Chaperone 4

Chaperone: A person who accompanies and looks after another person or group of people.

'To our wonderful Chaperones: Thanks so much for agreeing to supervise. There's a bottle waiting for you in the den! Love Steve and Miriam'

As Frank drove them both across town Laura recalled the message that their best friends had sent them before they left. A couple of months earlier their best friends had asked for a favour. Bound for the Caribbean for a week they had intended to leave their large, detached house in the care of their son, Liam. For a nineteen-year-old, he was quite trustworthy, so, ordinarily, Laura didn't think they would have had a problem leaving him in charge.

But then Liam asked about the possibility of a party whilst they were away. To his credit, he asked his parents for permission to which they happily agreed. But their acquiescence came with a proviso: Laura and Frank would have to be there. They may have trusted their son, but thirty plus teenagers in one house will always have the potential to be a handful.

Laura knew that Liam would be okay with the two of them supervising. Having been friends with his parents for many years, they knew him well and had always got along fine. He knew they would allow him and his friends to have fun and just be there in case he needed assistance.

Anticipating a quiet evening, Frank had suggested they might even be able to make the most of it. with a little adult time for themselves. Smiling at Frank, she caught his eye. His wink told her his thoughts were similarly engaged. Underneath the short skirt and loose blouse, Laura had dressed to excite, and she hoped there would be a chance to show it to Frank later.

Pulling up on the drive, they saw the door was open and as they both got out of the car, Liam appeared at the doorway with a big smile.

"Hi guys." Over the last few years, they had watched their friends' son grow into the handsome teenager he now was. Six foot tall, with short brown hair, he looked athletic and strong - but not like he spent every moment in the gym. Looking at him, it struck Laura that he reminded her of Frank at the same age.

"Hi Liam, how are you? All set for tonight? Anything we can do to help?"

"I'm great, thanks, looking forward to it. Everything's ready to go! You can just relax!"

At that moment Frank's phone rang. Glancing at the screen, Frank said "I have to take this, sorry," and walked slightly away from the house.

Moving inside, Laura saw that Liam's assessment was correct. Everything was tidy, the dining table was loaded with food (and a big bowl of punch) and the home bar looked well stocked.

"Well, you've been busy, Liam! Good work!"

"Thanks. I've put a few things down in the den for you guys as well."

Laura smiled at him in thanks. "You're very sweet."

"Although I don't know why you think you need to hide down the end of the garden, you'd be more than welcome to join us."

"Oh, Liam, thanks, but I'm sure you and your friends don't want two oldies cramping your style."

"No way! Everyone would love it. Besides, you could easily pass for a teenager."

The appreciative look on his face made Laura wonder, not for the first time, if Liam 'liked' her, more than was appropriate for a friend's son.

"Flatterer!" said Laura, laughing. "Bless, you, Liam, but my days of fitting in at teen parties are long gone. We'll be fine in the den."

Like anyone she was still susceptible to being complimented. But whenever she glanced at herself in a mirror, she was proud of her thirty-eight-year-old body. Regular exercise and a good diet meant she was still trim. Laura was average height, had a flat stomach, firm breasts and dark hair cut into a bob. Okay, she didn't have the body of a teen anymore, but she thought she still looked damn good!

"Now, your guests are coming from eight, right?" Liam nodded. "Okay. So, Frank and I will install ourselves in the den and I promise we won't get in the way, we'll let you guys enjoy yourselves. If you need anything just call us on the extension and one of us will come up. Otherwise, we will stay put. Unless we run out of snacks, of course!

Liam chuckled. "Thanks. Come up to the house any time, you'd be welcome."

At that moment Frank came into the room with a rueful look on his face. "Sorry, love, crisis at the plant, I'm going to have to go and see what's happening." Frank was a senior engineer at the power plant. An interesting, well-paid job that gave them both a comfortable lifestyle, but it did come with a lot of responsibility.

She knew she must have looked disappointed as Frank quickly gave her a hug and said quietly in her ear, "Don't worry, I promise you'll still get your sexy time." Out loud he said, "Looks like there's the possibility of power cuts if we can't get a fix in, so might be best to be prepared if you can." And with a pat on Liam's back, he was out of the door and in his car.

As she watched him drive away, she asked Liam if they had any candles. "Oh sure, they're in the den."

"Ah good. I'll drop my bag down there and then bring some back up whilst you finish off up here."

Liam told here where to find them, and she walked out of the French doors over the patio and down to the bottom of the garden.

They called it a den, but in reality it was more like a small lodge style one bed apartment. It had power, plumbing, heating, a large bed, TV and a sofa. Tonight, there was also a bottle of red wine (knowing Steve and Miriam, an expensive one) and a bottle of whiskey. One each, with a little bow tied around them. Their intention was to stay overnight, but it wouldn't be wise to make too much of a dent in either.

Looking in the cupboard Liam had pointed her to, she saw there were several boxes of tea light candles. Picking two up, together with a box of matches, she walked them back up to the house and deposited them in the corner of the living room. Hearing voices outside she peered through the windows and saw Liam greeting one of his friends, who had obviously arrived a little early. She though she recognised him, but couldn't place his name. Was it Tim, perhaps?

They both came back in, and Liam said "Laura, this is Tom. Laura's my chaperone for tonight". Ah, I was close, thought Laura, laughing.

"Okay, Liam, I can take a hint. I'll decant to the den, since your guests have started coming. I've put the candles in the corner". As she passed the dining table, she picked up a bowl of crisps, gave Liam a wink and walked down to the den.

Daylight was starting to fade so, she switched on the lights. Opening the bottle of wine (a Merlot from the Napa Valley) and pouring herself a glass, she kicked off her shoes. Retrieving a book from her bag, she settled down to read, sipping the delicious wine.

Occasionally looking up at the house, Laura waited for a message from Frank, but her phone was silent. Some time had passed since he'd left, and the party was in full swing. She could hear music (not too loud) and laughter. All seemed calm, up there so apart from a short visit to replenish her snacks, she left them alone. The party seemed to be going well, and Liam's friends weren't getting too wild. As it was dark, she pulled the curtains together, but it was a warm night, so she left the sliding door open.

It was just before eleven and after she poured her second glass of wine The lights went out. Laura put down her book and sighed, thinking Frank did say there might be power cuts. She fumbled her way to the cupboard with the candles, lit a couple and put them on the coffee table.

Pausing to grab her phone she also picked up a small torch from her bag, slipped out of the door and made her way up to the house.

At the patio door, she called through "Liam!"

"Over here Laura!" Pointing her torch to where he had called from, she saw he was by the boxes of candles and picked her way through his guests.

"Let's put some of these out. Keep some back, though, we don't know how long it will last".

Once she had lit a couple, she distributed the rest, and the others proceeded to light the rest.

As she was handing them out, her phoned beeped. At last! But Frank's message read - 'Sorry, going to take longer than I thought. Not likely to be back until morning xxx.' She sighed. Being left on her own was all too familiar.

Even in the pale candlelight her disappointment must have been obvious, as Liam walked over to her.

"Everything okay? You look upset." Laura explained about the message. Liam's response surprised her as he puts his arms around her and gave her hug. She couldn't deny it felt good being hugged by a handsome nineteen-year-old, but after a short while, she realised he was holding her so close; he must be feeling all of the contours of her body.

Embarrassed, at how good it felt to be that close to him, she realised that alcohol had probably loosened his inhibitions and gently disengaged. Staying close to her said quietly, "Why don't you stay up here with us, it'll be fun."

"Oh that's probably not a good idea, Liam," she said softly. And, since there didn't seem to be anything untoward happening in the subdued light of the candles, announced she would make her way back down to the den. "I'll come and make sure you're okay a bit later." Laura smiled to herself. Who was meant to be looking after who?

Back on the sofa, Laura made two decisions. One, it was too dark to read her book and two, since there was no prospect of Frank returning and all was well up at the house, she was going to drink the whole bottle of wine. And possibly start on the whiskey too.

She wasn't ordinarily a big drinker, but disappointed as she was, and left with nothing to entertain her other than her phone (while the battery lasted) drinking seemed like a decent option. Not so much that she couldn't respond if Liam needed her, but enough to dull her upset at Frank's absence.

By the time she was finishing the last of the bottle, the flames of the candles were getting smaller. The darkness and the alcohol conspired to make Laura drowsy, and she figured if she was going to nod off it would better to be in the bed rather than on the sofa.

Closing the curtains, she moved to the bed. After removing her blouse and skirt, but leaving on the white lacy panties and bra she had worn for Frank's benefit she shuffled under the light duvet and settled her head back onto the pillow. "Just an hour and then I'll go check in at the house," she said to herself.

Noises coming from the house meant she drifted in and out of sleep, so Laura assumed that was what brought her half awake. Through heavily lidded eyes she was dimly vaguely that the candles had gone out and she was now in complete darkness.

Then she felt, rather than heard, someone slip into the bed, under the covers and it brought a soft smile to her face. Frank was back!

In the darkness she whispered, "come here." Turning away she shuffled in his direction and was rewarded by the warmth of his body against her back. His right arm draped over her and she held it to her front, just below her breasts. He used it to pull himself closer and she realised he'd removed his clothes before getting in beside her.

"I'm glad you're here," she said and was rewarded with his lips gently kissing her neck and a very soft reply. "Me too." The effects of more wine than she normally drank, together with the featherlight touch of lips, combined to make her feel very amorous.

Still holding his hand, she moved it up to her chest. As she had hoped, he took the hint and pushed her lacy bra up of her boobs. Freed to his touch, he began to caress them, alternating a gentle touch with a circular motion of his palm on her nipple. Something new. But whatever gave Frank the idea, Laura approved unequivocally.

To signal her appreciation she lowered her hand to his cock, which was currently pressing against her butt cheeks and started to tenderly rub up and down the length. It was hard like she'd never known it before, and she loved the feel of it in her hand. She also loved the gasps of pleasure it brought from him.

They stayed like that for some minutes, until she felt him gently pull her shoulder, so she lay flat on the bed. He then slowly slid down the bed, under the covers.

Caressing her inner thighs as he did so he pulled her legs apart and positioned his head between her legs. Laura was surprised but thrilled, as this wasn't something Frank usually liked to do. He would, on occasion, but usually it was something she had to bargain for.

He moved aside her panties, and she felt the first flick of his tongue on her clit and gasped. She was already very wet, but the first of his touches turned her to fire. She felt his tongue glide up her lips, like he was savouring an oyster. Whilst he continued licking and sucking, she gripped the bedclothes as waves of pleasure washed over her. Bloody hell, she thought, this has got to be Frank's best ever. Where did this come from?

Suddenly, she needed him inside her. "Fuck me," she said. "Please, fuck me now."

Pulling his face away from her cunt, he pulled down her panties and manoeuvred them past her feet. In the darkness she could feel him shove the duvet cover off the bed as he moved up to position himself between her legs.

There was a moment when she felt his tip at her entrance and then as he slowly entered her, she closed her eyes an enjoyed the feeling. It must be the alcohol and her unusually inflamed desire, but she could have sworn his cock felt larger than usual. Lowering himself towards her, he kissed her and started to gently push in and out.

He continued to kiss her whilst he sustained a relentless rhythm that sent thrills through her at every stab of his cock. Gradually the pace and strength of his thrusts increased and she knew that his release must be soon.

And then the lights came on.

Laura opened her eyes and the change from pitch black to brilliant light blinded her for a second, but after a moment her eyes adjusted. And what she saw was that the man making love to her was not Frank! It was Liam! She was allowing her friend's nineteen-year-old son to pump his cock in and out of her!

She knew she should tell him to stop. That it was a mistake. That it was wrong. But it felt so good! She couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Please.....don't stop."

Liam's thrusts became more and more urgent, and it wasn't long until she felt the warmth inside her as he came to a shuddering climax.

She held him there for a few moments, before he withdrew and moved to her side. Looking sideways at him, she whispered, "I thought you were Frank."

Laura regretted saying it immediately as she saw the look of horror on Liam's face. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I thought you knew it was me."

"Shh. Don't fret. I enjoyed it. No, I loved it. I haven't been fucked like that for years."

His look of relief was palpable. "I was just surprised that you'd want an old girl like me."

"Are you kidding? You're so hot, I've wanted to make love to you for ages. I couldn't' believe it when Frank suggested it! I thought he was winding me up."

Laura was stunned. This was Frank's idea? They'd talked to each other about their fantasies before, but she never thought he would act on one. And it was wicked of him not to warn her. After all, it was only because of the power cut that she'd made love to Liam. Wasn't it?

She wouldn't have gone through with it if she'd known who it was slipping in beside her.

But as soon as that thought occurred to her, lying there next to her new young lover, she knew that she wasn't being honest with herself. If this nineteen-year-old had tried to seduce her - with the lights on - she might have protested, but in all probability would have given in. And clearly Frank knew that and didn't mind. Encouraged it, actually. What a husband!

With the realisation of her husband's blessing of this evening's events, any remaining shame or regret melted away. Laura looked, with renewed lust, at Liam, and ran her hand down his chest.

He was still looking a little nervous.

"Liam, don't worry, it's all okay. I enjoyed myself immensely. You're a great lover."

His smile of relief was clear.

"In fact, you were so good I think you deserve a reward."

Laura moved down the bed until her head was next to his cock. Looking up at him, she watched his face closely as her gripped his already hardening member and slowly enveloped it with her mouth.

This was going to be a fun night!