jeans and t-shirt, hands resting on her cocked hip.
Clare looked across to her with regretful eyes, and apologised, "I'm sorry Jan. End of season, drinks etcetera."
Jan glared with a motherly look. "I'll put the kettle on. Go have a shower. You look a mess Clare!"
Clare promptly went upstairs and did as she was told, like she'd been bollocked by her mother as a child.
As Clare was showering, Jan popped up and found a bathrobe for her and threw it on the bed outside the en-suite she was using, and shouted through to her, "I've left a robe for you," and went back down.
A few minutes later, Clare was refreshed, and was downstairs. Jan had lit the real fire and ushered her into the lounge. The room was warm, and she handed Clare a mug of tea. "Get yourself settled; I'm going to get out of these clothes. I smell like a brewery."
Jan continued, but with a firmer tone, "You've been irresponsible tonight Clare. The police told me the club could lose both its alcohol licence and our sporting venue certification; if found responsible for anti-social behaviour as they put it. Keith (hubby and president) will need to be told, as he'll find out from his associates at the gentleman's club. You've put me in a spot. You owe me Clare!"
Clare just stared at the floor as Jan snappily spun about and went upstairs.
The lounge was low-lit from side lamps and an orange hew was being thrown across the thick rug and beyond from the glow of the coals on the fire. Clare felt guilty for what had happened, but felt safe and warm on the plush sofa with her naked body wrapped in the soft cotton robe.
About ten minutes had passed, and Jan returned.
She'd showered and was dressed in a thin silk robe with a Japanese style pattern print. Her hair was tousled and damp. Jan placed a small open pot of aromatic oil on the fire hearth, then returned with two elegant crystal glasses, and handed Clare one as she sat at the opposite end of the sofa.
"Champagne with a splash of brandy," Jan declared, as she could see what Clare was asking.
Jan continued, "It'll wash away the worry and help you relax. We'll deal with fallout from the club in due course." There was a pause, then Jan continued, "But right now you're under my roof Clare, and you're mine for the night!" she exclaimed in a firm, matriarchal way.
Clare was shocked at Jan's declaration, but at the same time excited. She was intrigued, and knew from Jan's demeanour that they were going to get intimate and physical.
Jan then sat up, and leant across requesting the glass Clare had half drank from, and placed both drinks on the side table next to her.
Then with Clare's robed body laying along the sofa, Jan snaked to the side of her, and started slowly stroking Clare's perfectly toned calves and thighs. Then, parted the top of Clare's robe slightly and kissed her breast bone, before moving up to her neck, jaw bone, then eventually her lips.
Clare was shifting her body slightly, and whimpering quietly. She was so turned on with the intimacy, in contrast to the earlier physicality on the Sports field.
Jan was now on top of her, and moved up a gear, kissing Clare passionately, sliding her tongue in and around her mouth inquisitively. Clare responded in kind, and had now moved her hands round to Jan's hips and arse. With Clare squeezing Jan gently, she slowly but easily manipulated the silk robe up and above Jan's small pear-shaped waist and arse, and started stroking, and squeezing her smooth skin.
Jan groaned at the feeling, and shifted herself slightly. She stopped kissing Clare's lips, and bent round to her neck below the ear and kissed and nibbled, whilst at the same time untied Clare's robe and it slid to the sides to reveal her sporty form. Almost simultaneously, Jan pushed her left knee up and thigh gently into Clare's mound, gently increasing the pressure causing Clare to gasp, and claw into Jan's arse. Jan continued, and her small kneecap pushed and parted Clare's sodden pussy, whilst at the same time applying a lovely pressure and feeling upon Clare's clit.
Clare was tingling, and pulled Jan's silk robe open, who was slightly crouched over her, revealing her proud breasts; stunningly pert considering Jan's age and motherhood, with large beautifully hard nipples standing proud. Clare squeezed her breasts and rimmed and coated Jan's nipples with her thumbs. Jan's head lifted in pleasure, and she whimpered.
